Shooting Stars… Each Radiant stream Ebbs Disintegrating Into stardust, beautiful in death Passing Into oblivion Temporarily Dazzling Yielding
~kat
You need to be in the right place at the precise right time to catch a glimpse of the final moments of distant ancient stars. Seeing a shooting star is serendipitous…my favorite word in response to this WordPress prompt. I love the sound of the word almost as much as I love its meaning.
Serendipity is the phenomenon of making fortunate and unexpected discoveries by chance, rather than by planning or searching for them.It’s the experience of finding something pleasant or valuable when you weren’t even looking for it, like a happy accident or a lucky coincidence. (AI definition)
Much love, peace, and serendipitous glimmers to you…
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Here are a few of those serendipitous moments from today…
past grievances haunt me like unwelcome guests that I thought I’d buried long ago stirring raw emotions and words left unsaid it was time… finally time to heal
~kat
Spend time reminiscing with family and it’s bound to stir up all manner of ghosts from the past. Some memories are wonderful, and some not so. Our heart and mind decides when it’s time to dig up long-buried grievances, and then we have a choice. Shove it back into the grave we sealed it in decades ago, or give it voice, let it air, once and for all address the thing that has been gnawing away pieces of your heart even if, especially if you didn’t remember or realize it was there.
Well that happened. And it was okay. No longer buried to fester in my subconscious, the healing can begin. This is the beauty and fierce connection of family, of shared blood and DNA. When I say it has been a good visit with my sister it has been all this and more.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of healing to you.
~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
As for glimmers, I’ll leave you with this little guy…
Mr. Toad of the Bramlett Mountain Foothills, Messenger of Coming Rain and Emotional and Spiritual Communication…and Healing…fancy that!✨💚✨
when did the sounds of dusk become noise, an excruciating background din, a dot, dot, dot, no exclamation point, not even a period to bring some sort of closure to the drama of days that never end, rousing me once again at 3 am as if the wee hours could hold some semblance of sanity, surrounded by soft breathing and cat purrs and the unsettling disquietness of my brain trying to make sense of the senseless…insomnia… like a damned thief in the night delights in the daytime exhaustion it creates, no rest for the weary as another dusk with no answers creeps in, a symphony of crickets
~kat
My sister is here on an extended holiday, and it has been lovely, truly, to have her here. As we have for decades, we live on separate coasts, she on the western shore of the Pacific and me in the East in an Atlantic bordering state. Our worlds couldn’t be more different. And yet there is a comfort in having her so close; to connecting with the only person in the world who shares the experience of our formative years. It’s a gift that I have only recently come to appreciate.
She helped me feed the deer last evening, delighting in them as they emerge from the wood’s edge. It was wonderful experiencing what has become a daily commonplace thing through her eyes. But what most took me by surprise was her stunned amazement upon hearing the night sounds of the woods when we arrived home from the airport late at night. It’s a sound that I hardly notice. What a gift it has been to be reminded of how wonderful this place is. Home.
Today’s glimmer is a feeling and a wish that you too might have the opportunity to recognize and bring into focus once again the lovely blessings that surround you.
Silly me…I forgot how amazing the sound of crickets on a clear moonlit, starry night is, until I joined my sister’s astonished delight as I spent several magical moments with her in my driveway.
It’s been a rough week, but a sweet ending to it. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
Loading up the hummingbird feeders one last time in 2025.
red-throated hummingbird migration
one last sweet nectar feast before fledglings and seasoned fluttering flyers take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct due south to winter in the Panamanian tropics along the Gulf of Mexico until the spring when they return to nest
~kat
The long hot days of summer seemed endless when we were in the thick of it, wilting in the heat and humidity day after sweltering day. And then, just like clockwork, the days grew shorter, the air snapped crisp and cool, and the trees turned from green to shades of gold, red, and amber. Just like that the hummingbirds drained my nectar feeders in a feeding frenzy to fatten themselves up before heading south.
I will miss them. They’re happy chirping outside the window while I work. But winter is coming. And winter is no place for a delicate hummingbird to be. As sure as their radar directs them to the tropics, I rest in the assurance that they will return come spring, like they do every year…like clockwork.
I wonder what it is like to trust one’s instinct so doggedly that taking a thousand mile trip into the unknown known is just the annual thing one does when the temperature drops. I wonder if I have instinctual, intuitive capacity hidden somewhere inside me. I wonder if I surrendered to it, trusted and had faith enough that I would at long last find my way to nirvana or utopia, or whatever destination it is that we all seem to be driving toward. Somewhere along the way from birth to these many decades later, I’ve forgotten how to fly. The truth is, I have forgotten I have wings. How grateful I am for the lessons of my little friends. In fact I feel a little flutter in my heart just thinking of it!
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
not gonna brag…but…
words are meaningless so instead of telling me show me who you are
~kat
It’s been a while since I took a snapshot of my little African Violet. She’s doing well in the window facing morning sun. And she is the perfect example for my little poem in response to today’s prompt. She doesn’t need to brag about blooming. She just blooms.
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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