cool mist settles at dusk, the amber sun sinks low, sweetness fills the air as a phoebe feeds nestlings and a doe strolls, fawn in tow
~kat
Sometimes days are just perfect. Today was one of those days. Got some positive news at work, and happened upon several new little families. The woods were bursting with life events while we were away. A phoebe family hatched their brood, and several deer had young. I saw several doe with young while driving to the store. A set of twin fawns, and two singletons with their doting mamas. This evening I was visited by one of the does that frequents my feeders. She watched me from the brush for several minutes before deciding I was safe. I was trusted to meet her fawn. And this time I did happen to have my phone on me and caught my visitors in photos. I hope this post finds you well. Enjoy the glimmers below. I’m such a sucker for a babies of any species!
off the preplanned path a detour may reveal the wondrous unknown
~kat
I depend heavily on my car’s GPS to get me to my destinations. Most of the time I get where I am going with no issue. Other times, like today, the system has a hiccup. I knew that I needed to head north to reach the final part of the route, but the determined voice from my dashboard insisted I go south.
I went north, which sent the computer into a bossy tirade. She, ( I have mine set with a female voice with a British accent ) demanded I make a U-turn and head south at the next 7 crossroads. And I kept ignoring her until the GPS realized I was right, recalibrated itself and finally got back on track. As we neared the final leg of the trip, I got an important phone call. I missed my exit.
I was happy this time to be admonished by that familiar voice and ready to comply. There was an exit in four and a half miles, but as I would discover no reentry ramp. I refused to concede that I was lost. Eventually GPS directed me to take a scenic route…a narrow county road that weaved past farms and deeper into a tree-lined road. I hoped at least this time she wasn’t confusing her north from her south! Retracing 5 miles in unfamiliar places can be unsettling, but I was reassured when my destination icon appeared on the screen as we moved closer and closer.
As I emerged from the woods I found myself entering the main road of my daughter’s subdivision, just one block away from her house! You might think at this point in my story I heaved a huge sigh of relief. I didn’t. Not then. What took my breath away and caused me to pause…to breathe, was back amidst the trees. It was so beautiful! I took a photo with the intention of sharing it with you.
Wrong turns, detours, resets, and trusting one’s gut can sometimes develop into something wonderful. Next time you find yourself off the path, don’t jump to the “L” word (as in “lost”) too quickly. Take a breath and give the universe a moment to show you where you are, and what you could have missed by following directions to the letter. You might be pleasantly surprised, like I was today.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. And happy travels to you! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
for a brief window inside a bubble of joy we celebrated the creation of a new family, rejoicing in the “I do’s”, we danced, and we ate cake, embraced by family bonds of love
meanwhile, just down the mountain in the shadow of love the aspirations of hate unfolded on brutal display in the name of law and order - beautiful families targeted, laws broken, not by the people, but by an unlawful government that seeks to erase anything “other”, to assuage the fragile ego of a deeply flawed, little man
it did not go unnoticed by me as I watched people peacefully assembling to say “no more”, “not in our name”, not in my name two worlds, a fault line divided, love, joy, peace vs. hate, cruelty, fear i was there when it happened, and now I am home declaring I will always choose love I will always side with truth and justice…true justice
it was a beautiful brief bubble a wedding, family, celebration but bubbles burst and when they do, we wake up may we remember love prevails love will always prevail
~kat
✨✨💚✨✨Wedding weekend commences!✨✨💚💚✨✨We danced!We ate cake!…finally back home I am all the more determined to advocate for love…in our much troubled world ✨✨💚💚✨✨
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you always choose love…and kindness!
Glimmer 152: Found at our home away from home…An Old World Rock Pigeon feather. AKA a Homing pigeon. Fun facts: The rock Pigeon is a wild ancestor of all domestic and feral pigeons, inhabiting coasts, cliffs, and caves. Pairs nest in rock crevices, often mating for life. They are known for their ability to fly very long distances to return to their homes, navigating using the sun’s position and the earth’s magnetic fields. Thanks to this ability, pigeons were used as messengers, particularly during World Wars I and II. I believe this little left behind messenger’s note has a message for me too. ✨💚✨
travel bliss
five hours in flight at thirty-two thousand feet… clouds obscure chaos
trusk trending
~kat
Hello my creative friends. Rest assured I am still here. I have been traveling…a lot. On Tuesday by car, 10 hours round trip, to bring Gabby to my daughter’s for safekeeping while we are away.
So happy to be here as long as the belly rubs keep coming…Missing mom…I’ll be here thanks…😢Vacation is not so bad…actually I’m enjoying this…Settling in…keeping my human sister company while she works…just like I do with mom…(Does my heart good to know that Gabby is well cared for while we’re away) 💚 ( glimmers 153-154)
On Wednesday, 4 hours by car, 2 hours by check in and TSA with my wife in a wheelchair and 5 hours in air to cross country, 2,483 miles to be exact, give or take, to attend my niece’s wedding.
On Thursday, I crashed, personally, not the plane of course, though it was an unusually bumpy flight. 😳 I needed a day to recover. I am an old lady by some folk’s standards. One year shy of 70 as of Monday (you can do the math) and me wondering how I can keep this pace up. Working full time, caring for a partner with a debilitating disability, managing a household…
It’s an interesting type of imposter syndrome. Feeling young of mind and heart only to be reminded by my body when I push it too far. Today we will be tasked with dipping pretzels in white chocolate, sprinkling them with burgundy colored sugar sprinkles. I’m told by my sister that the sprinkles match the groom’s shirt color. We are honored to be assigned such an important task! 🥰
Tomorrow is the wedding. I’ll send some glimmers, of which I’m sure there will be many. Then on Sunday…a day on the road, a red eye flight back home arriving Monday morning…a four hour car trip, a recovery nap and Tuesday a road trip to fetch Gabby who is currently being spoiled by my daughter as you saw above. Then Wednesday back to work and routine. I could say, I’m too old for this shit, but I won’t. I am just so happy and grateful to be here, alive and well enough to still experience the blessings of this blip of a life. I’m dropping a few glimmers for you here to make up for my absence. Be back to it soon!
Glimmer 155…today’s harvest of hearts…to add to my growing collection, ready to be gifted to a friend or stranger as the universe nudges me. Blessings abound!
Some additional poetic offerings…and a new form…the Pi-Ku! Who knew!!! A 3-1-4 haiku style poem. Love it!
3.1415926535 (a pi archimedes poem)
trUsk trending
sad when egos clash sick when bro’s lose the love a popcorn popped reality show gone mad on the world stage proof our president is a fool surrounded by fools
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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