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!
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!
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!
they surround me ghosts of those who linger here, though eternity called their name long ago their voices soft on the breeze so we may remember how to heal
~kat
Sometimes there is nothing to say. and rather than force some words to fill the void, I embrace the beauty around me and listen to the wind. There is no better place to be (imho of course!)😉
I didn’t realize in autumn when the leaves of summer were dancing on the wind, that this would be her last fall and winter, her limbs left exposed to bear the bitter cold, I wonder now if she had already left before the first frost, for I had only known her a few years, when her once lush raiment had already thinned… I never rested in her shade on hot, sunny summer days never saw her in full bloom, memories of nested fledglings taking first flights, learning to bend with the fiercest of tempests were things I could only imagine, her bones exposed now against a beautiful sea of green, even now the crows and mourning doves perch on her brittle limbs surveying the landscape and me… how is it possible to miss someone you never truly knew, and yet I do how I wish I had known you old tree, in the spring…
~kat
Another bittersweet day. We need to call a tree service to take this ash tree down. Her fragile condition threatens our vehicles and home should a strong wind overtake her. I’ve watched her slow decline since we moved here a few years ago. I knew it was just a matter of time. But I was not ready for it to be this year. She was a special tree. Recently I noticed this heart-shape hollowed out in the bark on her trunk…a parting goodbye I imagine and a gentle acknowledgement of my admiration for her. It’s as if she showed me her heart.
I am learning as I age the art of letting go…and I am grateful for the grace of these lessons. I think it may actually be a blessing. When my time comes I hope to slip away as gently as my friend, the ash tree.
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