For the latest therapeutic procedure, we’re looking at #lithotripsy …
Oh, I don’t like the sound of that…
Indeed, we use ultrasound and it’s far less invasive.
#BraveWrite#TalesNoir#vssmed
#Gravity doesn't have a hold on me
When I got the fromicy cavort ways of a happy go lucky gal going through lots
Of therapeutic activities to calm the mind body heart and soul
I will just jostle my way to the front and dance yay
#vss365#Bravewrite#InkMine#unchainedsymphonies
Visible
effervescence
an abstract #Signal
willow sky code
in cirrus rainbow
Flew rhythmic eyebrows with
swoop hum plucked dimples
A vivacious surreal scandal
of amusement
A taint of distaste
sat in a sheen pose for
the click phone camera
#vss365#BraveWrite#inkMine
My📸
Need your arms
Wrapped around
My shivering body
~If so
Hold with all your might
Blanket me from harm
Before #gravity let’s go
~Can’t touch
I know
But I’m alone
An empty envelope
~A crevasse
Between
Life & death
Thus I write
~I pray
I have so
Much left
To Say
#BraveWrite#vss365
👆Please Read Poem Above🙏
Your many signals of love &
friendship mean more than
I’m able to covey…
Know.
Remember.
Never Forget.
I’m merely reflecting back your luminosity, & I’m so humbled
& honored to be a moon
to your shine!
Love you,
A
(BBS🤒)
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The lads wish you a peaceful Wednesday whilst they wait for breakfast to be served. The human wishes they would get their own breakfast... just once. Take care and have a peaceful Wednesday.🧡
#Cats#RescueCats
Today, 27th May is the feast day of St Melangell. Saint Melangell (7th century) is the Celtic patron saint of hares, small animals, and the environment. According to #WelshLegend , she was an Irish princess who fled to the remote Tanat Valley to escape an arranged marriage.
#StMelangell #Hares #Folklore
In medieval Christian traditions, otters are said to have warmed the St Cuthbert's feet with their breath after his nightly prayer vigils in the North Sea.
#WorldOtterDay#Folklore#Nature
While
chasing
shadows
beware
crevasses
of
janky
theories,
level
up
to
seize
your
moment
when
seeds
of
hope
leave
coded
messages
in
the
rooted
stillness
of
willows
Is this a weeping willow
shading my pillow,
encouraging sleep?
Or, could it be
a purging
of heavy, but pendulous branches,
sprinkling spiritual riches...
attracting my sadness in likeness,
to shower green gifts
with a frown?
#bravewrite#firewords280
#WritingCommunity#vss365@FoxProse@OurPoetryX@fairytalepoets
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"Underdogs have to look out for each other in this sardonic world."
That's what you keep saying. I couldn't agree more. But attention becomes abstract, unreal even, as you cavort around mixed signals,...
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...presence being janky, shoddy at best.
It would be amusing if it wasn't for the piles of shit. There is no Excalibur in my hand as I scream myself back into my power. Soundwaves ebb away as I breathe slower. I don't need anything from you. I know how to be gentle. I...
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...just need to shift focus. To me. It seems so simple. But we mustn't be egotistic, must we? It's the same people saying this who will not look out for others.
Willow's pendulous branches are beckoning me to dance barefoot on root-snared grasses. Birdsong elevates the...