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Charlotte the Procrastinator
@catsbearsandme.bsky.social
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Cats... bears... and me.

Fascinated and appalled by politics: Pro-EU, anti-Fascist, anti-Trump. 🏳️‍🌈

Music, art, movies, books, and I try and post a poem a day...

Matrix and Kate Bush obsessive.
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#WeAreSpiritualBeings
The real luxuries in life: Cars, Watches, Yachts Time Health A quiet mind Slow mornings Being able to travel Rest without guilt Home-cooked meals Deep restorative sleep Calm & "boring" days Meaningful conversations People you love that love you back
December 11, 2025 at 6:47 PM
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#RebelThriver
Darling, I hope you know how much you truly matter, that there's no one else quite like you in the entire world, and that you are a living, breathing miracle. - Ella
December 11, 2025 at 6:30 PM
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#UrsulaLeGuin

Hymn to Time by Ursula K. Le Guin
Time says “Let there be” every moment and instantly there is space and the radiance of each bright galaxy. And eyes beholding radiance. And the gnats’ flickering dance. And the seas’ expanse. And death, and chance. Time makes room for going and coming home and in time’s womb begins all ending. Time is being and being time, it is all one thing, the shining, the seeing, the dark abounding.
December 11, 2025 at 6:12 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
Nice is not the same as kind. Nice is not the same as ethical. Nice is not the same as moral. The older I get, the less interested I am in "nice". Nice is the gift wrap; it says nothing about what's inside. Cora Harrington
December 10, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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#NikitaGill

Tell Your Daughters by Nikita Gill
Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs. Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves— from their tiger stripes to the soft flesh of their thighs, whether there is a little of them or a lot, whether freckles cover their face or not, whether their curves are plentiful or slim, whether their hair is thick, curly, straight, long or short. Tell them how they inherited their ancestors, souls in their smiles, that their eyes carry countries that breathed life into history, that the swing of their hips does not determine their destiny. Tell them never to listen when bodies are critiqued. Tell them every woman’s body is beautiful because every woman’s soul is unique.
December 10, 2025 at 5:22 PM
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#CharlesBukowski

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
your life is your life don't let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can't beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.
December 9, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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#AvellinoFarms
- Healthy soil is worth more than a spreadsheet. - Clean water is worth more than quarterly gains. - Air you can breathe is worth more than any profit margin. If that rattles the economy, maybe the economy's the problem.
December 8, 2025 at 5:58 PM
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#VictoriaAdukweiBulley

There You Are by Victoria Adukwei Bulley
There you are this cold day boiling the water on the stove pouring the herbs into the pot hawthorn, rose; buying the tulips & looking at them, holding your heart in your hands at the table saying please, please to nobody else here in the kitchen with you. How hard, how heavy this all is. How beautiful, these things you do, in case they help, these things you do which, although you haven’t said it yet, say that you want to live.
December 8, 2025 at 5:10 PM
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Good morning from the very wise cat (who's so far forgotten to post on Bluesky). Here he is from the other place.
Picture shows a ginger/orange and white cat, photo-ed through the glass of a ticket desk at a train station, looking as if he wants to buy a ticket. Text says: "Good morning and welcome to marvellous marmalade Monday Many of our troubles would fade if we chose honest conversations with one another, instead of conversations about one another. Most problems shrink when we speak to people, not about them Be kind"
December 8, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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#KathleenJamie

The Dipper by Kathleen Jamie
It was winter, near freezing, I'd walked through a forest of firs when I saw issue out of the waterfall a solitary bird. It lit on a damp rock, and, as water swept stupidly on, wrung from its own throat supple, undammable song. It isn't mine to give. I can't coax this bird to my hand that knows the depth of the river yet sings of it on land.
December 7, 2025 at 4:51 PM
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#TheTinyJoyProject
Every once in a while I get stunned by how lucky it is to be here at all. Breathing air trees made for us. Watching colors the universe invented. Laughing with people we somehow found in all this chaos. Life is absurd, and I mean that in the sweetest way.
December 6, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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Part 2/3
(Song to follow)
I got my roots down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down, deep I got my roots down, down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down, deep So what are we doing here? What has been done? What are you gonna do about it when the world comes undone? My voice feels tiny and I'm sure so does yours But put us all together we make a mighty roar I am resilient I trust the movement I negate the chaos Uplift the negative I'll show up at the table, again and again and again I'll close my mouth and learn to listen
December 6, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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#RisingAppalachia

