Monthly Archives: May 2025

day 150

the trees know best

a storm
most certainly
is coming
the rushing wind
the darkening skies
the undersides
of tree leaves showing
air thick and wet
growing wetter
grab an umbrella
maybe a sweater
the weather man said
sunny weather
but I have something
even better…nature
always lets me know
and the trees…
they told me so

~kat

I am on the mend. As much as I love living in the middle of the woods, I am highly allergic. As am I to cats, I have three. I may even be allergic to laundry though I force myself to do it regularly enough…and even better, to actually fold and put it away. They have medication for all of these things (well maybe not for laundry), which I take so that can tolerate the closeness of these things I love, the trees and cats. And I suppose clothes too, as I am a bit shy when it comes to being naked in public! it’s not a pretty sight I assure you! Consider it my gift to humanity that I keep private what’s meant to be kept! 

Tolerance is a willful thing isn’t it? We choose to be tolerant. We make concessions for those things that press us to tolerate them. It worries me that humanity is being pressured more and more to tolerate things that used to be non-negotiable in a civil society. Things like cruelty, lies, hate, lawlessness, bullying, intimidation, bigotry, misogyny…goodness that’s a long list (there is likely more…I know there’s more and much of it not good 😟).

I have made concessions to live peacefully with my dander and pollen laden loves. Tolerance is a choice after all. I need to remind myself that I do not need to tolerate anything that is the opposite of love and that it is perfectly fine for me to say so, even if it’s scary. Maybe my saying it might even help someone else feel a little less afraid to say it too.

anyhow…it’s gonna rain soon. The trees told me so. I love them even if they do make me sneeze!

much love, peace, and glimmers to you. And remember, you get to choose. When given the chance I hope you choose love!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
(today’s glimmer? Why, the underside of tree leaves of course. They are dazzling even if it does mean a storm is coming!)


day 149

morning in the foothills…full of grace

Still feeling foul…but I wanted to leave you this glimmer. She’s a beauty isn’t she? ✨💚✨

much love, peace and gentle glimmers to you!

~kat


day 148

there’s gonna be weather…

1-
pressure gently drops,
old knees ache before the storm—
barometer groans

2-
barometers drop—
inciting my knees to sing
sadly, out of tune

3-
storm brews in my bones—
barometer dips, aching
echoes through the rain

Haiku Fun with AI (ChatGPT). 

As I write today’s glimmer post with poem, I am once again feeling a bit under the changing weather. My sinuses do not like barometric changes in the atmosphere, nor do my joints! So I decided to do a simple haiku on the topic. 

And just for fun I asked Chat GPT/AI to write a haiku on the topic: barometers and knee pain. Can you tell me which haiku is AI generated and which is penned by yours truly? 😊 

I have to admit AI is an amazing tool. But don’t worry, you won’t find me deferring to AI to write my poetry. It is the creative process that feeds my soul! In case you’re wondering, my haiku is featured in the artwork below. 

Much love, peace, and authentic glimmers to you!!! 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Did you guess correctly? This was a fun exercise!

day 147

deep breathing

how gently the breeze
weaves through the garden at dawn
roses in the air

~kat

This fellow’s name is Baldwin. He’s an ambassador squirrel who lives at the wildlife rescue nearby. Most of the critters at the rescue are rehabilitated and released back into the wild, But Baldwin’s injuries precluded him from being released. He’s a permanent resident and spends his days delighting school children and event-goers with his super-squirrelly abilities. His latest trick involves finding treats in the drawers of a tiny dresser. Needless to say Baldwin was a pro from the git-go! Good job little guy! You show us how it’s done!

Special thanks to my wife, Traci, who captured this video on her phone. She volunteers once a week at the rescue center.


day 146

late spring rain

some spring rains
are not warm, dazzling
translucent streams
backlit by the sun
gently quenching fragile
flower petals and shallow roots…

some spring rains
are angry tempests
downpours that drench
the sodden earth and
swell the creek beds with
wind-driven shards bearing
remnants of winter that
graze my skin before
settling deep into my bones…

some might say
the grass gets watered
either way, but there is
something to be said
for kinder, gentler deliveries
even if rain is rain is rain

~kat

As you might suspect, today is one of those chilly, rainy days that doesn’t quite know how to act in late spring! To add insult to injury our electricity went out for several hours. I was still able to work using batteries and WiFi hotspots, but a cup of good hot tea was not an option as I tapped away at my keyboard lit only by the gray, muted light streaming through the windows from outside. The lights eventually came back on but my mood by then had dulled. And yet, I found myself pausing at day’s end…feeling grateful that I was still able to work, that I had a roof over my head, that the lights came back on earlier than forecasted. I warmed myself some soup before sitting down to write. 

It’s true rain is rain…even the bone-chilling kind. And as I sipped that savory liquid from my cup I was reminded warmth comes from within as the soup settled in my stomach then radiated out. I took a deep breath and smiled… and just like I realized that today’s glimmer appeared after all! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat