At this precise moment the message was clear, beautiful, grounding, inspiring. As I took my evening walk to finish up chores before the night set in, the horizon prompted me to pause…all is well. No promise of the future. No rehashing of the past. None of that mattered in that moment because in that moment wrapped in the glow of dusk I felt safe, protected, and seen by the universe.
I snapped a photo to remember that even when life feels scary, challenging, and unpredictable there are always moments like these ready to embrace me. Moments that allow me to catch my breath…to pause…to breathe.
Much love, peace, and glimmering moments that give you pause…
I have been swept up in the cacophony of life this week. It caught up to me in the middle of the night. And so I thought, this is a perfect time to write. To catch up the missed days when glimmers were hard to come by. With dawn soon emerging and my head a bit clearer I hope to find ground again. Until then…there’s this…
day 311
it’s the noise, overwhelming, never ending, louder, louder incessant, that rouses me at three am, dreamless nightmares where the edge looms ever close, the abyss whispering
day 312 it’s the dawn that rescues me, light shimmering in the distance just beyond, promising hope enough to keep me in the game survival, my motivation, insanity encroaching
day 313 how does sand not lose itself into the depths when the tide swells or flowers, tenderly bloom, never fading, when the rains come, even stars glimmer more brightly before fading into dust
day 314 when the end is clearly not clear and the path fades when the noise becomes too much, and the tide swells, be like sand shards, the flowers, and fading stars, hold on til dawn, where hope waits
mindfulness . a single moment is like a safety net, a deep, slow breath in held, until my full lungs beg to burst stopping time, shutting out chaos, calm sets in… it’s okay…exhale
a system that moves on from oops as the walls came tumbling down you’ve made it this far we don’t know what we don’t know naked in the snow on the cusp we’ll tip our warm cups for being different a call to surrender there is too much of it with nothing…to do
~kat
Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.
Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)
We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant.
On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go!
impatient . it’s a cruel thing… time… especially when there is too much of it with nothing to do but rest…and heal…and rest i like staying busy surviving healing is a beast
~kat
I’m a terrible patient. But, I’m learning. It’s hard for me to wind down. To give my body the restorative rest that it needs after having had a spot of cancer removed from my head earlier this week. It was just a tiny blip, but left to its own devices would not have played nice. So, it had to go. Just a wee scoop, a centimeter or so deep and the width of a dime, and I was rendered cancer free. It may be my age, but this procedure kicked my butt in the aftermath. Once the numbing agent wore off, my scalp grew very angry (if you know what I mean…OUCH!) It’s taken a few days to feel human again. I’m sure I’ll be relieved when Monday comes and I slip back into my usual routine. But I am finding, with each sideline to my full-steam ahead life, I grow a little wiser to what is most important. And I emerge even more grateful for the simple blessings in my life.
I hope the world is treating you well…but if not, and if circumstances dictate and allow, don’t resist taking a break from it all. As you surrender your must do, gotta-get-done mindset, you might just be surprised at what’s waiting there on the sidelines. It’s good. I promise. And, you deserve it.
Much love, peace, and healing glimmers to you.
~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
With a wintry mix forecasted a few days from now, I set up my peanut station in the back yard hoping to lure the crows back (I’m afraid they still think I murdered their friend and as you know crows are practiced grudge-holders!),but have been delighted that a few of the young squirrels we released are now enjoying the peanuts I provide. Here’s your glimmer for today…our squirrel friends saying hi as they partake of the nut-fet!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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