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day 134

late afternoon after the rain ~kat
multiple musings

shadows stretch softly
through the trees heavy with leaves
many shades of green

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when the sun returns
after days of drenching rain
we forget the grey

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I whispered a wish
to the emptiness of night
that stars might hear me
tossed coins into still fountains
hoping for more than ripples

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you might have noticed
something is amiss these days
check in with your heart

~kat

A few haiku and a tanka…streams of subconsciousness…a meandering sort of day. A little work, a little play. And the sun has finally made an appearance after days of heavy rain. The ground is damp…well, moist if you must know. And all seems peaceful and right in my little patch of green.

I had a conversation with a squirrel today. He very much likes the table I set for him. I didn’t mention that the feeders he’s feasting from are for the birds! I just smile and nod and tell him how happy I am he likes sunflower seeds.

Note to Self: I must tuck this feeling away for a rainy day…or the end of democracy…I am sure I’ll need this glimmer in my back pocket to get me through whatever comes next.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you.

~kat

And before I close, a snapshot of my little friend who agreed to pose for me. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Mr. Squirrel, resident of Bramlett Mountain. ~kat

day 133


A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth

sheltered from the rain
a moth perched under the eaves
‘twas a moist owlet!

~kat 😄

I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.

It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants. 

Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again!  Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha

Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 132

moist

the quiet murmur
of warm rain falling softly
boughs heavy hang low
berries swelling on the vine
wild earth blushed in deep green

~kat

Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!

We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!

Much love, peace, and moist glimmers to you! 💦😉💦

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


A Tanka poem using Magnetic Poetry Online ~ Nature Kit


day 128

the navigator

she tells us where to go
how to get there actually
what did we do before her?

we were intrepid passengers
wrestling with atlas or
folded sheets of triple A routes
that took us from home
to the world and back…

starting route…
her familiar voice breaks
through my pop rock playlists
and…we’re on our way
set to arrive in 2 hours, 14 minutes
unless…life interrupts, construction,
fellow travelers’ journeys cut short,
a one-lane detour around fresh carnage
stretching our necks to see if
there is blood, grateful to have left
a few minutes later than we had planned
turn left at the next light in 200 feet…
turn left, turn left, TURN LEFT…
recalculating route…make a u-turn
then turn right at the next light…


whatever did we do…how did we ever
find our way, I muse to myself
parked on the side of the road…
I think we broke her,
clearly she did not intend
for us to cross through this cornfield…

the sun sits midway in the eastern sky…
we need to head north…
at next intersection let’s take a right,
scenic route starting…we might
arrive a bit later than planned
but we’ll get there, as the crow flies

~kat

I often think about life before tech. The tools of our simple lives did not require 24/7 attention. We had phones of course. Simple land lines, not smartphones that connected us via satellite to the world. If I wanted to learn about sea turtles, I would go to the library. Travel was an adventure. We learned to read maps. Verbal directions included street names and landmarks to get us to our destination. We learned how to tell time by looking at the face of a clock, how to tie our shoes, phonics and how to read and write using a pen and paper. When we paid for things we used actual money And television shows were in grainy black and white, with three channels that ended at midnight with the Star-Spangled Banner playing until the screen faded to black. The good old days some call it. Different from today to be sure.

These days we are tuned in, plugged in, and online day and night. Convenient, I suppose. Intrusive, definitely. But I have to say, I feel fortunate for my youth and the 20th century survival skills I learned. Next power outage I’ll be here if you need me. I know stuff! 😄

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

Today’s glimmer? A lovely new pope as of yesterday. While I am no longer a practicing Catholic, I do appreciate the character attributes that Leo XIV brings to this broken world. I think they picked a good one!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 127

the girl in the mirror

she is still here
the girl from yesterday
whispering in my ear
do you remember me?
it’s not over yet, so live
the life you dreamt of

~kat

I know I have neglected her over the years, while existing in survival mode. Raising children, working long hours, taking care of others…This has been my life for the past several years.

But lately she has been more persistent reminding me why I’m still here. I do have a purpose. And those forgetful, crazy, busy years were not wasted. But clearly as I get older it is time to revisit some of those dreams. They are still a part of me. There is still time and nothing to lose. And a dare to myself to go for it!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Dare to dream!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