Moin.
Finally could sleep last night. Early, too. Still taking it slow.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was the robin defending the plum tree. I don't know from what or whom.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.social
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
Finally could sleep last night. Early, too. Still taking it slow.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was the robin defending the plum tree. I don't know from what or whom.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
I'm late. Short night. For a happy reason. Crappy sleep. Don't know why. Found myself gagging this morning. So, cancelled the plans for the day. Taking in slow. But had a happy birthday.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a pigeon gently cooing.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
Today has become an ambivalent date since hell. It seems I'm getting better at balaning.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a blue titmouse tweeping Happy Birthday.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
Sleep wasn't well and I got things to do. Feeling overwhelmed, today. Still taking it one breath at a time.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was one of a small group of blue titmice. But the crows are chatty, too.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
I realised that part of why I'm feeling weird is the annual trauma from hell. My mind forgets. But my body remembers.
Taking it one step at a time.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a blue titmouse. Thei are very chatty this morning.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
The weirdest stuff is surfacing on my end. A lot of it doesn't seem to be mine. I let it pass.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a titmouse sweetly chatting with other titmice.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
Still in recovery.
Have some #SundayYellow.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a starling speaking starling.
How arw you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
The morning came up with a kind of pain I didn't have in ages. Here we go again with the coming up of a series of unpredictable issues that keep wearing me down...
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a quiet robin.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
Weird night.
Did anybody else notice that?
Life is for living. I decided not to wait for things to happen, anymore. Instead I'll honour the present experience.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a titmouse .. or .. wait! .. the pigeon was first.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
#October is here, and I feel at home. Plus, I got pain. So, slow is the pace.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a robin announcing itself to the backyard.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
Today, I start my day slowly. 🐌
Let's see, how good it can get!
It's oddly quiet in the backyard, but I believe the #FirstBirdOfMyDay was a great titmouse greeting the sun, this morning.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
A bit tired today. Interestingly, not because of yesterday's visit at the #DahliaGardenHamburg.
My peace got challenged that evening. I declined.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a titmouse chattering in the plum tree.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
Today feels timeless to me.
I take it.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a crow cawing Good Morning. Perhaps one of the three I've met the other day? - The titmice are remembering Spring.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin.
The church bells are still ringing. A special celebration? I'm taking that as an inspiration to celebrate today, too. Just because I can.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was one of a flock of crows asking the morning: How good can it get?
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin!
I'm curious about what beauty this day holds for me - how good can it get?
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a robin singing of courage.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin!
I literally breathed myself into the day, this morning.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was a robin chittering away amongst titmice.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin!
A new day. Let's see what it brings.
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was one of a small group of titmice making the backyard sound cute.
How are you?
@kokopellibfree.bsky.socialMoin!
A Blessed & Happy #Mabon, #Equinox, Start of #Autumn (or Spring), y'all!
#FirstBirdOfMyDay was one of a flock of starlings, actually speaking Starling. But the stars were the crows, cawing-in this cool, first Autumn morning.
How are you?
