harvest moon
pink
sky
at dusk
autumn’s cusp
full corn moon eclipsed
a time to harvest…to let go
~kat
I did not stay up late to see the full moon eclipse…but she winked at me in the morning before slipping behind the trees…it was magnificent!
Much love, peace and moon glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
falling
the wild blossoms
are fading softly
every bough grows
less green…leaves
falling gently to earth
oh season of summer ending
teach me how to let go
~kat
Every year during this season of transition I marvel at the grace that is on display. Lessons of accepting change, of gratefulness for a fruitful harvest, and most poignant the older I get, the beauty of letting go. I’ve been letting go for several years now…wishing my children well as they leave home to build lives of their own…losing grandparents, parents and other family members, and now friends to the great unknown,,, escorting many loyal animal companions to the rainbow’s end…downsizing to accessible, manageable housing, to spare my children the burden of disposing of my junk when I’m gone…and all this I believe has softened me for the ultimate letting go. I’d like to believe that all this practice will make it an easy gentle passing. Life lived full in the blink of an eye. But I can’t say I won’t miss being here. Every scrumptious, magnificently beautiful moment has been a privilege, causing me these days to savor every bit of it!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Enjoy the ride!
~kat
red sun at dusk
fires in the north
rage on, turning the sun red
smoke knows no borders
~kat
This time of year the western sky is often blush red and amber as the sun sets. But today the sun itself was crimson red. From the news I learned that this phenomenon is caused by smoke in the atmosphere from the wildfires in Canada. It was an odd sight. A glimmer if you will that reminded me that the earth does not concern herself with boundaries or walls or borders. We are all citizens of the world.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you wherever you hang your hat. I see you.
Before I call it a night one more glimmer. So rosy bright is the sun today that even the moon has taken on a golden pink hue. As under the sun by day, we all sleep under the same moon.
more vacation memories
it took a north-flowing river
a campfire, a bottle of Yuengling,
from America’s oldest brewery,
and stories of hogs, sunflower gardens,
pepper relish recipes, and great dane
kisses, to help me breathe, in deeply
out slowly with a sigh underneath
a perfect blue cloud brushed sky
~kat
There is something special about a riverside campfire. The easy flow of the water, waterfowl riding the current, good food, great company, and cool crisp air…lots of it…that has a way of healing the heart and soul. I didn’t even realize that I needed a sit by the river until it happened. It was the last day of a perfect time away. I am not entirely back into my pre-trip routine. And that’s okay. Sometimes you just need to pause a spell to take it all in.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
stoned
there is love
hearts chiseled from stone
crying out
for justice for peace
yes, even the rocks
~kat
It’s been a short long week. While I have been writing and collecting glimmers along the way, I am only now catching my breath. Today’s glimmer is a glimpse of the heart shaped treasures I found on my walks with Gabby. It was quite a productive few days. Everywhere I looked there were heart-shaped stones. Amidst rousing conversations on the state of the world over dinner, I returned to our hotel and grounded myself in gravel plant beds. So many things about this trip were healing. Today’s theme and glimmers are the rocks that begged me to notice them…and bring them home with me.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
like mercury colliding... 