Hefegeist

Le monde est grand, mais en nous
il est profond comme la mer.
(The world is large, but in us
it is deep as the sea.)
― R. M. Rilke
#Poetry

Photograph of what must be a strand of purple / pink blossoming scrufy psoralea, captured in a green field, against the orange setting sun in the background. Only the leaves and blossoms are in focus, while the rest is blurry.

- there is a light that never goes out -

The other person who liked this post (possibly) has me blocked, so my curiosity isn't satisfied either way.

Poor timing on my part

If I am the second person, I will sometimes look at the profile of the other person. 🤷🏼‍♂️

A snowdrop coming out of the spruce litter. Little green noses peek out and one white flower is emerging.

Snowdrops - Galanthus (nivalus?) breaking ground, they will probably get snowed in before they bloom. This is often the first flower in our area, very exciting.

Even if you don't have a greenhouse, you can still build one in your mind.
Grow weird things in there and let them run amok.
Grow nourishing and beautiful things.
Grow carnivorous things, and things that twist and climb and wrap themselves around your soul.

This is a photo today of a 22-degree sun halo as sunlight double refracts (in and out) of the tiny ice crystals. These tiny ice crystals are sometimes referred to as ice diamonds. iPhone 16 Pro

In Minnesota, we are shining.
Today there was a sun halo with tiny diamonds of frozen water double refracting the light.

shine bright like a typo

shine on with our imperfect selves

reflected sunlight, trees, pale blue sky, small lake, didn't capture the resident otter who popped up just before this image - not much makes sense right now except the natural world -

this morning

A field, wild grasses, brush and a small tree in a snowfall.

Time rhymes
sometimes
else I should leave
I have been warned
again, and again felt
sting of compunction
before or after
the act
is uncertain
play remains
unwritten

If someone feels,
why can’t they just see?
sun-damaged vision
If someone is unseen,
why can’t they just talk?
Hiding unfelt in silence

Using analogues
of senses
to make sense
of the senseless
seems sensible?
Make sense
of an idea?
Is this intelligible?
I find it less than ideal.
Are we Platonic?
Are we ideal?

I am a jester
making a gesture
outside
in the sun
that sly fox
is a trickster
in the cave
all is gory

I appreciate many of the points that you make, more than I am able to take the time to reply to. You have a unique point of view that I value.

People have very different levels of comfort with that and for myself I think it also varies by how well I know the other. I definitely have hidden buttons that will cause me to think that I should take time with something to clarify it to myself before proceeding.

Everyone has a right to want or expect things from other people, but that right also flows the other way and somewhere in between is where it plays out? It seems like sometimes the choice is finding people who want similar things or trying to accept the mismatch.

This is very on point. I do go back to what you have talked about wrt the morality of emotions, because I think there are gradients when it comes to feelings, expectations, and what of that is communicated. The less conscious and controllable something is the less morality is a factor, I would think

Let others help you
with the heaviest of loads.
Do not be alone.

#emoetry [heavy] #haiku

It's funny that I have been worried about the tone of my reply since I sent it. I try to be kind. I like the music you post, btw.

When I first started here there was some fearsome bitching about reply guys and it made me pretty shy about replying. I usually don't reply to someone's posts unless they reply to one of mine first. 🤷🏼‍♂️ That's just me personally, though

A full moon through trees. The moonlight falls on snow. Awooo.

Hey moon.

There are wolves inside of you, wild & free.
There's also a grumpy bear who just wants to sleep, a disdainful owl who's had enough nonsense, and a sad little hedgehog who often feels the weight of the world.

The rift between the surface of the world
and your mind is on fire

Black and white square photo. Looking down at the surface of a dark pool of water. The water is surrounded by branches and growth. The sun reflects of the water's surface and a some small leaves on the water also reflects the sun's light.

"Rising from the Deep". #Holga with a soft surround filter. #filmphotography

I have gone through iterations on the like button. I am a person who uses the Discover feed sometimes, because I think it can put synchronicity in play in interesting ways. In that context, it acts as a signal that I would like to see more like this. the cost is a claim on my future attention.

For Alex Pretti Because his last words were for a woman; because he asked, are you okay, are you okay; because he had learned to say it by standing each night beside the dying; because sometimes he held their hands; because he had lived only as long as the scent of childhood in an album; because he was a son; because he sang once; because of all of it, because of all of it, because of all of it, tell it, tell the story: a breath has left; a country is dying; and a man laid his face on its pavement today as though he were listening to a patient's heart— even then, even at the ending— to do what he was there to do: heal. —Joseph Fasano

for Alex Pretti