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You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! powers and people- and it is possible a great energy is moving near me. I have faith in nights.

You darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
for the fire makes
a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you.
But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself,
- Rilke #Poetry 💙📚👀

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"I no longer take pride in my resilience because it is chronically sore like an overused muscle. I wish for change that doesn't force me to cope, and is instead, like the comfort of the deep exhale of a long withheld sigh."- words of a disabled friend. Just hit me so hard.

Sometimes I wonder if I am getting worse or better. I cannot tell the difference. The only thing that changed over these years is the acceptance of loss and learning to live with it.

I can barely find the energy to try it out and finalise the fit and even if I have found that extra few minutes I ask myself "what's the point?" The only clothes I need are some pajamas and oversized maxi dresses. Why bother? I don't think 2026 is going to be any better than the last few years.

I read somewhere that unfinished and abandoned projects describe the life of an artist more than the finished projects. In my case,I have two stunning garments-one cardigan and one vest which is just needs a couple of hours of work after the 100+ hyperfocus hours i have poured into them. #pwd #pwme

How cute is this Panda?? 🥰 YouTube video by chembarathi

I have been trying to be a Panda for the last few years and it is still a wip. But finally made a cute reminder for that. 🥰
#crochet #amigurumi 🧶 #bsnm

Everyone deserves housing.

Everyone deserves healthcare.

Everyone deserves food, water and clean air.

These are not things you should have to “earn”.

Your ability to survive should not be based on economic output.

Help people meet their basic needs & watch the world change.

What Things Want Robert Bly 1926-2021 You have to let things Occupy their own space. This room is small, But the green settee Likes to be here. The big marsh reeds, Crowding out the slough, Find the world good. You have to let things Be as they are. Who knows which of us Deserves the world more?

You have to let things Occupy their own space. This room is small, But the green settee

Likes to be here.

....
You have to let things Be as they are. Who knows which of us Deserves the world more?
- Robert Bly
#Poetry 💙📚👀

Chronic illness is unfair & unrelenting.

I’m facing a threat to my housing which has wrecked my baseline.

I haven’t written in weeks.

I don’t have a working washing machine so I’m covered in hives.

Today multiple things broke on me.

Then I broke. Sorry for the lack of writing. My brain is done.

A handknitted red socks with all over lace on my feet

A pair of red handknitted socks with all over lace work

🧶🧦 Socks 3 of 2026 - Baudelaire by Cookie A
I fell in love with the red in the pattern photo, but couldn't get similar red. My second toe up socks and it is a struggle to get it over my heel. But once it is done,the fit is so damn good. I should have used a bigger needle for the lace though #knitsky

A RABBIT NOTICED MY CONDITION I was sad one day and went for a walk; I sat in a field. A rabbit noticed my condition and came near. It often does not take more than that to help at times- to just be close to creatures who are so full of knowing, so full of love that they don't -chat, they just gaze with their marvelous understanding. St. John of the Cross

I was sad one day and went for a walk; I sat in a field.

A rabbit noticed my condition and came near.

It often does not take more than that to help at times-

to just be close to creatures who are so full of knowing, so full of love that they don't -chat,
-St. John of the Cross
#Poetry 💙📚👀

Who loves a squishy knitted caterpillar? YouTube video by chembarathi

A very huggable and colourful Caterpillar filled with lots of texture. I cannot stop touching it. 🥰

I haven't made a sale this year. So if you are in India and looking something adorable for your loved ones, please do check out my store! ♥️

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Yes, Socks makes me sooo happy!!!🥰

You never do know who you touch. Remember that. Remember that there's someone out there who is better for having you in their life. And be excellent.

IN THE MEANTIME Tom Hirons Meanwhile, flowers still bloom. The moon rises, and the sun. Babies smile and somewhere, Against all the odds, Two people are falling in love. Strangers share cigarettes and jokes. Light plays on the surface of water. Grace occurs on unlikely streets And we hold each other fast Against entropy, the fires and the flood. Life leans towards living And, while death claims all things at the end, There were such precious times between, In which everything was radiant And we loved, again, this world.

