I love Terry Pratchett 💕💕
Every time I see a camel I can’t help but think about their supposed mathematical prowess 😊
The things that are etched in my memory! 🙄😂
Sir Terry - gone but not forgotten ❤️
Completely agree about Circe. It was a great re-telling. So I can also recommend.
Ariadne and The Song of Achilles are also great reads by the same author.
And I’ve been here for just over a year watching you create all of those things. That is what captured me when I joined Nostr and why I’m still here.
I feel very privileged watching creators create. I love seeing the collaboration that occurs - the openness, the sharing of knowledge and skill sets.
I’m loving the Damus/Nostr rabbit hole into which I stumbled. 😊😊
I can live without GIFs until you’re ready to travel that road.
Amazing clouds today! Glenelg Beach South Australia.
They remind me of crinkle cut chips 😊 
And only in this past week has the Australian government passed a motion calling on the US and UK governments to release him.
Shameful it’s taken them this long.
I much preferred paved toad. It set me off thinking about tiled frogs, resurfaced salamanders and ultimately ending up with grassy moles!
🫂❤️🩹 Condolences nostr:npub1sg6plzptd64u62a878hep2kev88swjh3tw00gjsfl8f237lmu63q0uf63m
*** sigh***
so that was a little bit heavy on the post button… 😞
where’s the delete button when you need it 🙄
It’s late.
I’m walking home alone… and I love it.
The quiet…
As I walk over the bridge towards home
I feel … everything
A connection to the Water
A connection to the Earth
A connection to the Sky
I know that walking home alone at night
as a woman is…dangerous…risky…
Apparently I’m taking my life in my own hands.
Fuck you!
Fuck you to being afraid.
Fuck you to the entire thought of risk.
Fuck you to anyone who thinks that I - a grown woman - should not walk alone at night.
I love it.
The quietness.
The stillness.
The smell … salt mixed with earth.
The life I breathe on my way home.
The life that fills my lungs with beauty under moonlight.
I reach my home… my destination.
I feel triumphant.
A small miracle that I walked home
at night
in peace
In rapture of the night
And the moon.
That I should
In spite of everything
Ever need to consider the walk a risk
I sit now
At home
Outside
In peace
…. and breathe
the stillness of the night
My heart aches that I cannot always feel this way
But I’ll take it
If that’s the only way
I can feel this close to…everything
To the night
To the light
To my life
I’ll take it
I’ll risk everything
Again
And again.
For what?
For what am I?
If not the beating heart of a winter’s night..
It’s late.
I’m walking home alone… and I love it.
The quiet…
As I walk over the bridge towards home
I feel … everything
A connection to the Water
A connection to the Earth
A connection to the Sky
I know that walking home alone at night
as a woman is…dangerous…risky…
Apparently I’m taking my life in my own hands.
Fuck you!
Fuck you to being afraid.
Fuck you to the entire thought of risk.
Fuck you to anyone who thinks that I - a grown woman - should not walk alone at night.
I love it.
The quietness.
The stillness.
The smell … salt mixed with earth.
The life I breathe on my way home.
The life that fills my lungs with beauty under moonlight.
I reach my home… my destination.
I feel triumphant.
A small miracle that I walked home
at night
in peace
In rapture of the night
And the moon.
That I should
In spite of everything
Ever need to consider the walk a risk
I sit now
At home
Outside
In peace
…. and breathe
the stillness of the night
My heart aches that I cannot always feel this way
But I’ll take it
If that’s the only way
I can feel this close to…everything
To the night
To the light
To my life
I’ll take it
I’ll risk everything
Again
And again.
For what?
For what am I?
If not the beating heart of a winter’s night..
It’s late.
I’m walking home alone… and I love it.
The quiet…
As I walk over the bridge towards home
I feel … everything
A connection to the Water
A connection to the Earth
A connection to the Sky
I know that walking home alone at night
as a woman is…dangerous…risky…
Apparently I’m taking my life in my own hands.
Fuck you!
Fuck you to being afraid.
Fuck you to the entire thought of risk.
Fuck you to anyone who thinks that I - a grown woman - should not walk alone at night.
I love it.
The quietness.
The stillness.
The smell … salt mixed with earth.
The life I breathe on my way home.
The life that fills my lungs with beauty under moonlight.
I reach my home… my destination.
I feel triumphant.
A small miracle that I walked home
at night
in peace
In rapture of the night
And the moon.
That I should
In spite of everything
Ever need to consider the walk a risk
I sit now
At home
Outside
In peace
…. and breathe
the stillness of the night
My heart aches that I cannot always feel this way
But I’ll take it
If that’s the only way
I can feel this close to…everything
To the night
To the light
To my life
I’ll take it
I’ll risk everything
Again
And again.
For what?
For what am I?
If not the beating heart of a winter’s night..
It’s late.
I’m walking home alone… and I love it.
The quiet…
As I walk over the bridge towards home
I feel … everything
A connection to the Water
A connection to the Earth
A connection to the Sky
I know that walking home alone at night
as a woman is…dangerous…risky…
Apparently I’m taking my life in my own hands.
Fuck you!
Fuck you to being afraid.
Fuck you to the entire thought of risk.
Fuck you to anyone who thinks that I - a grown woman - should not walk alone at night.
I love it.
The quietness.
The stillness.
The smell … salt mixed with earth.
The life I breathe on my way home.
The life that fills my lungs with beauty under moonlight.
I reach my home… my destination.
I feel triumphant.
A small miracle that I walked home
at night
in peace
In rapture of the night
And the moon.
That I should
In spite of everything
Ever need to consider the walk a risk
I sit now
At home
Outside
In peace
…. and breathe
the stillness of the night
My heart aches that I cannot always feel this way
But I’ll take it
If that’s the only way
I can feel this close to…everything
To the night
To the light
To my life
I’ll take it
I’ll risk everything
Again
And again.
For what?
For what am I?
If not the beating heart of a winter’s night..
Matildas!!!!!! ⚽️💚💛
Yesterday’s walk.
Moody… 
Winter light festival. Botanical gardens by the lake 💕 