Today was one of those long days. We attended a midday funeral to celebrate the life of a young man, our friend’s brother. I am not surprised that the universe provided several glimmers to see me through. Starting, of course, with my first African Violet bloom. It was waiting for me when we returned home.
Long and challenging days needn’t always result in roadblocks to peace. Although I have found that detours and roadblocks don’t always come with a map or instructions I do learn from them and if I am open to it, there are always glimmers to light my way. A few of those are illustrated below. Yes it was a long days, but it was also a full day, like the moon tonight, illuminating the darkness.
the phoebes are nesting once again a brood to fledge before the fall the dawn is filled with phoebe calls “feee-bee! feee-bee!” their sweet refrain a brood to fledge before the fall the phoebes are nesting once again
~kat
This evening I noticed a phoebe bird perched atop the nest crafted this past spring. I read that Phoebes actually have more than one brood a season. First to arrive in early spring and last to leave in mid-fall to winter in Central America, this pair of phoebes has been choosing the light fixtures on our house to nest for several years now. They are hearty, resilient little birds. Over the years we have watched them persist in the face of inclement weather and wind. Their young have not always survived but these little birds rebuild again and again. It is said that they symbolize patience, persistence, and new beginnings. An inspiration to us all to press on toward our goals even in challenging times!
I don’t have a photo of this budding brood yet… (posted above is the same nest from earlier this year) but it is certainly a glimmer of hope. What I also have is a tiny clip of the hummingbirds jousting just outside my window while I work. Today started started and ended in glimmers. I hope you too have many days like this as well!
Much love, peace, and multiple glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s Poetry Form: the Biolet
The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Length of each line can vary but works best when it follows an iambic cadence.
another too long day of chores lost to daylight…but always, there at least a moment for a glimmer. Isn’t she magnificent!
violets
blooming where planted potted plants are not still life bursting with secrets
~kat
The lady at the counter could see that I was a reluctant gardener. If she only knew how many lush plants I had ushered home to die. Maybe she figured that out as she looked at me with kindness, a slight tilt of her head while eyeing my selected purchase…”don’t you want one of the plants with flowers already blooming?”
The shelves of her market store were loaded with thriving, blooming specimens, bursting with purple, blue and pink blooms. Clearly, she had a knack for keeping violets.
“No, I like the green, healthy look of this one.” More than anything I wanted to prove to myself that I could master this. To feed and water and nurture something so delicate that it might one day reward me with flowers.
She seemed to know what I was thinking. As if on cue she started to list all the things a new violet parent must do to raise a thriving, happy plant. “Never let water touch the leaves, you know… (I didn’t), place your plant in a dish with water and feed it. Never spray its leaves with mist (I had wilted many a leaves in my shaded history with this practice). And give it sunlight.”
I thanked her for such good advice and left the shop with a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe this time I can pull it off. At least for now having a green living thing inside my home, will bring me joy every day…and it did.
Weeks passed and my little plant grew fuller and greener. Thankfully my cats left it alone. There was no hint of flowering but I told myself that having a living thriving plant was enough. Secretly I wondered if I should have taken the shop lady’s advice and picked out an already blooming specimen. I wondered if having a beautiful green plant was enough after all my concerted effort to do it right this time.
Just when I had made peace with my beautiful, simple, thriving green plant, and the idea that I was okay with it being flowerless, it happened! I noticed a cluster of buds hidden under the leaves.
There are so many lessons to be gleaned from this little exercise in hope, faith, persistence, kindness, and love, but I’ll leave that to you to surmise.
Much love, peace, hope, joy, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Oh…and one more thing about this late next day post…I have decided to stop feeling remorse for falling asleep, failing to finish a post before the stroke of midnight. I promised myself 365 days of glimmers and 365 days it will be even if a few spill into the next day or year by a day or two. We are likely to need glimmers then, perhaps even more, if things keep moving in the direction of the past 7 months. The important thing is that we take a moment to discover them. Peace out my peeps!
today’s WordPress prompt: Write about a random act of kindness you did for someone …
well, I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you defeats the purpose… random acts, you see, are best done and kept anonymous
-kat
Another day of not taking myself or anything too seriously. And enjoying a 20 degree drop in temperatures. Even a full day of rain can’t get me down. Today’s featured glimmers are the local hummingbirds. Three of them have been jousting nonstop outside the window at the feeders. I have enjoyed listening to their chirps while I work. Clearly they approve of the cooler temperatures as well.
Regarding today’s poem, a tanka, i happened to notice today’s prompt question on WordPress. As I explained in my poem…I prefer to keep the random acts of kindness that I do anonymous. Having also been on the receiving end there is a certain magic in realizing someone thought enough about you to do something kind for you. Just thinking about it makes me smile.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find an opportunity to act kindly toward someone today…even if that someone is you!
so this is what it feels like to exist at a time of history repeating, to wonder who they will come for next; to resist hate in a world where kindness and compassion are revolutionary acts, where caring is a liability, where the words on my cell phone are an indictment, where it’s just a matter of time before they find me out…well… I’m not hiding…like mercury colliding… I refuse to blend into oblivion with those who sleep through this nightmare while innocents suffer… I read today, the bees are dying someone should do something, but the inconvenient truth of the matter is, someone is me, and I don’t know what to do, except to shine a light, to tell you, to tell anyone who’ll listen, the bees are dying…because I think you should know
~kat
Today’s poem speaks for itself. That said, I present to you today’s glimmer…literally, lightning in the distance and the sounds of midsummer nights in the foothills of Bramlett Mountain. Even while the world sleeps, the forest sings, for the trees perhaps? Another lesson to consider from these woods that I call home.
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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