Life leans towards living
And, while death claims all things at the end,
There were such precious times between,
In which everything was radiant
And we loved, again, this world.
- Tom Hirons
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

Handknitted socks with single stripes and the heel is in solid pink is raised to show off the heel

A pair of handknitted socks with single stripes in pink and light pink

🧶 Socks 2 of 2026 - Inspired by Samba Socks, but used the usual recipe for my feet. I tried the Deep Shadow Heel by @ysoldaknits.bsky.social and it hugs my high instep perfectly. So much in love with this one.
#knitsky 🧦

A collaged anatomical heart made from hand printed papers surrounded by collaged flowers and penned in leaves and patterns. A hand written Rumi quote ‘Each time a thought enters your heart, treat it as an honoured guest’ is in one corner. Art materials are scattered around the piece.

Steadily coming back to myself, including creatively, after surgery last month and a recovery period which has been tougher than expected in every possible way.

Read this line of a Rumi poem and this piece buzzed around in my head incessantly until I made it.

This counts as #SciArt right?

Allow by Dana Faulds There is no controlling life. -Try corralling a lightning bolt, containing a tornado. Dam a stream and it will create a new channel. Resist, and the tide will sweep you off your feet. Allow, and grace will carry you to higher ground. The only safety lies in letting it all in the wild and the weak; fear, fantasies, failures and success. When loss rips off the doors of the heart, or sadness veils your vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth. In the choice to let go of your known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes.

When loss rips off the doors of
the heart, or sadness veils your vision with despair, practice becomes simply bearing the truth.

In the choice to let go of your
known way of being, the whole world is revealed to your new eyes.
- Dana Faulds
#Poetry 💙📚👀

WILLIAM STAFFORD Remembering When there was air, when you could breathe any day if you liked, and if you wanted to you could run, I used to climb those hills back of town and follow a gully so my eyes were at ground level and could look out through grass as the stems bent in their tensile way, and see snow mountains follow along, the way distance goes. Now I carry those days in a tiny box wherever I go. I open the lid like this and let the light glimpse and then glance away. There is a sigh like my breath when I do this. Some days I do this again and again.

When there was air, when you could breathe any day if you liked, and if you
wanted to you could run, I used to climb those hills back of town and follow a gully so my eyes were at ground
level and could look out through grass as the stems
bent in their tensile way - William Stafford
#Poetry 💙📚👀

A pair of handknitted socks with gold fishes on the cuff

🧶 Sock 1 of 2026 - Fintastic Fish from the Joyful Colourwork Socks book by @stoneknits.bsky.social This is my third from the book so far and joy is boundless everytime.
#knitsky 🧦

A DAY IS NOT LOST A day is not lost if you failed to tick off a list or a diet was broken a day is only lost if you forgot to say something kind to yourself or another if you forgot to pause to search for a tiny spark of beauty amongst the drudgery glimmering like gold in the mud a day is only lost if you forgot that life even in the worst of times is still a gift a gift you so very much deserve to live through and not just survive.

a day is only lost
if you forgot
to say something kind
to yourself or another

if you forgot
to pause
to search
for a tiny spark of beauty
amongst the drudgery
glimmering like gold in the mud
- #Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

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A knitted amigurumi of a baby elephant

A hand hugging a collection of handmade toys

Meet Ammini, latest addition to my bedside army! All my other babies need a good bath and I am so sad that I didnt have that energy to spare for them in all these months. I miss being active here. Will try to peep in every couple of days until I can handle it without worsening symptoms :( #pwme
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Center of all centers, core of cores, almond self-enclosed and growing sweet-all this universe, to the furthest stars and beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit. Now you feel how nothing clings to you; your vast shell reaches into endless space, and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow. Illuminated in your infinite peace, a billion stars go spinning through the night, blazing high above your head. But in you is the presence that will be, when all the stars are dead. -RAINER MARIA RILKE, "BUDDHA IN GLORY," TRANSLATED BY STEPHEN MITCHELL

a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

Been in a flare and recovery is slow this time. Thank you for checking in ♥️

Been in a flare and recovery is slow this time. Thank you for checking in ♥️

My seventh year of sharing Bibliofiles - my favourite reads from last year. The reading itch only continues to grow. :)
I read fewer books (58 vs 63 in 2024) but this year’s list has more variety, including fiction.
Short reviews and the long list is on the blog.
manuscrypts.com/2025/12/28/b...

First Memory Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was--for what I was: from the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved. Louise Gluck

from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.
-
Louise Gluck
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀

New year, new week, and a new reminder, looking for 3 commissions this month to pay my utilities.

(Share if you see this, my next client might be one of your followers)

#BSNM #AmWriting #OpenForCommissions