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day 318

another autumn

the autumn winds, swift and fierce
raze the forest leaves from limb
like seasons past, played their part
trees pruned, as winter begins

summer’s leaf-dressed canopy
shade from sun and camouflage
now reveal a clearer view
a hidden treasure-like mirage

nests tucked in the highest nooks
forest floor, its paths obscured
leaf-covered in amber-gold
souls of trees laid bare and pure

soon winter with frosty breath,
snow will turn the foothills white
autumn gently tucks us in
to sleep through wintery nights

~kat

I love autumn! The colors, the smells, bonfires, hot apple cider. It passes so quickly leaving us with trees stripped bare. And I must admit, I love winter trees too. To me, they are symbols of letting go, reminding me shedding what no longer serves me does not mean I have to rush to get on with whatever is next. The trees this time of year show me how to stop, to reflect, and to hope in the spring. As we enter this dark season when the nights are long may we learn to rest. After a long year may we settle into warmth of home, of family and friends, and remember what is most important.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 315

a moment

glimmering
glimpse of the heavens
all is well

~kat

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…

~kat

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day 309~a ReVerse Poem

in the aftermath
a ReVerse Poem

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! 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

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day 308

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!


day 307

Autumn Fading in the Foothills…a Call to Let Go
~ kat 2025

the trees know
.
the
true tyranny
of
this season requires
letting go as the nights grow colder,
darker,
a call to surrender
to weather winter
purified,
stripped of vanity

~kat

How easy it is to lose one’s soul to smugness. A few clean sweep victories for the blue team and it takes every ounce of decorum I can muster to keep myself from gloating. From wanting to poke those I know of maga persuasion to remind them that they are on the wrong side of history on this. Fortunately, it is a battle played out only in my monkey brain. I’ve lived long enough to know how fragile opinions and long held beliefs can be. Misguided though they may be, there is nothing I can say to sway the status quo. So I just let it go, remember to be kind and practice silence in mixed company. It’s not a hill I am willing to die on.

But that does mean I don’t care, or that I don’t do everything I can to right the destructive direction we’re on. Democracy still matters. It’s worth protecting and fighting for. So I voted. With millions of others, and this time we won. It’s a small glimmer of hope. The encouragement I needed to keep going. Gloating doesn’t serve anyone. But edging us a wee bit closer to the perfect union we aspire to where all people are free, cared for, and treated with respect and compassion. I know. It’s a lofty goal. But at least for today democracy showed signs of life, and we the people found our voice.

I know it’s not over. We have a long way to go before we eradicate the hate and greed that has overtaken so many. By letting go of my need to be right, by being kind, I just may spread a little light. That is my hope for us all. To hang on until dawn after this dark long night of the soul of our nation.

much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