a storm most certainly is coming the rushing wind the darkening skies the undersides of tree leaves showing air thick and wet growing wetter grab an umbrella maybe a sweater the weather man said sunny weather but I have something even better…nature always lets me know and the trees… they told me so
~kat
I am on the mend. As much as I love living in the middle of the woods, I am highly allergic. As am I to cats, I have three. I may even be allergic to laundry though I force myself to do it regularly enough…and even better, to actually fold and put it away. They have medication for all of these things (well maybe not for laundry), which I take so that can tolerate the closeness of these things I love, the trees and cats. And I suppose clothes too, as I am a bit shy when it comes to being naked in public! it’s not a pretty sight I assure you! Consider it my gift to humanity that I keep private what’s meant to be kept!
Tolerance is a willful thing isn’t it? We choose to be tolerant. We make concessions for those things that press us to tolerate them. It worries me that humanity is being pressured more and more to tolerate things that used to be non-negotiable in a civil society. Things like cruelty, lies, hate, lawlessness, bullying, intimidation, bigotry, misogyny…goodness that’s a long list (there is likely more…I know there’s more and much of it not good 😟).
I have made concessions to live peacefully with my dander and pollen laden loves. Tolerance is a choice after all. I need to remind myself that I do not need to tolerate anything that is the opposite of love and that it is perfectly fine for me to say so, even if it’s scary. Maybe my saying it might even help someone else feel a little less afraid to say it too.
anyhow…it’s gonna rain soon. The trees told me so. I love them even if they do make me sneeze!
much love, peace, and glimmers to you. And remember, you get to choose. When given the chance I hope you choose love!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨ (today’s glimmer? Why, the underside of tree leaves of course. They are dazzling even if it does mean a storm is coming!)
how gently the breeze weaves through the garden at dawn roses in the air
~kat
This fellow’s name is Baldwin. He’s an ambassador squirrel who lives at the wildlife rescue nearby. Most of the critters at the rescue are rehabilitated and released back into the wild, But Baldwin’s injuries precluded him from being released. He’s a permanent resident and spends his days delighting school children and event-goers with his super-squirrelly abilities. His latest trick involves finding treats in the drawers of a tiny dresser. Needless to say Baldwin was a pro from the git-go! Good job little guy! You show us how it’s done!
Special thanks to my wife, Traci, who captured this video on her phone. She volunteers once a week at the rescue center.
when life feels chaotic simple moon daisies glimmer in ordered perfection
~kat
Yesterday…last week in general, was a particularly horrible week in the slow death of the US democracy. I am still trying to wrap my brain around all that happened recently, while trying to remember all the atrocities of previous weeks. We cannot let the magnitude of each new news cycle’s horribleness lead us to forget the past cries for justice. Sovereign nations are still being ravaged by aggressors, the disappeared amongst us are still missing, tariffs are destroying trade and world economies, women are still suffering and dying due to blocked access to healthcare, poor children are hungry, some dying, immigrant children are still being separated from their families, vulnerable populations are becoming invisible, history is being hidden and rewritten…all while cruelty is celebrated and the filthy rich are getting richer. I know it’s exhausting. I feel it in my bones as I imagine many of you do. But, we are many voices and while we may not be able to advocate for every single one of these issues we can choose one or maybe two that resonates deeply with our own heart and soul to pursue justice from our spineless government officials. Maybe if we are loud enough our voices will overcome the toxic bullying from the top and help them see that bowing to him only leads to more cruelty and destruction. One can hope.
