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Poet, sword fighter, history nerd. Studying animism, myth, business architecture, and plant wisdom. Also there are likely cats. She/her
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Google searches my cat has made, an occasional series: "fgttttttttttt" Google wanted to know if Woodford had really meant fgteev $$$. At least no AI results came back. #cattyping

I read Martin Shaw's Courting the Wild Twin the weekend after winning Bardic Champs for storytelling, and the first chapter feels like it carved itself into my soul. "The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up." 1/4

A good reminder #mushrooms #resist

Small moments of awe: In the gnarled twists of a peach tree, drops of rain have frozen, diamonds gleaming with dawn's light.

#poetry #resist

Told the Aravan story at a bardic competition yesterday. So, now I am Consort's Champ. Need to start developing new stories. What are the stories I need to tell for the time we are living in now? What are the stories you need to hear? #storytelling #sca

As an American I feel like this eagle right now, hunkered down, weathering some icy, wretched, miserable shit, while trying to protect the future. #birdwatching #americawatching #resist laist.com/news/climate...

It's not a Business Architecture meme. And yet it is. #businessarchitecture #swords

Small moments of awe: A waxing gibbous moon in an ink black sky. The thin veil of clouds drawn over her face glows white, pale pink, and blue. Her light. Her light. Her light.

Snow hats on echinacea

Small moments of awe: Open back door, a blue sky, streaked with pink and grey sunrise clouds, vivid at the horizon, pale toward the stars. Leafless oak trees make a lace pattern of black against the colors. I forget my errand.

Small moments of awe: a flock of Canadian geese, skimming the air just above my head, gossiping and complaining on the wing. Their numbers darkened the sun.

Small moments of awe: Today I saw a red tailed hawk swoop down, disappear into a ditch, and then, laboring, rise, rise into the blue February sky, a mouse curled into a question mark of death, grasped tight in its' talons. Such wonder, such horror.

Federal employees: If a fascist orders you to dig a ditch, spend 4 years trying to find a shovel.

"In an age of polarized, punitive, linear discourse remember poetry. And the moment you see poetry slipping away from the discourse, reevaluate to see if that is discourse worth having." -Joshua Michael Schrei

Native plants are great. Did you know there is a native plant in the US called the yaupon holly; the only native US plant that contains caffeine? You can make tea from its leaves and get your morning fix. Just in case, I dunno, imported coffee and tea become too expensive. #nativeplants #tariffs

Also: this is Matthew’s actual job. If they say there’s a fighting chance to torpedo this nomination, that’s much more reliable than whatever the vibes out here might be. This is worth your time.

Whiskey Cat content: This is Woodford Reserve, or Woody. Woody was trying to take swipes at me while I was folding laundry. Then one of his claws got stuck on the coverlet. He kept reaching out with his other paw, until that one got stuck. And thus, this photo. #catportrait

One thing I'm finding useful right now is to not ask "what needs to be done" or "what are the problems," because that's too overwhelming, but instead to ask "what are my resources" and to focus on things that I'm uniquely suited to do. (1/?)

Stone wall in the woods, after a storm.

The National Archives is looking for volunteers with an increasingly rare skill: Reading cursive.

This is worth a read, as we go into the next 4 years: www.themarginalian.org/2012/12/05/s...

I am working on developing a story for a bardic competition. It is the story of Aravan, the son of Arjuna, from the Mahabharata. I figure now is a good time to tell historical stories that feature the transgender experience.

I re-read @guygavrielkay.bsky.social when I need to be relocated in my own skin. Today it is A Song for Arbonne. I think it's been a decade since I last cracked the cover. It holds up. The themes are not just infuriatingly relevant, but *timely*.

Dear consultants, Don't come into my building and talk about the wonders of AI without *FIRST* talking through environmental impact mitigation. FFS, read the room. Read the planet.