Robin
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Quiet field notes of consciousness, passing through the day.
Woman of the wind,
She has tasted the feeling of the
Wild open moor
Inside her lungs
And
There
Is
No
Going
Back
Excerpt from Mugwort Root
By Fanny Mae
#Poetry
She has tasted the feeling of the
Wild open moor
Inside her lungs
And
There
Is
No
Going
Back
Excerpt from Mugwort Root
By Fanny Mae
#Poetry
January 25, 2026 at 9:06 AM
Woman of the wind,
She has tasted the feeling of the
Wild open moor
Inside her lungs
And
There
Is
No
Going
Back
Excerpt from Mugwort Root
By Fanny Mae
#Poetry
She has tasted the feeling of the
Wild open moor
Inside her lungs
And
There
Is
No
Going
Back
Excerpt from Mugwort Root
By Fanny Mae
#Poetry
One of my favorite artists is having a birthday sale. Art as poetry 🖤
It's my birthday today! So, to help me forget about how old I'm getting, I've got a shop update and a birthday sale going on!
Head to www.gkc.art to check it all out!
#art #watercolor #painting #landscape #moody #witchy #darkart
Head to www.gkc.art to check it all out!
#art #watercolor #painting #landscape #moody #witchy #darkart
January 25, 2026 at 8:31 AM
One of my favorite artists is having a birthday sale. Art as poetry 🖤
Today, in the immediate garden, as of 7am, the guests were my flock of Jackdaws, a mated pair of Carrion Crows, a few Sparrows, a pair of Wood Pigeons, and a couple Blackbirds.
As the seasons shift, the Crows are starting to lose their winter coloring.
#Ornithomancy
As the seasons shift, the Crows are starting to lose their winter coloring.
#Ornithomancy
January 25, 2026 at 7:35 AM
Today, in the immediate garden, as of 7am, the guests were my flock of Jackdaws, a mated pair of Carrion Crows, a few Sparrows, a pair of Wood Pigeons, and a couple Blackbirds.
As the seasons shift, the Crows are starting to lose their winter coloring.
#Ornithomancy
As the seasons shift, the Crows are starting to lose their winter coloring.
#Ornithomancy
Early Sunday mornings are so quiet. It seems even the birds are slower and sleepier.
I think these are my favorite mornings 🖤
#GoodMorning
I think these are my favorite mornings 🖤
#GoodMorning
January 25, 2026 at 6:29 AM
Early Sunday mornings are so quiet. It seems even the birds are slower and sleepier.
I think these are my favorite mornings 🖤
#GoodMorning
I think these are my favorite mornings 🖤
#GoodMorning
I think it's the contrast.
How beauty awakens the brain.
In a melancholy mood, a soft light drifting through fog is so beautiful.
But already in joy, it's more difficult to notice the little moments around us that would singularity save our lives in other, darker ones.
How beauty awakens the brain.
In a melancholy mood, a soft light drifting through fog is so beautiful.
But already in joy, it's more difficult to notice the little moments around us that would singularity save our lives in other, darker ones.
January 24, 2026 at 4:23 PM
I think it's the contrast.
How beauty awakens the brain.
In a melancholy mood, a soft light drifting through fog is so beautiful.
But already in joy, it's more difficult to notice the little moments around us that would singularity save our lives in other, darker ones.
How beauty awakens the brain.
In a melancholy mood, a soft light drifting through fog is so beautiful.
But already in joy, it's more difficult to notice the little moments around us that would singularity save our lives in other, darker ones.
Sometimes I feel so hopeless.
I see so much potential.
And the potential squanders reality.
I'm in a valley surrounded by mountains, of varying shape and size.
But once I get over a mountain, I'm in yet another valley, with more mountains.
But I see a blue sky above. Forever out of reach.
I see so much potential.
And the potential squanders reality.
I'm in a valley surrounded by mountains, of varying shape and size.
But once I get over a mountain, I'm in yet another valley, with more mountains.
But I see a blue sky above. Forever out of reach.
January 24, 2026 at 10:30 AM
Sometimes I feel so hopeless.
I see so much potential.
And the potential squanders reality.
I'm in a valley surrounded by mountains, of varying shape and size.
But once I get over a mountain, I'm in yet another valley, with more mountains.
But I see a blue sky above. Forever out of reach.
I see so much potential.
And the potential squanders reality.
I'm in a valley surrounded by mountains, of varying shape and size.
But once I get over a mountain, I'm in yet another valley, with more mountains.
But I see a blue sky above. Forever out of reach.
Sometimes I forget how different everyone is.
I'm very isolated and have very little human contact. So I fall into a trap of, "how could anyone find this interesting." A book to write, a flower to draw, a way of thinking
But there are 9 million people on this planet. Someone might find it perfect.
I'm very isolated and have very little human contact. So I fall into a trap of, "how could anyone find this interesting." A book to write, a flower to draw, a way of thinking
But there are 9 million people on this planet. Someone might find it perfect.
January 24, 2026 at 6:05 AM
Sometimes I forget how different everyone is.
I'm very isolated and have very little human contact. So I fall into a trap of, "how could anyone find this interesting." A book to write, a flower to draw, a way of thinking
But there are 9 million people on this planet. Someone might find it perfect.
I'm very isolated and have very little human contact. So I fall into a trap of, "how could anyone find this interesting." A book to write, a flower to draw, a way of thinking
But there are 9 million people on this planet. Someone might find it perfect.
I kinda want to (*insert hobby here*), but what is the point?
To pass the time?
Until when?
To feel joy?
For how long?
And why?
What is the point?
I just don't understand it.
To pass the time?
Until when?
To feel joy?
For how long?
And why?
What is the point?
I just don't understand it.
January 24, 2026 at 5:53 AM
I kinda want to (*insert hobby here*), but what is the point?
To pass the time?
Until when?
To feel joy?
For how long?
And why?
What is the point?
I just don't understand it.
To pass the time?
Until when?
To feel joy?
For how long?
And why?
What is the point?
I just don't understand it.
If you've had asked me, "what do you want to be when you grow up?", when I was little, I wouldn't a clue.
I still have no idea and I've already lived half my life.
I still have no idea and I've already lived half my life.
January 24, 2026 at 5:15 AM
If you've had asked me, "what do you want to be when you grow up?", when I was little, I wouldn't a clue.
I still have no idea and I've already lived half my life.
I still have no idea and I've already lived half my life.
This whole thread was so nice to read. Definitely brought good tears to my eyes 🖤🕯️
A few days ago, I stood in the graveyard of an 1100 year old church, getting damper and damper in the drizzling rain.
A woman walked into the graveyard, waved, said hello, and, as we had previously arranged, handed me a paper bag full of human bones.
The life of a churchwarden is a strange one...
A woman walked into the graveyard, waved, said hello, and, as we had previously arranged, handed me a paper bag full of human bones.
The life of a churchwarden is a strange one...
January 23, 2026 at 1:12 PM
This whole thread was so nice to read. Definitely brought good tears to my eyes 🖤🕯️
When I was younger, two small girls used to visit me by my bed. 2ft tall maybe. I complained to my mother that they would be loud and wouldn't let me sleep. One morning, when she came to wake me up for school, two sets of very small footprints were left in the carpet next to my bed. #phantomsfriday
January 23, 2026 at 12:53 PM
When I was younger, two small girls used to visit me by my bed. 2ft tall maybe. I complained to my mother that they would be loud and wouldn't let me sleep. One morning, when she came to wake me up for school, two sets of very small footprints were left in the carpet next to my bed. #phantomsfriday
Finally was able to walk through the forest again. Spotted a buzzard kiting a field. An omen for the ending of a cycle. The morning light was so soft with the slight spattered raindrops. Cold. But not too cold. I didn't even need my heavy cloak. I left it at home. Spring is near.
#GoodMorning
#GoodMorning
January 23, 2026 at 9:31 AM
Finally was able to walk through the forest again. Spotted a buzzard kiting a field. An omen for the ending of a cycle. The morning light was so soft with the slight spattered raindrops. Cold. But not too cold. I didn't even need my heavy cloak. I left it at home. Spring is near.
#GoodMorning
#GoodMorning
A lovely story ❄️
"There, they heard it: the low growl that stopped them in their tracks. Three wolves emerged from the shadows, their silvered fur glinting like frost, their golden eyes fixed on the intruders."
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January 23, 2026 at 7:37 AM
A lovely story ❄️
Mmmmmm........ I really love an Earl Grey tea with a splash of milk.
It's just really lovely.
It's just really lovely.
January 22, 2026 at 12:32 PM
Mmmmmm........ I really love an Earl Grey tea with a splash of milk.
It's just really lovely.
It's just really lovely.
Don't we *all* just, "do it for the attention"?
Isn't that the entire point?
Isn't that why we do... anything?
To be:
Seen
Understood
Simply witnessed?
Is that so wrong?
Isn't that the entire point?
Isn't that why we do... anything?
To be:
Seen
Understood
Simply witnessed?
Is that so wrong?
January 22, 2026 at 12:24 PM
Don't we *all* just, "do it for the attention"?
Isn't that the entire point?
Isn't that why we do... anything?
To be:
Seen
Understood
Simply witnessed?
Is that so wrong?
Isn't that the entire point?
Isn't that why we do... anything?
To be:
Seen
Understood
Simply witnessed?
Is that so wrong?