Resilient, a song by Rising Appalachia
(Chloe Smith/Leah Smith)
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I am resilient I trust the movement I negate the chaos Uplift the negative I'll show up at the table, again and again and again I'll close my mouth and learn to listen These times are poignant The winds have shifted It's all we can do To stay uplifted Pipelines through backyards Wolves howlin out front Yeah, I got my crew but truth is what I want Realigned and on point Power to the peaceful Prayers to the waters Women at the center All vessels open to give and receive Let's see the system brought down to its knees I'm made of thunder I'm made of lightning I'm made of dirt (yeah) Made of the fine things My father taught me that I'm a speck of dust And this world was made for me So let's go and try our luck
December 6, 2025 at 5:48 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon
Changing every "I should have known better" to "I know better now". I will not judge past versions of me through the lens of who I am now. - Warm-autumn-evenings
December 6, 2025 at 10:06 AM
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#WeAreSpiritualBeings
You ever just looked at someone and feel so proud of them. Not based on their achievements, but genuinely because of how beautiful the soul of this person is.
December 5, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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#MaryOliver

I Don't Want To Be Demure or Respectable
by Mary Oliver
I don't want to be demure or respectable. I was that way, asleep, for years. That way, you forget too many important things. How the little stones, even if you can't hear them, are singing. How the river can't wait to get to the ocean and the sky, it's been there before. What traveling is that! It is a joy to imagine such distances. I could skip sleep for the next hundred years. There is a fire in the lashes of my eyes. It doesn't matter where I am, it could be a small room. The glimmer of gold Bohme saw on the kitchen pot was missed by everyone else in the house. Maybe the fire in my lashes is a reflection of that. Why do I have so many thoughts, they are driving me crazy. Why am I always going anywhere, instead of somewhere? Listen to me or not, it hardly matters. I'm not trying to be wise, that would be foolish. I'm just chattering.
December 5, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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#AEHousman

How Clear, How Lovely Bright by A. E. Housman
How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day.
December 4, 2025 at 3:55 PM
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#WomenWhoRunWithTheMoon

Thank you for the adventures. ❤️
You will meet many types of people in your life. You will meet delicate flowers, raging oceans, quiet forests, towering mountains, and colourful skies. You will meet thunderstorms, you will meet lightning. They will knock you down, they will leave you breathless. You will meet sunrises, you will meet gardens. They will give you light, they will take you adventures. Explore them. Get lost with them. They all have something to teach you.
December 3, 2025 at 5:43 PM
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#LemnSissay

Let There Be Peace by Lemn Sissay
Let there be peace So frowns fly away like albatross And skeletons foxtrot from cupboards, So war correspondants become travel show presenters And magpies bring back lost property, Children, engagement rings, broken things. Let there be peace So storms can go out to sea to be Angry and return to me calm, So the broken can rise up and dance in the hospitals. Let the aged Ethiopian man in the grey block of flats Peer through his window and see Addis before him, So his thrilled outstretched arms become frames For his dreams. Let there be peace Let tears evaporate to form clouds, cleanse themselves And fall into reservoirs of drinking water. Let harsh memories burst into fireworks that melt In the dark pupils of a child’s eyes And disappear like shoals of silver darting fish, And let the waves reach the shore with a Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
December 3, 2025 at 5:36 PM
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#RebelThriver
If tonight you're feeling lonely, take a look out the window, up at the night sky, and know that we are all connected.
December 2, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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#TheTinyJoyProject
Somewhere a seed just cracked open underground, completely certain that light exists.
December 2, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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#ChinesePoetry
#DuFu

A Toast for Men Yun-Ch'ing by Du Fu
Illimitable happiness, But grief for our white heads. We love the long watches of the night, the red candle. It would be difficult to have too much of meeting, Let us not be in hurry to talk of separation. But because the Heaven River will sink, We had better empty the wine-cups. To-morrow, at bright dawn, the world’s business will entangle us. We brush away our tears, We go—East and West.
December 2, 2025 at 6:01 PM
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#RebelThriver
It is not insult from another that causes you pain. It is the part of your mind that agrees with the insult. Agree only with the truth about you, and you are free. - Alan Cohen
December 1, 2025 at 5:07 PM
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#W.B.Yeats

A Drinking Song by W. B. Yeats
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
December 1, 2025 at 4:54 PM
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#BrianBilston
#AdventCalendars

This is true. Pictures before chocolate!!!
The Good Old Days by Brian Bilston Pity the poor children of today, with their calendars stuffed with chocolates, never to know the thrill of opening a small cardboard door and discovering behind it a picture of a bell.
December 1, 2025 at 8:59 AM