On my morning walk I noticed a tiny glimmer in the distance. As I got closer I realized it was a pair of wild daisies blooming in the middle of nowhere. Just two. Perfectly formed. Upon closer inspection I felt immediate calm in my troubled heart as I gazed at the flowers’ center blossoms, tucked in tightly in a Fibonacci spiral. Nature always brings me back to my senses and reminds me that underneath all the chaos, there is still beautiful order to keep us. We just need to allow our troubled minds to see it. And so this morning I did. I will carry this picture in my mind today to help me breath when the world gets too ugly to bear.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. If you can’t seem to find your own, I am happy to mine with you🌻✨✨💚💚✨✨🌻
~kat
And of course the poem form for today had to be the Fib! A Fib poem is ‘a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 – the classic Fibonacci sequence.’ (You can also write a Fib poem using word count in sequence.)
secrets haunt their keepers remember this when someone whispers in your ear
~kat
I have known a few secrets in my life. It’s a burden that should not be entered into lightly. Today’s poem was inspired by the Magnetic Poetry -Poet’s kit.
And…did someone say glimmers? After a long work day, the sight outside my window did my heart good and reminded me that at least for today I am so fortunate to live where I live.
Today, and moments like this are everything! Tomorrow will keep.
the air is heavy just before the storm raindrops ride the wind dusk drifts into night the darkness provides cover as a fearsome interloper steals bits of food from the least among us the wrens, the phoebes, the finches destruction in its wake the feeder stands mangled seed tubes ravaged what good are a few seeds to massive beasts when to the birds they are everything
part 2
they assembled in hallowed halls the murmur of opposition surges as they spin their evil plans the big beautiful lie, while an unconscionable act Is executed enriching the wealthy over the stunned masses the poor, the old, the sick survival of the richest as democracy dies sacrificed for greed these gluttonous monsters hoarding more than they need leaving the people to perish
part 3
the air is heavy | they assembled just before the storm | in hallowed halls raindrops ride the wind | the murmur of opposition surges dusk drifts into night | as they spin their evil plans the darkness provides cover |.the big beautiful lie, while a fearsome interloper | an unconscionable act is executed steals bits of food | enriching the wealthy from the least among us | from the stunned masses the wrens, the phoebes, the finches | the poor, the old, the sick destruction in its wake | survival of the richest the feeder stands mangled | as democracy dies seed tubes ravaged | sacrificed on the altar of greed what good are a few seeds to | these gluttonous monsters massive beasts when | taking more than they need to the birds they are everything | leaving the people to perish
~kat
Last night a huge storm swept through the hills. When I woke up and took a walk around the property looking for downed trees, surveying any damage that might be left in the storm’s wake, I discovered a disturbing scene at both of my feeding stations. Something strong and very big came through destroying the feeder stand and the see tubes. i recall seeing a few roust bucks on the property at dusk, it it is also likely that we were visited by a black bear.
Meanwhile on another hill in our nation’s capital congress huddled in committee at 1 am hoping to ram through a so-called big beautiful bill. The vilest of this crowd called in the big gun, namely Trump, to threaten the end of life as they know it if the holdouts didn’t vote to pass this atrocity. As I write this post, they are still at it some 17 hours later with no end in sight. Major sticking points include cuts to every little safety net that most people depend on to give massive tax breaks to the filthy rich. The people be damned
I couldn’t help seeing the similarities between a brown bear destroying feeding stations, and the maga politicians destroying our democracy, many because they fear the wrath of a selfish bully. Of course for this theme only a cleave poem would do. So called three poems on one the left column is one poem…the right, a second and the grand finale read in left to right for a third.
You know I have a glimmer for you… a few turkeys found love on the back end of my property! Baby turkeys are so cute! But it was the courtship that makes me laugh! This is how it went!
I noticed this Jenny hanging out inside the fenced part of my yard……enter a very excited tom who was pacing along the outside of the fence line. he did his darndest to woo her for a little tryst, but she wasn’t having it! I walked to the back of the house to get a better look, only to discover that she was no longer there. But I did notice old tom hunched over something rocking back and forth you guessed it! Moments later she emerged, feathers disheveled scurrying away indignant at his indiscretion. I mean, imagine it! He had his way with her right out in the open! (I didn’t happen to get a photo of that! 😄). Countdown to turkey chicks! Can’t wait! 🥰
Anyhow, that’s my glimmer for today…the cycle of life on full display while I worked on a presentation for tomorrow.
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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