universal secrets
they surround me
ghosts of those who
linger here, though eternity
called their name long ago
their voices soft on the breeze
so we may remember how to heal
~kat
Sometimes there is nothing to say. and rather than force some words to fill the void, I embrace the beauty around me and listen to the wind. There is no better place to be (imho of course!)😉
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
there’s always tomorrow
look to tomorrow
for new possibilities
when today feels lost
~kat
Today was one of those days that did not go as planned. We never saw the plot twist coming. As disappointing as it was and still is, as we try to make sense of things while adjusting our future plans, I’m reminded that expectations rarely guarantee success or satisfaction. In fact, hanging one’s hope on expectations is a vicarious way to move through life. It’s a recipe for disappointment. There are no guarantees in this life, and generally, there is no straight path from “A” to “B”.
But occasionally there are glimmers of
hope to be found on the detours. Sometimes we may find ourselves in a better place without exerting him. It it wise to practice flexibility and open to the possibilities that plot twists can bring.
Go gently my friends and remember, tomorrow is another day!
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat
the ash tree
I didn’t realize in autumn
when the leaves of summer
were dancing on the wind,
that this would be her last
fall and winter, her limbs left
exposed to bear the bitter cold,
I wonder now if she had already
left before the first frost,
for I had only known her
a few years, when her once lush
raiment had already thinned…
I never rested in her shade
on hot, sunny summer days
never saw her in full bloom,
memories of nested fledglings
taking first flights, learning
to bend with the fiercest of tempests
were things I could only imagine,
her bones exposed now against
a beautiful sea of green, even now
the crows and mourning doves
perch on her brittle limbs
surveying the landscape and me…
how is it possible to miss someone
you never truly knew, and yet I do
how I wish I had known you old tree,
in the spring…
~kat
Another bittersweet day. We need to call a tree service to take this ash tree down. Her fragile condition threatens our vehicles and home should a strong wind overtake her. I’ve watched her slow decline since we moved here a few years ago. I knew it was just a matter of time. But I was not ready for it to be this year. She was a special tree. Recently I noticed this heart-shape hollowed out in the bark on her trunk…a parting goodbye I imagine and a gentle acknowledgement of my admiration for her. It’s as if she showed me her heart.
I am learning as I age the art of letting go…and I am grateful for the grace of these lessons. I think it may actually be a blessing. When my time comes I hope to slip away as gently as my friend, the ash tree.
Now there’s a glimmer for you.
Much love, peace, and gentle glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
beneath the white oak tree
to live in harmony
with nature, let the wind
breathe life into your soul
feel its purity deeply and
rest in the ancient knowing
that you are one
with everything you see
~kat
It was a beautiful spring morning here in my little spot on the planet. The trees have filled out and green in various shades has blossomed into a beautiful canopy. While it is lovely to take it all in, it’s good to be reminded that we are not just spectators but a part of all we see in the natural world. When I consider this fact it makes perfect sense to tread lightly on the planet, to conserve its resources and to take care of the earth just as she takes care of us.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Oh…and this guy? He’s my old cousin Tom, several times removed, of course! But family nonetheless…can you see the resemblance?! 🤣
aftermath
fresh from disaster
recovery underway
voices pierce the wind
the air feels strange, heavy
death stopped by to fetch a soul
dining at dusk
fat-bellied does flock
grazing, with yearlings in tow
spring fawns on the way
~kat
Two poems today. It was a strange evening after i signed off from work. My dog Gabby naps next to me most of the day, but the sound of my laptop shutting can rouse her from the deepest sleep. She knows it’s time for a walk around the property. I feed the crows. A few peanuts, toss a bucket full of feed corn to the deer and turkeys, and then tend the various feeders. Tonight was not routine. There were emergency vehicles on the road not far from my driveway. We live on a curve in the road. Someone likely took the curve woo quickly and rolled their car in a nearby pasture. There was an ambulance but no urgency. It is very likely that the passenger(s) did not survive. When death comes near, the air changes; at least for me it does. Such a sad end to the day.
And then came the birds and the deer to partake of the snacks I had left for them. The deer seemed particularly joyful. Running around, the young ones playing with each other. The doe are growing fat around the middle. Fawn season is a month or less away. I watched them for several minutes and picture them here. Seeing them was just what I needed…a reminder that life goes on, even in the aftermath of death. A glimmer…🥰
It’s not everyday that the extremes of life and death hover so closely. But it helped me to realize how important it is to find balance between the extremes. Let’s meet in the middle, shall we?!
much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat
like mercury colliding... 