I think I'm tired because I keep eating sugar rather than burdock and nettles...
As a metaphor.
I think I'm depleted because I keep being "busy" rather than finding things that nurture my soul and mind.
Possibly a bit of both.
Might make some root-based soup later.
#Patterns
As a metaphor.
I think I'm depleted because I keep being "busy" rather than finding things that nurture my soul and mind.
Possibly a bit of both.
Might make some root-based soup later.
#Patterns
January 22, 2026 at 9:59 AM
I think I'm tired because I keep eating sugar rather than burdock and nettles...
As a metaphor.
I think I'm depleted because I keep being "busy" rather than finding things that nurture my soul and mind.
Possibly a bit of both.
Might make some root-based soup later.
#Patterns
As a metaphor.
I think I'm depleted because I keep being "busy" rather than finding things that nurture my soul and mind.
Possibly a bit of both.
Might make some root-based soup later.
#Patterns
What is the line between distraction and pleasure?
What is the line between avoidance and entertainment?
#productivity #happiness
What is the line between avoidance and entertainment?
#productivity #happiness
January 22, 2026 at 8:56 AM
What is the line between distraction and pleasure?
What is the line between avoidance and entertainment?
#productivity #happiness
What is the line between avoidance and entertainment?
#productivity #happiness
Sigils in pen and ink on young skin, a protection for the day, and fortification of boundaries.
#sigils #parenting
#sigils #parenting
January 22, 2026 at 6:43 AM
Sigils in pen and ink on young skin, a protection for the day, and fortification of boundaries.
#sigils #parenting
#sigils #parenting
If I'm not serving someone, should I even exist?
Do I deserve to exist?
Do I deserve to exist?
January 22, 2026 at 6:19 AM
If I'm not serving someone, should I even exist?
Do I deserve to exist?
Do I deserve to exist?
This was my grandmother's Ouija Talking Board. My mother has memories playing with it with a group of friends when she was little 🖤🥰
I miss my grandmother terribly and I'm glad I was given this when she died. 🖤
#WyrdWednesday
I miss my grandmother terribly and I'm glad I was given this when she died. 🖤
#WyrdWednesday
January 21, 2026 at 2:10 PM
This was my grandmother's Ouija Talking Board. My mother has memories playing with it with a group of friends when she was little 🖤🥰
I miss my grandmother terribly and I'm glad I was given this when she died. 🖤
#WyrdWednesday
I miss my grandmother terribly and I'm glad I was given this when she died. 🖤
#WyrdWednesday
When I see a shadow creeping from the corner, and the motion detector from the cats water dish goes off, but there is nothing else in the room.
#NewFriends #Shadows
#NewFriends #Shadows
January 21, 2026 at 1:21 PM
When I see a shadow creeping from the corner, and the motion detector from the cats water dish goes off, but there is nothing else in the room.
#NewFriends #Shadows
#NewFriends #Shadows
My great grandmother was a spiritualist in the throws of the movement. Her and her two sisters used to do table tipping and mediumship for clients as divination. #WyrdWednesday
January 21, 2026 at 10:33 AM
My great grandmother was a spiritualist in the throws of the movement. Her and her two sisters used to do table tipping and mediumship for clients as divination. #WyrdWednesday
Silence is so uncomfortable.
Constantly needing to "do" something, anything...
Even if reading, watching, scrolling... It's still doing.
But just existing. Just listening.
That's uncomfortable.
We aren't used to that anymore.
"Idle hands are the devil's ", they say.
I don't think so.
Constantly needing to "do" something, anything...
Even if reading, watching, scrolling... It's still doing.
But just existing. Just listening.
That's uncomfortable.
We aren't used to that anymore.
"Idle hands are the devil's ", they say.
I don't think so.
January 21, 2026 at 10:28 AM
Silence is so uncomfortable.
Constantly needing to "do" something, anything...
Even if reading, watching, scrolling... It's still doing.
But just existing. Just listening.
That's uncomfortable.
We aren't used to that anymore.
"Idle hands are the devil's ", they say.
I don't think so.
Constantly needing to "do" something, anything...
Even if reading, watching, scrolling... It's still doing.
But just existing. Just listening.
That's uncomfortable.
We aren't used to that anymore.
"Idle hands are the devil's ", they say.
I don't think so.
The way my cat rushes down the stairs when I walk in the door 😍🥰
Honestly, I don't know what I would do without him.
#CatsofBlueSky
Honestly, I don't know what I would do without him.
#CatsofBlueSky
January 21, 2026 at 10:19 AM
The way my cat rushes down the stairs when I walk in the door 😍🥰
Honestly, I don't know what I would do without him.
#CatsofBlueSky
Honestly, I don't know what I would do without him.
#CatsofBlueSky