Welcome to my Nest

(Avatar by Tiffany Forster, Banner by Cr33pysp00ky on Tumblr)

[wrentalks]

Okay let's try this.

I'm Wren. I needed a nest for all the words that don't fit anywhere else.

If you're curious, look for the tag #wrentalks and please, be kind.

[fille--de--joies]

Morning sun rays sliding merrily through the window as I raise the roller blind. If only I could get rid of this useless questioning interiority that spoils my perception of the simple things with its pointless cerebral neediness. Be quiet, I say, I'm trying to enjoy breakfast. My friend told me I have a good anchorage, but that it also hinders creativity. What's being myself if the self itself is multiple selves at once? The toaster popping sound jolts me out of my thoughts. The cat is strugglingly opening the pane with its tiny foot (yes it can), it thrusts its head through the slot, hops inside, and starts strolling like a lion in the kitchen, roaring meows claiming its breakfast too. My café au lait is ready. Time to numb this mind with a news analysis podcast.

[lawrenceleemagnuson]

Richard Cartwright (UK, Wales b. 1951) Moonlight on the Bay oil on panel

[briargeese]

Hellebores (Lenten Roses) under a UV light.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

petals bow with dew your silence fills the garden morning learns to ache

[the-silent-troubadour]

today

through the portal…:js

[soothenerves]

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

[wrentalks]

It's the brief, crystal moment right before a dream ends and consciousness begins. The moment when all the connesctions are made, when you could not possibly let the dream end. And yet an epiphany is here, answers are around the corner, and divine intervention calls to you sweetly.

Many have helped you get here. It does not matter if those who have helped you have continued to do so.

[the-silent-troubadour]

it’s just my imagination

dragon breathing fire…:js

[jumy-m]

Jumy-M Yae-sakura　/ 今年最後の八重桜 (Detail)

[nyx-tenberis]

The singing river..

Every person waits to sing their song.

Give them the right lighting, a stage—

they sing- like an unbound river in voice.

Don’t expect them to stop,

to listen if you are singing too.

... ..

I watch, stepping back—

not wanting to get wet.

Unless I choose to step into

your flowing river myself.

[cardo-de-comer]

a bunch of old comms for bakkaman... thank you very much!!

[shamanfox]

Flowers at daycare

[solostinmysea]

The way most people talk about friendship is so depressing to me. It's like... friends are the people you hang out with when you haven't found the love of your life nor your purpose yet; if a friend disappears out of nowhere - oh, well, they must be busy, it's life right? No hard feelings ever, and there's not even a need to fight with or for a friend, because you don't plan nor build your life around friends, that's reserved for your partner only (and your children, of course, and the extended family). And nobody owes you anything when it comes to friends, but everyone owes everything forever (the debts are never paid) to everyone else when it comes to spouses, parents, children and siblings.

At the same time we have (and love!) books and movies where friendship is a bond as strong as love, as transformative as love; we see, also in real life, friends that save each other's lives in so many big and small ways; we have all the examples we need, and yet we choose to downplay such a great experience because... why? I mean, I know that this is amatonormativity at its best, but really, why?

[intotheundergrowth]

bluebells

[the-other-art-attack]

Ellen Marie

[hymnfell]