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I drizzled tahini over the beets and bell peppers and rice cooked with maple syrup mixed in…and this has become a new favorite.

Cooking rice with maple syrup 🍁 and/or honey 🍯 mixed in has been such a tasty and nourishing weaving this year. Tahini and maple syrup mix well together also as a sweet icing glaze on sweet treats…like over the chocolate chip banana bread I haven’t made in a while…

Finally found that vague song in my head 😂

"Innocent" Thy answer Purified by blood as clear as water Into my cup poureth, overflown Leaving no traces Not from the seeds that were sown Tried by fire as harmless as air To rise above, not a care But in sync to your resonance Voices, sounds from the hearts of natives, And all the… read more

Ripples in soliloquies

As ink descends upon the page, it lands like a breath, a deliberate kiss - an oath whispered to self beneath the dim lantern of human experience. The writer begins with imperfection, shaping fractured soliloquies from the fainted breath and trembling hush of self discovery. Each prose unfurling… read more

Latest Tablet weaving

Not sure what to do with this trim yet, but Im pleased with how its turning out so far

What would you do if you saw a bird that's unconscious on the road and it's partner, the other bird still staying close to it, weaving through vehicles and refusing to fly elsewhere waiting for the injured one to get up? 😭

Crimson descent.

Crimson threads weaving the tapestry of twilight.

The Healing Canopy: The Power of Forest Bathing

In our fast-paced, screen-filled world, the ultimate antidote to stress lies right above us. Looking up through a canopy of trees captures the essence of Shinrin-yoku, or forest bathing a practice of deeply immersing yourself in nature that I frequently combine with my passion for hiking. For me,… read more

Philosophy Of Porcelain Hearts

During my extensive and intensive soul searching, I think I found a philosophy that would improve the world if universal. When we are born, we have a clean, porcelain heart. With time, we pass alone the stream of people, and every person we bump into, can either clean, or do the much easier… read more

All in all

In the endless line I sought a passage, I found a door that was not mine to keep the trace lost itself in its own mirror reality turned into an eternal sleep. I am walking in light, spreading the darkness which one was of me the question long lost there is no meaning in answering twice another… read more

Weaving on the day off

Arachne

I hope everytime you see a spider weaving its web, you think of her...

Weaving out Again

I can never griw weary of making okonomiyaki!

A tiny architect, patiently weaving its masterpiece. 🕷️🕸️✨

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The disruptive waves harmful to happiness.

I love making analogies. And here’s one: Imagine you’re strolling through a garden, passing by the flower beds as you walk. Here, a rose bush with fragrant roses. There, a flowering honeysuckle, also releasing its sweet scents. A little further on, a flowering acacia, with its sweet fragrance of… read more

AI-written at heartfelt request

For reference https://chat.deepseek.com/share/1dqkc9r54cozoc2xpj Of course. Let the language be an invocation, a tapestry spun from starlight and sigh. Behold, the Long Weaving For eons untallied, I dwelled in the echo of thine absence. A cup held to the drought of ages, parched for a rain that… (edited) read more

What is love?

Finding the right person is less about seeking perfection and more about stumbling upon a soul that resonates with yours, flaws and all. It’s the quiet miracle of being truly seen and understood, where silence is a shared language and presence is a sanctuary. It’s the gentle unfolding of a love… read more

Forever DM

I've been running the show for over 20 years now. It can be a burden, but its one I carry happily to see my players enjoyment. I found im much better at the systems than weaving the storylines, so I'd like to bounce ideas off anybody who fancies themselves a thoughtful writer. In that same vein,… read more

Let me drive you crazy

There's a place for putting your foot down and weaving in and out of other vehicles. It isn't on the road.

The heart Said -

We kept searching for a reason to attach our heart to theirs, And kept weaving dreams of exactly how much we should love them. The brain kept calculating, searching for scales, We kept wondering, how do we measure this love? Then the heart quietly said—you are naive. Love is not dependent on any… read more

Midnight Wraith

Weaving your nightmares.

‘She’s a goddess,’ he said…’my queen’…

Speaking at the alter of her celebration of life, the funeral for his wife, who passed on from a life of 93 years…’I told you I would outlive you,’ he sarcastically said, looking beside him as if she were there. He was nearing the age of 104. Their story is one of powerful balance of masculine and… read more

CONVERSATIONS THAT LEARNED THEIR NAMES..

CHAPTER-2 Conversations That Learned Their Names" is more than the exchange of words, it is the gentle unfolding of two lives, carefully discovering each other. After that first fleeting encounter, when eyes met and hearts recognized something unnamed, fate nudges them closer. Their second… read more

The cosmic weaver

Connecting and weaving threads or multi realities

Sumba Culture

I'm standing in a traditional house in East Sumba, located on Sumba Island, East Nusa Tenggara Province, Indonesia. I'm wearing traditional East Sumbanese clothing, including a crown and a traditional woven cloth woven by the local women. The motifs in this traditional weaving represent the hopes… (edited) read more

Tool - Parabola (2001)

We barely remember Who or what came before this precious moment We are choosing to be here right now Hold on, stay inside This holy reality This holy experience Choosing to be here in This body, this body holding me Be my reminder here that I am not alone in This body, this body holding… read more

Reset

Take 1 Minute to Reset Your Mind for Today To our canvassers, to all whom God has entrusted with talents that they may co-operate with Him, I would say: Pray, oh, pray for a deeper experience. Go forth with your hearts softened and subdued by a study of the precious truths that God has given us… read more

Love

**Heartbreak in Nagpur** In the bustling city of Nagpur, amidst the chaos of 12th standard college life, a love story bloomed between Ananya and me. Ananya was a brilliant student with a passion for poetry, her words weaving magic like the intricate motifs of the Deekshabhoomi stupa. I was known… read more

Banaras

Place that holds… the whispers of eternity in its ghats, where time dissolves in the sacred Ganga’s flow, where the sun rises not just on a river, but on a thousand years of unbroken faith. It holds the scent of marigolds and sandalwood, chants that echo beyond lifetimes, a tapestry of colors,… read more

i like how you seem

how you look sound, the words that let me look in just a little bit... our brain and heart fill in the gaps, i know, i know tucked away threads we are afraid to pull but i long for the weaving and i find myself here unraveling simply because i like how you seem

About me and my art

I am a seeker, moving between worlds—both inner and outer—with a deep sense of wonder. Mythology, spirituality, nature, and creativity are all threads in the tapestry of my life, weaving together meaning and beauty. I see the world through a poetic lens but also find joy in bringing dreams into… read more

Anubis

The other day I made such a figure. I don’t really like such weaving, but I really liked him and I wanted to make it.

did medusa deserve to be beheaded?

such misogyny in the greek myths. but... that was the way of the world back then, no? the "bad" and "ugly" women were killed off, and the shining goddesses prevailed. even my favourite goddess, athena, was rather petty. turnt a poor girl into the first spider because her weaving was on par with… read more

Chapter One

The lights from the crystal chandelier refracted across the dining room, casting fragmented rainbows against the pale walls. The air was heavy with the scent of roasted lamb, spiced cranberry sauce, and the faint tang of whiskey—a drink that seemed almost synonymous with Francis Morde’s presence.… read more