past grievances haunt me like unwelcome guests that I thought I’d buried long ago stirring raw emotions and words left unsaid it was time… finally time to heal
~kat
Spend time reminiscing with family and it’s bound to stir up all manner of ghosts from the past. Some memories are wonderful, and some not so. Our heart and mind decides when it’s time to dig up long-buried grievances, and then we have a choice. Shove it back into the grave we sealed it in decades ago, or give it voice, let it air, once and for all address the thing that has been gnawing away pieces of your heart even if, especially if you didn’t remember or realize it was there.
Well that happened. And it was okay. No longer buried to fester in my subconscious, the healing can begin. This is the beauty and fierce connection of family, of shared blood and DNA. When I say it has been a good visit with my sister it has been all this and more.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of healing to you.
~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
As for glimmers, I’ll leave you with this little guy…
Mr. Toad of the Bramlett Mountain Foothills, Messenger of Coming Rain and Emotional and Spiritual Communication…and Healing…fancy that!✨💚✨
a time to harvest…to let go words are meaningless take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct set the air afire with diversion a legacy left to survivors like a damned thief in the night
~kat
I said it in an earlier post…last week was rough for so many, for so many different reasons. When things are moving so fast it is disorienting. That seems to be the point. Leadership at various levels have failed us. We have failed ourselves by failing to hold them accountable.
Once upon a time we aspired to be a government of, by, and for the people. Public service was a cherished, respectable calling. I pray every day that we will pass this current season’s challenge, and come out on the other side. Our nation has weathered many challenges in its short history, and I trust we will make it through this time too. What a privilege it is to hold onto hope for everything we could be.
when did the sounds of dusk become noise, an excruciating background din, a dot, dot, dot, no exclamation point, not even a period to bring some sort of closure to the drama of days that never end, rousing me once again at 3 am as if the wee hours could hold some semblance of sanity, surrounded by soft breathing and cat purrs and the unsettling disquietness of my brain trying to make sense of the senseless…insomnia… like a damned thief in the night delights in the daytime exhaustion it creates, no rest for the weary as another dusk with no answers creeps in, a symphony of crickets
~kat
My sister is here on an extended holiday, and it has been lovely, truly, to have her here. As we have for decades, we live on separate coasts, she on the western shore of the Pacific and me in the East in an Atlantic bordering state. Our worlds couldn’t be more different. And yet there is a comfort in having her so close; to connecting with the only person in the world who shares the experience of our formative years. It’s a gift that I have only recently come to appreciate.
She helped me feed the deer last evening, delighting in them as they emerge from the wood’s edge. It was wonderful experiencing what has become a daily commonplace thing through her eyes. But what most took me by surprise was her stunned amazement upon hearing the night sounds of the woods when we arrived home from the airport late at night. It’s a sound that I hardly notice. What a gift it has been to be reminded of how wonderful this place is. Home.
Today’s glimmer is a feeling and a wish that you too might have the opportunity to recognize and bring into focus once again the lovely blessings that surround you.
Silly me…I forgot how amazing the sound of crickets on a clear moonlit, starry night is, until I joined my sister’s astonished delight as I spent several magical moments with her in my driveway.
It’s been a rough week, but a sweet ending to it. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
they got him justice will be served swift and cold as the rush to opposite camps widens the chasm that is breaking us into us and them good radicalism vs bad the long arm of the law applied only to non-loyalists and our nation’s leader fomenting hate for non-cult members on faux news… they got him for the senseless death of yet another victim in the growing number of those who have become martyrs to a culture of unregulated militias a legacy left to survivors to sort out if they hope to have a future I used to hope for the future now I’m good if I live to see another day that is enough even if it’s not
~kat
I have been struggling this week. No one…no one should die an untimely death at the hands of an assassin with a gun. Not Charlie, not Fletcher and Harper, not Melissa and Mark and their beloved dog Gilbert, to name those recently added to the list of casualties from gun violence in this country. It is heartbreaking.
But what is even more disturbing is the way that these events are dividing us. There is an all or nothing test being applied in this most recent tragedy. People of all persuasions are being pressured to join the posthumous edification of this person, who in life wanted LGBTQ people executed, stated that people of color were inferior, that women should not be allowed to vote, or have autonomy over their own body, and most deplorable, that a few deaths a year from gun violence was a “fair deal” to ensure 2nd amendment rights for all people over the age of 18. No flags at half staff for children gunned down, no medals of freedom proposed for congress members who are not maga, who were gunned down in their homes. But for this guy, because he helped win DT an election, and was friends with JR and JD, we should all come together in unity to honor his life. I feel terrible for his family, his wife and young kids, but I can’t, I won’t feed the narrative that he was a great patriot and a hero. He was not.
So this where we are. Gone are the days when we could be civil with each other, listen, and debate, and even learn from each other. There is only one approved way to be and believe these days. And if you‘re not on board, you’re out, the enemy, evil…I’ll spare you all the descriptors.
If I am an enemy, then may I be opposed to hate, to cruelty, to misogyny, to racism, to dictatorships, to white supremacy, to monsters who prey on women and girls, to liars, grifters, and pro birthers who don’t give a damn for children once they are born. There is more, but I’m weary of this coup. And we’re it even a full year into this nightmare.
I started the year with the intention of sharing glimmers with you every day. While I was writing this…I was visited by a pair of deer…and a few hummingbirds too (though they were too fast for me to catch a snapshot)! Nature and life moments never fail me.
the bloodied ground was ripe with asinine assumptions… while back to school slaughtering overshadowed by martyrdom set the air afire with diversion
but the list exists alive and well with tales to tell
~kat
In times like these, brevity is the safest way to respond to the absurdity. It’s tempting to join the cacophony of speculation…but it is prudent to refrain from adding to the noise.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. (today’s glimmers are the moments I remember to breathe)
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