"Here she comes! The woman who bakes the bread to feed the body and plants the flowers to feed the mind!", he greeted me this morning.Β π§‘π§‘
Gm, my people! β
and those that get it right now already but choose not to care? That is for me the most disturbing... I guess, those also will have to start caring, eventually.
Thank you! π«
I still have a bit left for this evening. Flavour will be even better! π
JC, woman!!!! π€€
PAID IN BITCOIN premieres on Nov 4 - nostr:npub155m2k8ml8sqn8w4dhh689vdv0t2twa8dgvkpnzfggxf4wfughjsq2cdcvg YouTube channel!
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Looking goooood! π§‘
May the warmth of this sunbeam fill our hearts with courage to step beyond our own limitations. And that our talents and will of good work be our driving forces to achieve our goals and promises in this world!
Happy Samhain, my people!Β π«
#samhain
Double, double toil and troubles,
Fire burn and caldron bubble...
π§ Witch's brew for this evening π΅
* White bean and kale soup with smoked ham hock *
(served w/ a pinch of spell powder) π
Happy Halloween! βοΈ
#foodstr
The Statue of Liberty has taken on a spooky twist for #Halloween, dressed up with a ghostly makeover.
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https://video.nostr.build/b5a9bfa1ee555799a4c6112766bd5d3067013a1a9fb18f3d6d53024cd9e496e6.mp4
There will be signs! π
"It is pleasant to walk over the beds of these fresh, crisp, and rustling leaves. How beautifully they go to their graves!
How gently lay themselves down and turn to mould! Painted of a thousand hues, and fit to make the beds of us living.
So they troop to their last resting place,
light and frisky. They put on no weeds,
but merrily they go scampering over the earth, selecting the spot, choosing a lot, ordering no iron fenceβ¦
How many flutterings before they rest quietly in their graves! They that soared so loftily, how contentedly they return to dust again, and are laid low, resigned to lie and decay at the foot of the tree, and afford nourishment to new generations of their kind, as well as to flutter on high! They teach us how to die. One wonders if the time will ever come when men, with their boasted faith in immortality, will lie down as gracefully and as ripe, -- with such an Indian-summer serenity will shed their bodies, as they do their hair and nails."
Gm, my people! π§‘
#autumnaltints #henrydavidthoreau
