Sherri-Lee Lavender
@sherri-lee.bsky.social
Unfortunate; the clinging mist of unforgotten Yesterdays.
When will I dwell in a still circle of Today with unspoiled circumference; a moment not tempered by bone-written memory?
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When will I dwell in a still circle of Today with unspoiled circumference; a moment not tempered by bone-written memory?
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Solar Eclipse
Unfortunate; the clinging mist of unforgotten Yesterdays.
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January 26, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Unfortunate; the clinging mist of unforgotten Yesterdays.
When will I dwell in a still circle of Today with unspoiled circumference; a moment not tempered by bone-written memory?
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sherrileelavender.wordpress.com/2025/01/27/s...
When will I dwell in a still circle of Today with unspoiled circumference; a moment not tempered by bone-written memory?
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sherrileelavender.wordpress.com/2025/01/27/s...
There is a difference when I get out of bed on the other side. The view is different, the body meets gravity from a different direction - it feels nice, like a small holiday to an exotic location.
January 18, 2025 at 12:26 AM
There is a difference when I get out of bed on the other side. The view is different, the body meets gravity from a different direction - it feels nice, like a small holiday to an exotic location.
I got out of bed on the other side this morning to see if it would make a difference.
January 12, 2025 at 10:49 PM
I got out of bed on the other side this morning to see if it would make a difference.
Reposted by Sherri-Lee Lavender
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
-- Umberto Eco
-- Umberto Eco
January 10, 2025 at 3:48 AM
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
-- Umberto Eco
-- Umberto Eco
There’s a feeling which swirls around most days, that there is a whole fascinating world of life available which I will not ever be tapping into. Odd isn’t it - this place which makes strange promises about manifesting through intention & work whilst ignoring how pre-arranged such experiences are.
January 10, 2025 at 7:24 AM
There’s a feeling which swirls around most days, that there is a whole fascinating world of life available which I will not ever be tapping into. Odd isn’t it - this place which makes strange promises about manifesting through intention & work whilst ignoring how pre-arranged such experiences are.
Each day I perform mental somersaults to divine the cause of my conversational isolation, and keep concluding that I have no motivating equation to build a bridge that can communicate with the words I see on offer which do not match the words forming the garden I built on my remote island.
January 8, 2025 at 12:54 AM
Each day I perform mental somersaults to divine the cause of my conversational isolation, and keep concluding that I have no motivating equation to build a bridge that can communicate with the words I see on offer which do not match the words forming the garden I built on my remote island.
If you scroll back through your posts, how often do you see thoughts needing to be expressed which keep repeating? Is there a moment at which your mind finds a new set of words to drive its opinions? Do you ever feel locked into a singular stream of dialogue? Do you wonder what formed the lock?
January 8, 2025 at 12:48 AM
If you scroll back through your posts, how often do you see thoughts needing to be expressed which keep repeating? Is there a moment at which your mind finds a new set of words to drive its opinions? Do you ever feel locked into a singular stream of dialogue? Do you wonder what formed the lock?
Reposted by Sherri-Lee Lavender
Happy weekend!! 🌱🌿
#SixOnSaturday 📷 Hydrangeas
#Flowers #nature #Photography
#Flowerreport #PhotographyBreak
#SixOnSaturday 📷 Hydrangeas
#Flowers #nature #Photography
#Flowerreport #PhotographyBreak
July 13, 2024 at 6:46 AM
Happy weekend!! 🌱🌿
#SixOnSaturday 📷 Hydrangeas
#Flowers #nature #Photography
#Flowerreport #PhotographyBreak
#SixOnSaturday 📷 Hydrangeas
#Flowers #nature #Photography
#Flowerreport #PhotographyBreak
To the observer, my life is likely as boring as watching bat shyte collect in deep caves and cliff face crevasses.
January 2, 2025 at 10:14 PM
To the observer, my life is likely as boring as watching bat shyte collect in deep caves and cliff face crevasses.
Why the hell am I squeezed into this remote backwater sector of the universe?
January 2, 2025 at 10:02 PM
Why the hell am I squeezed into this remote backwater sector of the universe?
I am desperately seeking content to follow. Perhaps I have disconnected too successfully from the social mind and so now have no idea what to search for to look at. Have I abandoned human interests with too much zeal?
