#ponderable

[ediblefungus]

I never posted this

What a strange nysterious orb she's got there

[roabe]

Melu orb

[kitchencel]

chat do we think peniliens dream

[batgrease]

Was pondering my orb lately and realised that it can connect to the WiFi and has a Bluetooth setting.

Crazy!

[realwomenofgaming]

How Does a Dragon Hoard?

How does a #dragon hoard it's treasures? Our very own @BigVinni71 explores his ideas on the subject!

Cave with red dragon and treasure, piles of gold coins, jewelry and gem. Vector cartoon illustration of fairytale treasury with wooden chests, gemstones and magic beast with wings Lords, ladies, lads, and lasses, I bring you this question because I don’t think the logistics of it have really, truly, ever been contemplated. Tolkien, the godfather of modern fantasy, gave us the image of Smaug…

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[mariepeh]

Thoughts on Boredom

We hate the feeling, don’t we? An empty feeling, theres nothing to see, nothing to do, but we waited all week for this very day.. a free weekend. Those days when you’re feeling bored, not an ounce of motivation or ambition to work on a hobby or do something fun.  It’s hard to allow yourself not to be productive, just to rest and sit still. We got to fill it up... do something.. work on something, scroll something. Anything!! 

Yet in your bored days wandering the house as a child, thats where you created games for yourself, built a new world with new characters in your imagination, and engaged with that world by pretending you’re in another reality. 

In those days you think of random ideas and topics, figuring out a small a part of life’s problem/puzzle. Creativity as they say, springs forth at random hours of the day, it cannot be turned on or turned off. 

These moments of rest,  new ideas, being alone with your thoughts and sometimes gaining new perspectives, might just change how you want to carry out something on those productive days. We sometimes reflect on memories, remembering people and what they’ve done for you, reminiscing. It would make you feel grateful, or remember someone that inspired you, to desire to be way too.  Boredom led me here, to blog out my thoughts. A bored moment made me realise I can try setting aside 10 minutes just to make a night routine for my teeth and face since I don’t floss, wash or moisturize my face. On the productive days I’m tired, impatient, I just want to get on my bed as fast as possible. 

If I do carry out that 10 minutes of relaxing + take care of my face & teeth, it would actually have a huge impact on my EVERY DAY.  Taken from another blog I read, this new idea that we do need to be bored, allow yourself to be free from distractions or being occupied. Allow that rest, and let new things/thoughts be explored and experimented. Boredom and exploration does seem to go together.  1 Feb 2022 

[poetrysupportgroup]

The pine branches reach—the rain! the sun! the edge of the         moving air! three goats! Girls on razor scooters turn the corner and scoot Autonomy actually shows, it shines amidst the stars of decision I sacrifice hearing to writing, I return to the back of the train Surrounded by nothing but tattered island nasturtia, the           shoveler is prepared to exclaim, “Grief exterior, grief           prison” Beastly pine cones are falling from the sky Down in the middle, and a soft wall, the midnight breeze billows Check the role, the rock, the rule! From cardboard pressed to ginger, water spilled on a list, salt           sprinkled over… Why so many references to dogs, purple, and bananas? Then the carnival—it came up afterwards like a vermillion buttress to              say of itself “it appears” Wren in a ragged bee line, flora sleeping live Yuki, Felicia, and Maxwell have between them $13.75, and they are             hungry as they enter the small café, where they see a display of             pies and decide to spend all their money on pie there and then                 —how much pie will each get to eat if each pie costs $5.25? Invincible is my myopia, great is my waist, choral are my ideas,                           wingéd are my eyebrows, deep is my obscurity—who am I?

 Poem of the day: March 31, 2015 Ponderable // Lyn Hejinian