Tea Time In The Garden, Anyone? 😌🍓

The Hanged Man. Art by Nicolas Bruno, from The Somnia Tarot.

Moth and Weeds by mrokat

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The crystal ball never lies 🔮✨

Blackberry Lavender Cupcakes | Food Duchess 

The past two weeks have been pretty rough. Aside from work becoming increasingly draining (I’m an assistant dietary manager at an assisted living facility so food service + medical) I’m still recovering from a rather persistent chest cold. On top of that I injured myself at work yesterday which resulted in a pretty gnarly sciatica flare up that has lasted into this evening.

In light of all this I’m trying to teach myself that it’s perfectly okay to withdraw and focus on self care and if someone feels otherwise then that’s on them. I should never experience shame or guilt for being unable to help others during this time. Especially when I’m barely able to take care of myself. My health and general well being should take priority over anyone else’s.

It’s been difficult.

So today I went out and bought a new sheet set for my bed (it’s a very lovely pastel yellow) and lightweight quilt with a floral pattern on it, that way I can still sleep with a blanket of some sort when it starts getting warmer out. I also intended on dying my hair this soft bubblegum pink but I couldn’t get my hair light enough and the dye itself is so light that it just won’t stay. So I’ll have to figure something else out.

It passed outside your window on a night you couldn’t sleep — a phantom burning black against the house across the street.

Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had set their books out into the world like ships onto the sea. These books gave Matilda a comforting message: “You are not alone.”

Matilda 🌼 (1996), dir. Danny DeVito

escapril: into the woods

Warning springs forth into the glade of my mind Troubling portents of events yet written Beckoning with gnarled hand and tempting my wandering eye

“Into the woods, my child” it speaks, “Into the woods once more.”

The scent of whim hangs like morning dew upon blades and boughs A tantalizing portrait of unspoken prospects Laden with foreign baubles and familiar laughter

“Into the woods, my son” it sings, “Open your wings and soar.”

Melodies of sugary sunlight guide my tired steps Promising respite upon linen and down, lavender and raindrops All coaxed by crackling flames amidst the sound of strings

“Into the woods, my light” it pleads, “Follow the forest floor.”

Here I stand puzzled as I gaze upon a ruin of lumber Lamenting the loss of time itself, cursing poor insight and planning ‘Til the siren call returns to beckon me

Into the woods once more.

Tranquil

hm, i feel like there’s a big problem when we try to visualize a sort of “solarpunk”-like society where we assume that every place a gonna be a grassy, tree-fillled, green city and that’s like fine and all but it’s very inauthentic to the diverse landscapes of our planet. for example, i live in southern california and ive seen trees and grass but i’ve also seen desert with cacti and bushes and dry land. when we associate our future, our “progress”, with a certain landscape we are not treating the land with the respect it deserves. deserts, plains, mountains, marshes are all apart of the world we live in and we need to invision a future with those lands too

also with all this in mind, a lot of this aesthetic and line of thinking can be damaging to indigenous communities. thinking the desert is just “empty space” and thinking the plains should be replaced with forests go hand-in-hand with colonialist ideology. no land is empty land, it is always someone’s home. we need to make space for indigenous people in our solarpunk, cottagecore, vegan, etc. ideologies if we ever want to truly make progress and not perpetuate the same shit with a different brand on it