January 2, 2025 at 9:05 PM
I am desperately seeking content to follow. Perhaps I have disconnected too successfully from the social mind and so now have no idea what to search for to look at. Have I abandoned human interests with too much zeal?
I would like to know why Bluesky decided this person’s account is spam and limited it. There are other accounts I think are far more spammy than poodles, trout and UAP sightings.
Merry Christmas, everyone! It’s snowing outside in Utah so my little dog is currently in ‘batteries not included’ mode. 🎄☃️❄️
January 2, 2025 at 8:52 PM
I would like to know why Bluesky decided this person’s account is spam and limited it. There are other accounts I think are far more spammy than poodles, trout and UAP sightings.
Someone over on Threads said Bluesky is dominated by large accounts and it is hard to find small folk being ordinary in here. Is that true do you think?
December 31, 2024 at 2:19 AM
Someone over on Threads said Bluesky is dominated by large accounts and it is hard to find small folk being ordinary in here. Is that true do you think?
It’s the encrypted dialogue of the super computer of consciousness, connecting us to a cosmos-sized program called ‘life’.
It got the name #lightlanguage - I think it is more than that.
It got the name #lightlanguage - I think it is more than that.
December 27, 2024 at 9:56 PM
It’s the encrypted dialogue of the super computer of consciousness, connecting us to a cosmos-sized program called ‘life’.
It got the name #lightlanguage - I think it is more than that.
It got the name #lightlanguage - I think it is more than that.
Putting out a hello to the disenfranchised. I hope one day to connect to the general wifi of life. In the meantime I shall play on my own server, building a fantastical world while working to understand what motivates you all to be as you are and write as you do and seem so very human.
December 27, 2024 at 9:08 PM
Putting out a hello to the disenfranchised. I hope one day to connect to the general wifi of life. In the meantime I shall play on my own server, building a fantastical world while working to understand what motivates you all to be as you are and write as you do and seem so very human.
To feel cast daily into an unchanging mould, so disappointing and relieving.
I cannot appeal to you, dear Stranger. We are poles apart. Once I imagined I could become you. With that increasingly unlikely, I wonder where to set my attention and what to create with it.
I cannot appeal to you, dear Stranger. We are poles apart. Once I imagined I could become you. With that increasingly unlikely, I wonder where to set my attention and what to create with it.
December 26, 2024 at 2:39 PM
To feel cast daily into an unchanging mould, so disappointing and relieving.
I cannot appeal to you, dear Stranger. We are poles apart. Once I imagined I could become you. With that increasingly unlikely, I wonder where to set my attention and what to create with it.
I cannot appeal to you, dear Stranger. We are poles apart. Once I imagined I could become you. With that increasingly unlikely, I wonder where to set my attention and what to create with it.
Life appears to be a basket of eggs you learn to carry carefully.
December 26, 2024 at 2:26 PM
Life appears to be a basket of eggs you learn to carry carefully.
I have been considering what to post here. I am not particularly engaging, my apologies. I have many thoughts whilst mostly having given up on sharing them.
I sweep along through my calendar of days, making little sense of the progression.
I sweep along through my calendar of days, making little sense of the progression.
December 26, 2024 at 2:25 PM
I have been considering what to post here. I am not particularly engaging, my apologies. I have many thoughts whilst mostly having given up on sharing them.
I sweep along through my calendar of days, making little sense of the progression.
I sweep along through my calendar of days, making little sense of the progression.
One of the few statements I can make with certainty is that my living is an act of observation.
I observe my body doing what it does, hope to partner with it in being positioned to ride the best flow available to it and I, but I am the observer of a mechanism beyond my captaincy. I - 1/2
I observe my body doing what it does, hope to partner with it in being positioned to ride the best flow available to it and I, but I am the observer of a mechanism beyond my captaincy. I - 1/2
December 15, 2024 at 8:23 AM
One of the few statements I can make with certainty is that my living is an act of observation.
I observe my body doing what it does, hope to partner with it in being positioned to ride the best flow available to it and I, but I am the observer of a mechanism beyond my captaincy. I - 1/2
I observe my body doing what it does, hope to partner with it in being positioned to ride the best flow available to it and I, but I am the observer of a mechanism beyond my captaincy. I - 1/2