Gentriwitch
@waatlemoen.bsky.social
Lapsed yogi. Misguided gardener. Books to be read. ʼn Lewe in prentjies.
Why sit with despair when a nectar bird comes over and hovers to show you it's yellow feathers.
To the garden.
To the garden.
December 14, 2025 at 8:12 AM
Why sit with despair when a nectar bird comes over and hovers to show you it's yellow feathers.
To the garden.
To the garden.
Orion. Maybe. Also, losing my words
Navigating the empty spaces where the lovely bright words I think I knew left a weak trail before flickering out.
Zoonn in for stars on a quiet Saturday night, mid December.
Navigating the empty spaces where the lovely bright words I think I knew left a weak trail before flickering out.
Zoonn in for stars on a quiet Saturday night, mid December.
December 13, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Orion. Maybe. Also, losing my words
Navigating the empty spaces where the lovely bright words I think I knew left a weak trail before flickering out.
Zoonn in for stars on a quiet Saturday night, mid December.
Navigating the empty spaces where the lovely bright words I think I knew left a weak trail before flickering out.
Zoonn in for stars on a quiet Saturday night, mid December.
December 13, 2025 at 5:20 AM
Two sparrows in shadow
Take me away from all this death
- Bram Stoker
Take me away from all this death
- Bram Stoker
December 12, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Two sparrows in shadow
Take me away from all this death
- Bram Stoker
Take me away from all this death
- Bram Stoker
Summer rain over Bo-Kaap
December 12, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Summer rain over Bo-Kaap
Hey girl, sit down.
- Nina Simone
- Nina Simone
December 12, 2025 at 4:52 AM
Hey girl, sit down.
- Nina Simone
- Nina Simone
Reposted by Gentriwitch
Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.
-Ursula K. Le Guin
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.
-Ursula K. Le Guin
August 12, 2025 at 12:12 PM
Only in silence the word,
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.
-Ursula K. Le Guin
Only in dark the light,
Only in dying life:
Bright the hawk's flight
On the empty sky.
-Ursula K. Le Guin
December 10, 2025 at 4:35 AM
Reposted by Gentriwitch
“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
Kurt Vonnegut.
ph. Yousuf Karsh.
Kurt Vonnegut.
ph. Yousuf Karsh.
December 9, 2025 at 12:27 PM
“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”
Kurt Vonnegut.
ph. Yousuf Karsh.
Kurt Vonnegut.
ph. Yousuf Karsh.
Life goes on skies and the smell of rain
And me, ever-changing time
Everything is going so much faster
It seems like I'm
Watching my life, and everything I do
Wonder if the dreams that I believed in
Still come true
- Sager, Bacharach, Conti.
And me, ever-changing time
Everything is going so much faster
It seems like I'm
Watching my life, and everything I do
Wonder if the dreams that I believed in
Still come true
- Sager, Bacharach, Conti.
December 9, 2025 at 6:13 PM
Life goes on skies and the smell of rain
And me, ever-changing time
Everything is going so much faster
It seems like I'm
Watching my life, and everything I do
Wonder if the dreams that I believed in
Still come true
- Sager, Bacharach, Conti.
And me, ever-changing time
Everything is going so much faster
It seems like I'm
Watching my life, and everything I do
Wonder if the dreams that I believed in
Still come true
- Sager, Bacharach, Conti.
Reposted by Gentriwitch
If procrastination had a mascot, it would be Calvin defending a half-melted snowman. #CalvinandHobbes #DeepThoughts
December 8, 2025 at 7:01 PM
If procrastination had a mascot, it would be Calvin defending a half-melted snowman. #CalvinandHobbes #DeepThoughts
Monday with Sunday's sky
Sprinklers are going on the field, breakfast buffet prep for guinea-fowls and crows. Red fizzpop fire engine lights glow past on the road and only the birds call to each other. It's coding in song, a golden web of connection. Notes to find each other anywhere in the world.
Sprinklers are going on the field, breakfast buffet prep for guinea-fowls and crows. Red fizzpop fire engine lights glow past on the road and only the birds call to each other. It's coding in song, a golden web of connection. Notes to find each other anywhere in the world.
December 8, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Monday with Sunday's sky
Sprinklers are going on the field, breakfast buffet prep for guinea-fowls and crows. Red fizzpop fire engine lights glow past on the road and only the birds call to each other. It's coding in song, a golden web of connection. Notes to find each other anywhere in the world.
Sprinklers are going on the field, breakfast buffet prep for guinea-fowls and crows. Red fizzpop fire engine lights glow past on the road and only the birds call to each other. It's coding in song, a golden web of connection. Notes to find each other anywhere in the world.
Cool mountain and a comfort of sparrows
Sweet nonsense on a Sunday evening in December as the crows caw and circle once more.
Sweet nonsense on a Sunday evening in December as the crows caw and circle once more.
December 7, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Cool mountain and a comfort of sparrows
Sweet nonsense on a Sunday evening in December as the crows caw and circle once more.
Sweet nonsense on a Sunday evening in December as the crows caw and circle once more.
For one who searches for beauty in imperfections, this garden confounds me. It is raggety, resistant to help and suffering for all my bright ideas. Orange jasmine, already ravaged by wind and pests before planting, finds a home.
Rooibos tea with lemon for the what was I thinking thoughts.
Rooibos tea with lemon for the what was I thinking thoughts.
December 7, 2025 at 11:20 AM
For one who searches for beauty in imperfections, this garden confounds me. It is raggety, resistant to help and suffering for all my bright ideas. Orange jasmine, already ravaged by wind and pests before planting, finds a home.
Rooibos tea with lemon for the what was I thinking thoughts.
Rooibos tea with lemon for the what was I thinking thoughts.
Making space
#yoga
The wind is taking a break and the world exhales after holding it's breath for far too long. The tree is a way station for all sorts of birds. A music box, look-out point, preening post. A meeting place for kindred spirits.
#yoga
The wind is taking a break and the world exhales after holding it's breath for far too long. The tree is a way station for all sorts of birds. A music box, look-out point, preening post. A meeting place for kindred spirits.
December 7, 2025 at 6:36 AM
Making space
#yoga
The wind is taking a break and the world exhales after holding it's breath for far too long. The tree is a way station for all sorts of birds. A music box, look-out point, preening post. A meeting place for kindred spirits.
#yoga
The wind is taking a break and the world exhales after holding it's breath for far too long. The tree is a way station for all sorts of birds. A music box, look-out point, preening post. A meeting place for kindred spirits.