Spooky Sky
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Gen-X Bluesky Elder~ A living silence, a quiet presence~ Male INFP feminist~ PFP: my little dog panting and relaxing on the lawn Banner: wide-angle shot of the sky with the sun obscured and projecting sunbeams from behind a cloud.
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indigo360.bsky.social
... the wind in the trees, the sound of the storm
etch this October night into my bones...
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morrowind-txt.bsky.social
I haven't heard that name in years... I have many fond memories of her, but I don't know where she is now.
indigo360.bsky.social
Let us know how you like it!
indigo360.bsky.social
😭 😭 so cute 🥹
indigo360.bsky.social
It's bright and colorful especially next to the black coat.
indigo360.bsky.social
Chicago's Vichy collaborator.
indigo360.bsky.social
The pretzels might be thirsty-making!
indigo360.bsky.social
Post a picture sometime 😁
indigo360.bsky.social
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indigo360.bsky.social
Sailors have to get protection from the cold north Atlantic wind!
indigo360.bsky.social
You might have to find a whole new set.
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annaherrington.bsky.social
Surprise first dusting of snow on the hills this morning!
October 13th.
That's early for us... still no frost in valley, though, just a foggy, rainy autumn Monday.
(not a b/w photo, btw 🤍🖤)
Wishing you all a good week!
#mountainlife #mountainmonday #snow #october
View of snow-topped mountain with low-lying clouds below, silhouettes of leaf-covered tree branches on right and below.
indigo360.bsky.social
Mia Farrow and Woody Allen both outlived her ☹️
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jeffvandermeer.bsky.social
This heartfelt and meaningful statement by Portland resident and author Cristina Breshears on another social media platform bears reposting here. I don't think the intent is to idealize Portland but to remind all of us what is important and why. (Posted here with permission.)
For nine nights now, the steady thrum of Black Hawk helicopters has circled over Portland. The sound is constant, invasive; a low mechanical beating above our homes. It’s expensive. It’s intimidating. And it’s unnecessary.

Our protests have been largely peaceful. There is no insurrection here. Yet this federalized military presence makes us feel like we are living in a war zone (the very kind of chaos this administration claims to be protecting us from). 

The irony is painful: it is only this occupation that makes Portland feel unsafe.

Each hour of helicopter flight costs taxpayers between $2,000 and $4,000, depending on crew, fuel, and maintenance. Multiply that by multiple aircraft over multiple nights, and you’re looking at hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of dollars burned into the sky. Meanwhile, the Woodstock Food Pantry at All Saints Episcopal Church — which feeds working families, elders, and people with disabilities — has seen its federal funding slashed by 75%. How can we justify pouring public money into intimidation while cutting aid to those who simply need to eat?

This is waste, fraud, and abuse in plain sight:
* Waste of public resources on military theatrics.
* Fraud in the name of “public safety.”
* Abuse of the communities that federal agencies claim to protect.

Portland is a Sanctuary City. A sanctuary city is not a fortress. It’s a promise — a living vow that a community will protect the dignity and safety of everyone who calls it home. It means that local governments and ordinary people alike will refuse to criminalize survival. That schools, clinics, churches, and shelters will remain safe spaces no matter who you are or where you were born. But the term reaches far beyond policy. It’s an ethic of belonging; a refusal to criminalize need, difference, or desperation. 
Sanctuary isn’t weakness. It’s courage. It takes moral strength to meet suffering with care instead of punishment, to believe that our neighbors’ safety is bound up in our own, to insist that safety is not achieved through force but through community, inclusion, and trust. It is living Matthew 25:40 out loud and in deed. It is an act of moral imagination and moral defiance. To hold sanctuary is to say: you belong here.

When we hold space for the most vulnerable — refugees, the unhoused, the undocumented, the disabled, the working poor, the displaced — we become something larger than a collection of individuals. We become a moral body. We do more than offer charity. We offer witness. We declare that the measure of a nation is found not in its towers or tanks, but in its tenderness.

Sanctuary cities are not lawless; they are soulful. They represent the conscience of the nation, a place where the laws of empathy still apply. To make sanctuary is to affirm that the United States is not merely a geographic territory, but a moral experiment: a republic that must constantly choose between fear and compassion, between domination and democracy. 
A nation’s soul is measured not by the might of its military, but by the mercy of its people. When helicopters circle our skies in the name of order, while food pantries struggle to feed the hungry, we are forced to ask: What are we defending, and from whom? The soul of a nation survives only when we make sanctuary for one another. Not through walls or weapons, but through compassion and collective will. If we allow intimidation to replace compassion, we will have traded our conscience for control.

Please know that despite the hum of war machines overhead, the conscience of our city — whimsical, creative, stubbornly kind — can still be heard.

Portland is not the problem. Portland is the reminder. A reminder that a city can still choose to be sanctuary. That a people can still choose to be human.
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sketchesbyboze.bsky.social
Saw someone say, “Stop hoarding books, we don’t need paper books anyway” and I can’t express how misguided this is. Online libraries disappear, digital books can be altered, and with Big Tech seeking to destroy history and literacy, print media has never been more essential.
indigo360.bsky.social
... the wind in the trees, the sound of the storm
etch this October night into my bones...
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standingmountain.bsky.social
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