#CoSoEnvironment
I recently found out about the Sea Shepherds. Rutger Hauer was on their board. They're a good kind of pirates - which is why whaling ships don't like them. And they're working to save the vaquita porpoise. They are critically endangered. Like...less than 50 of them are still alive.
https://seashepherd.org/about-milagro-v/
After several months of me writing each week about the pieces in my charm oracle set, I finally show an example of how to do a reading!
https://diydiv.substack.com/p/lets-do-a-charm-oracle-reading
#cosoart
If you can stand the birdsite, here's a link to an awesome thread on the evolution of Vincent Van Gogh as an artist.
https://twitter.com/culturaltutor/status/1651067998793265152
I have now knitted a tiny Welsh flag for my ancestors to be one of the 1,000 hexagons in this blanket I'm knitting. If I'm knitting that many pieces, this blanket will tell stories!
#CoSoKnitting
Looking at skeleton keys in an antique shop today, and I suddenly exclaim, "Oh, that's a handcuff key!" I immediately tell the woman my dad was a cop.
She very gently says, "It's okay...you don't have to explain yourself to me."
I'm thinking I clearly do when someone feels the need to assure me that I don't.
It's one of several points in the year when trauma issues ramp up for me. An anniversary is approaching. Considering my age, I probably only have to do this around 30 or 40 more years.
Spent a few hours working outside with my plants today. Going to knit tonight. The plants keep me moving. Trim this one. Water that one. The knitting keeps me in the present. Can't wander when I'm counting stitches.
"Perhaps trees are bodhisattvas. After all, the Buddha was born under trees, realized enlightenment under a tree, and died beneath trees."
Read: When the Buddha Was a Tree
By Rafe Martin
People often make it sound like knowing the difference between fiction and reality is all that matters. That ignores why humans tell stories. And, yeah...I knew it was fiction when I was a kid. But those characters gave me examples of the kind of person I could become. When I trusted no one, I found safe space in books, movies, and episodes. They raised me.
Finished season 2 of "Picard" tonight. That last episode was hard to watch. It finally hit real close to some of my own traumas that I had already recognized it was dancing around. Healing hurts, though...and this was important for me. Those characters raised me, and now they're guiding me one last time.
I bet season 3 is going to be rough.
I have now knitted 26 out of 1,000 hexagons for my blanket, so I have... Hold on...carry the 1...
A lot more to go!
Being laid up in bed has given me plenty of time for writing today. Is it good quality? I don't care at this point. I'm putting ideas into words. They can be trimmed and polished some other time.
#CoSoWriting
Formal Proof That the Universe Is Neither Cruel Nor Kind, and That This Is the Greatest Conceivable Horror
by Danielle Blau
Bard with a ukulele. Friend of Lake Monster. 93% stardust. Autistic. Fabulously weird.