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catching up w ask polly this morning
Note to self: If you start, you’ll only begin to see what the endless possibilities are.
Day 8: Glow
For @montereybayaquarium ‘s Deep Sea December
Simply radiant. 🌟
A giant siphonophore can grow up to 130 feet (40 m) long. That's longer than a blue whale, the largest animal on Earth! Though this siphonophore's body doesn't get much bigger around than a broomstick, they're still growing for gold. 🥇
texts between angels trying to live as mortals by keaton st. james
Juncos are not just cute to watch, they are also very entertaining to listen to. They are very territorial, and if someone of lower rank comes too close to their food, they start a trill match. I've seen it on the tree cam last year but today it happened on the ground. Video looks a bit washed out because it's been murky all day.
I lay my dreams beside the yellow tree; gasping for air, but no hope to breathe. Someday, I’ll come back so they may be. Until then, inevitability aims me. “Go forth”, “return”, “save me!”…cries I hear from the unchanging. Could they ever believe I’m not what they see? Form changing to each degree. My rivers are blocked, as I leak into their creeks. Reaching to catch where I meet defeat. But, so I lay my dreams beside the yellow tree, until I find some place for them to be. Where o’ God might I find thee?
Arguably the best SubwayTakes episode I’ve seen thus far.
The Jason & Mary’s dark chocolate sea salt bars are currently sustaining me & those peanut bars are nostalgic—I use to eat them every time I went to Mississippi as a kid. I always ate them on my aunts front porch while listening to ooh child by Five Stairsteps. I miss that place… I’m not much of a sour patch kid, but I ate em for reasons that are unclear.
🌷💖fallen beauty💖🌷
Our existence is not ornamental.
We do not live for the gaze of men, nor to be seated beneath the weight of a man’s ego.
Black women exist because life itself required a womb—
a portal, a beginning, a sacred guide to all that breathes and becomes.
Black women are to be protected, uplifted, and revered.
We are not optional.
We are origin.
“Mary Wallace was the first woman bus driver with the Chicago Transit Authority in 1974. Her job applications were rejected for three years, but her persistence paid off. She was eventually hired under an affirmative action program. Wallace became one of the city’s most popular drivers over her thirty-three year career.”
Happy Black History Month!
Happy Friday, everyone!
In honor of the final day of Black History Month, I wish to share with you the story of a woman whose resiliency and intellect alchemized her hardships into an ever-echoing song of freedom and victory, introducing Ms. Bridgett 'Biddy' Mason.
Born into slavery in Georgia, Bridgett Biddy Mason was given the name Bridget without a surname and was later nicknamed Biddy. Her early life was shaped by unimaginable hardships. Taken from her family at a young age, she was forced into labor under brutal conditions as she was moved from Georgia to South Carolina. Biddy’s owners, Robert and Rebecca Smith, were Mississippi Mormon converts and part of the Mormon Migration to Utah, where Biddy was forced to travel with them. The Smiths eventually took Biddy and her children to San Bernardino, California. Yet, in this land of supposed freedom, Smith continued to hold Biddy and her children captive.
At the age of 30, Biddy was made to walk 1,700 miles behind a 300-wagon caravan to the Holladay-Cottonwood area of Salt Lake Valley. Along the route, Biddy was responsible for breaking camp, herding cows, cooking meals, and serving as a midwife, all while taking care of her three children—Ellen, Anne, and Harriet—ages 10, 4, and a newborn. The last two being the children of her enslaver.
Even after the law changed in 1855, Biddy’s owner, Robert Smith, continued to hold her and her children captive. Smith decided to leave California for Texas, where slavery was still legal, in an effort to avoid giving Biddy her freedom. However, Biddy and her daughters befriended local free Blacks, who alerted the sheriff about Smith’s plan to flee to Texas, taking Biddy and her daughters with him. The sheriff took Biddy and her daughters into protective custody under a writ of Habeas Corpus—a legal action that challenges the legality of imprisonment and demands immediate release from unlawful confinement.
Judge Benjamin Hayes circumvented California’s racist testimony laws (which, from 1850 to 1863, prohibited African Americans from testifying against white people in criminal cases) by interviewing Biddy in his chambers. Despite the odds, she triumphed, gaining her freedom in 1856. From that moment on, her life was defined not by the scars of her past but by the legacy of her resilience.
Biddy became a celebrated real estate entrepreneur, philanthropist and a successful nurse, running a midwifery business. She accumulated a fortune worth $7.5 million in today’s dollars, making her one of the richest women in Los Angeles. She became one of the first Black women to own land in downtown Los Angeles, establishing a homestead. She used her wealth to establish a daycare center for working parents and created an account at a store where families who lost their homes in floods could obtain supplies. She also co-founded and financed the First African American Methodist Episcopal Church in downtown Los Angeles, which is still active today.
Biddy spent the rest of her life advocating for the poor, for education, and for the welfare of African Americans. In her honor, there is a Biddy Mason Monument in downtown Los Angeles. Biddy has two living great-great-great-great granddaughters who oversee her foundation today. Bridgett Biddy Mason’s legacy stands as a testament to the strength of the African spirit—her hardships never defined her; instead, they fueled her desire to help others, turning her story and legacy into a beacon of hope and a symbol of freedom.
-TaJana Guy
Ms. Bridgett 'Biddy' Mason (August 15, 1818–January 15, 1891) 🕊
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Got a new waffle maker yesterday, so I made waffles for todays breakfast 🥰 double chocolate chip waffles and hot cocoa.
I don’t typically eat breakfast, but I was excited about my new waffle maker my partner bought me. 🫶🏾
I got to spend the weekend
with family in northern Michigan, visiting orchards and wineries and enjoying the spectacular show nature is putting on there. The colors of the trees are mesmerizing, I have never seen anything like it in person, and we had cloudy skies. But it is also nice to be back home. We are expecting our first signs of frost tonight, so I hope that more bird activity is upon us. Have a beautiful Sunday evening!
I miss Michigan in the fall 🧡 some of the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had were made there
I saw another halo rainbow 🌈🩵
So, this happened… 🩵🌈