Category Archives: 2025

day 356

Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

game night

a good round or several of
“Cards Against Humanity”
with rowdy friends always
generates laughter…the tears
running down our red faces, side-
aching, breathless kind…it’s good
medicine in times like these
where everything is scary and
deadly serious, and where there is
no reason to laugh ever, sometimes
being irreverently silly, grossly
inappropriate, and absurd is just
the ticket, a guilty pleasure
to help me forget the world
for and hour or two…your turn

~kat

There are other things, of course that I consider playtime. Coloring in new coloring books with a fresh box of crayola crayons with my grandkids. Only Crayola crayons will do…if you know, you know.

Trying new recipes, baking things, anything. It is playtime for me. It is something I look forward to doing over the weekend and holidays.

And several electronic games. I like strategy games that require a certain amount of skill. Not necessarily sim type games.

And finally certain crafting and art projects. It is rare for me to have time to devote to creative play that is not writing. Writing is a non-negotiable must in my life. It keeps me sane.

It occurred to me that I am rather boring. Which is most likely why an occasional game of “cards” was first on my list!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Today’s glimmer…I made a tray of pecan pie bark or crack (as it is called). It has a graham cracker base topped with a homemade pecan toffee layer, baked until bubbly and then cooled before cracking the entire pan into bits. I love to bake. And today I sent a bag of these sweets to the lovely team who works at the wildlife rescue center. That’s the best part about baking…sharing!

Pecan Pie Bark … first new recipe of 2026.
It’s a keeper!


day 355

we made it
.
dawn
of the new year
bright
with potential
not forgetting the past, but hoping for
redress
of wrongs committed by
cruel hate-mongers…
a new path
forged by what is true,
compassionate, kind-hearted…
where everyone is safe, fed, and loved,
it’s not much
to ask
it’s just right

~kat

A glimmer to inspire you on this first day of 2026. Remember that poor little neglected plant I found in the garage a few days ago? This is “Harriett” on the first day of the new year. (Yes, I decided to name her). She is seizing the day.


day 354 ~ New Year’s Eve

winter deer
.
oh
to hold the pure
gaze
of a winter doe
ancient faerie soul, hooves in this world
as well
as beyond the veil
messenger of grace
heavenly
guide, symbol of hope,
rebirth, and gentleness…
deep, dark eyes that invite you to trust
your heart and intuition
through one year’s portal into the next
may beauty
and hope
sustain you

~kat

Much love, peace, and glimmers and the happiest and most hope-filled new year to you!
✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

(Syllable count per line based on this pi number sequence: 3.14159265358979323)


day 353

This was the sky early this morning, and today’s glimmer. Sometimes a glimmer takes my breath. Just a few days to go before we bid farewell to 2025. I shall not miss this year…not one bit.
high wind advisory 

winter winds howl rattling the roof
shaking tree limbs to breaking
tearing a path through moonlit clouds
tomorrow we’ll assess the damage
in the stark light of dawn, but tonight
we’ll lose ourselves to dreams
cool whispers tossing our hair
while tickling our ears with nothing sweet

~kat

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 352

promises
.
they
tell colorful
lies
using sleight of hand
to dazzle the gullible…look here
look there
where the gaslight flashes
dulling blind eyes who
fear darkness
looming from others
of diminished humanity…
follow us, they say, you’re not like them
we promise to protect you
it’s going to be great…the greatest
they followed,
poor fools,
to their death

~kat

(Syllable count based on this pi sequence: 3.14159265358979323)

I don’t know any other way to deal with the erosion of the freedom and liberty, but to write about it. Sometimes in cryptic poetry, sometimes here where I spill my thoughts, the stories behind the poems. And finally to share a glimmer or two to help us hold on to the light. It often feels futile. But I also know that writing and celebrating glimmers has sustained me this far. As I prepare for year two of this nightmare…I have to believe it is enough to do what I can do. If we all contributed our little efforts, imagine what we could accomplish! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! Remember to be kind. 

~kat

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And now for today’s glimmer…it’s a good one. I was cleaning out the garage and discovered a pot of dry crusty soil with these determined vibrant hyacinth clusters bursting through the cracks in the dirt. Dry as a bone I was astonished to see that they were so vibrant and green, and oh so fragrant! If that doesn’t inspire you to keep going, to reach for the light, then I don’t k ow what will. Of course I intervened…resettled the dust soil around them, nestled them in and gave them a good watering. They are now in a wonderful spot under our inside grow lamp. I can’t wait to see what they become with a little TLC! So I’ll just leave this here for you.