@lknesse
Indie author. Poet. Weird. Friend of Lake Monster. Autistic. Easily excited about stuff nobody cares about.
Baby fig tree is growing more baby leaves! We've had a lot of rain recently - good for growing - but now baby leaves can come out and get some sun.

If I had known before how much pain I'd be in now from helping plant things in the garden... Yeah, I still would have done it. And there are earthworms out there! I'm so happy! We didn't see any our first couple of years here, and earthworms are good for the garden.
Things should start calming down around here during our long weekend. Recovering from what the week has been could take a whole nother week, though. ("A whole nother" is a valid measurement.) This was a seed on May 6th. Now I'm just waiting for that first leaf to open! It's not clear in the picture, but there is another lotus stem starting to push it's way up from the soil.

My kalimba has turned out to be one of the best investments anybody in our house ever made. Easily portable comfort item/stim that makes gentle, soothing sound.
There's a lot of unavoidable drama in my house right now. We're doing what needs to be done to handle it. Time for reading and writing? I've got a better chance of seeing a band of cryptids walking down the street. Literal band. Chupacabra playing a flute and everything. I'm thankful for the community we're building here on Wrizzit. I'm thankful for knowing I can disappear for a while and find kindness when I come back. I'm thankful for being able to look forward to all the reading I'll do when things calm down. I'll still pop in with plant updates when I can!
Today has not been a day I would have asked for. But the baby fig tree does have a new baby fig leaf! Even the bad days have little treasures.

The message from this week's tarot reading is short and to the point It's not enough just to have ideas for things. Follow the ideas that you have a passion for! Those are things you're likely to put the best work into, and that work raises the likelihood of success. This is the Greenwood deck. Bows are Wands, and Stones are Pentacles.

The lotus plant that has been doing well has neen moved to a pot. We'll see what happens from it. It has a shoot about a foot long (pokes through the water in the pot), another about six inches long, and a third just starting. It's also starting to grow the little roots that will hold on while the tuber starts growing.

The lotus seed that's supposed to grow and get moved to a pot is doing great. Two shoots, one of them nearly 12 inches. The one that's supposed to become to new Rufus has been doing wonderful, then slid out of the seed today just like the one before. I still haven't managed to find any info on why this might be happening, or if it's even possible that putting it back in the seed could work. Bill and Ted might be on their own. I can't grow a new Rufus if I don't know how to stop this from happening.
Sometimes I forget this beautiful cascade of fig leaves just looked like a couple of sticks two months ago.

Look what I have now! A family member gave me a little 8 key kalimba a few years ago and underestimated how much I would love it. It was a side gift on top of my main gift in the box, but I had to be told there was another gift. I was instantly enchanted by the kalimba! (I don't remember what the main gift was.) A keychain size instrument isn't easy for my hands to hold and play for long, though. This one will be easier on my hands, has more notes, and is so beautiful!

Roses come in a variety of colors. The Mariana Trench is deep. I'm overthinking things instead of going to sleep.
A friend wanted a recording of me playing "Dueling Banjos". My hands went slow enough that I sent it as Slowly Dueling Banjos. I needed to explain Baba Yaga's house, so I just scribbled a picture using my finger on my phone. (It matches well with the one I did a few months ago of Mothman.) You don't have to make everything museum quality. Just make stuff.

It's Monday and I am here to start the week! Because until I get my hands on a time machine, I really have no other choice.
Something I said to a friend that... well, maybe I need to listen to myself sometimes: You do not exist to fold yourself into origami animals for the pleasure of people who don't appreciate how the paper was made.
This week's tarot reading has a message about community again. The five of Cups is often read as loss and grief, but it's ecstasy in the Greenwood Tarot. Think of emotional experiences - good, bad, and especially mixed - that disconnect you from daily life. Those times when you don't know how to get things back together, and don't even know that you want to. If it feels like you're fighting yourself and creating your own obstacles, you might be your biggest challenge at this time. Don't punish yourself for it. Don't ask why you're being such a problem for yourself. Look at what you can learn from the part of you that keeps doing these things. Community can be the roots that keep you from completely drifting away. These are also the people who can help you figure out how to stop fighting yourself. And when the group shares the work, the group also shares the joy!

Okay... the sprout that slid out of the seed didn't make it. I still don't know how it did that! But I started a new lotus seed a few days ago, just in case, and it's already showing me a sprout. I also put another seed in the water today because I've learned some things from Rufus and need to try again with him.

I'm usually very critical of my work. There are layers to that. Things I can fix. Things I kind of like the way they are, but I'm not willing to put it out there as an example of my work. Things I can't fix and wish I had never started. Things that need some polishing. Things that are ready to be released. Going through my poems, writing them into my fancy journal... Look, poetry is even more subjective than other types of writing. It's not that hard to accept that a specific genre isn't your thing while also recognizing that an author does have great skill as a storyteller. Poetry, though... What if I don't like a poem because I just don't get it? Why are people with college degrees saying a poet whose work I love is so basic and nothing they wrote is impressive? Maybe part of what makes so many people not like poetry is that it's not easy to make judgements that a majority of people will agree on. But I might be good at poetry. I love my poems.
That expensive surprise bill that had me so worried is now paid! Maybe the stress relief will help with opening things for my creativity to flow with more ease.