to live in harmony with nature, let the wind breathe life into your soul feel its purity deeply and rest in the ancient knowing that you are one with everything you see
~kat
It was a beautiful spring morning here in my little spot on the planet. The trees have filled out and green in various shades has blossomed into a beautiful canopy. While it is lovely to take it all in, it’s good to be reminded that we are not just spectators but a part of all we see in the natural world. When I consider this fact it makes perfect sense to tread lightly on the planet, to conserve its resources and to take care of the earth just as she takes care of us.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Oh…and this guy? He’s my old cousin Tom, several times removed, of course! But family nonetheless…can you see the resemblance?! 🤣
fresh from disaster recovery underway voices pierce the wind the air feels strange, heavy death stopped by to fetch a soul
dining at dusk
fat-bellied does flock grazing, with yearlings in tow spring fawns on the way
~kat
Two poems today. It was a strange evening after i signed off from work. My dog Gabby naps next to me most of the day, but the sound of my laptop shutting can rouse her from the deepest sleep. She knows it’s time for a walk around the property. I feed the crows. A few peanuts, toss a bucket full of feed corn to the deer and turkeys, and then tend the various feeders. Tonight was not routine. There were emergency vehicles on the road not far from my driveway. We live on a curve in the road. Someone likely took the curve woo quickly and rolled their car in a nearby pasture. There was an ambulance but no urgency. It is very likely that the passenger(s) did not survive. When death comes near, the air changes; at least for me it does. Such a sad end to the day.
And then came the birds and the deer to partake of the snacks I had left for them. The deer seemed particularly joyful. Running around, the young ones playing with each other. The doe are growing fat around the middle. Fawn season is a month or less away. I watched them for several minutes and picture them here. Seeing them was just what I needed…a reminder that life goes on, even in the aftermath of death. A glimmer…🥰
It’s not everyday that the extremes of life and death hover so closely. But it helped me to realize how important it is to find balance between the extremes. Let’s meet in the middle, shall we?!
what if it was impossible to tell a lie? would we say less to each other? would we avoid the hard conversations? or would we finally become real… able to look into the eyes of that face in the mirror with acceptance, embracing all that we are, all that we hope to be? what if we weren’t afraid to say what we feel, what we need, what we think, what we know is true imagine the freedom of fully trusting in absolutes, in right and wrong, in light and dark, day and night, imagine how the world might be if the history we tell ourselves and our children actually happened, the good and the bad, no judgement, but used to apply lessons learned to make the future brighter, a gift to our children and their children… once upon a time when someone told the first untruth we lost our way because lies grow like a cancer until the truth is impossible to know how different would life be if we could start over refuse the lie that some lies are okay commit to what is real and right and true I can only imagine it… can you?
~kat
today’s glimmer
love’s tree
if love were a tree she’d be two trees intertwined from root to blue sky
~kat
NaGloPoWriMo 19 April 2025 prompt from gooduniversenextdoor: We’re making it up as we go along “If only….” or “Suppose….” For today’s poem, let’s suspend reality and write a poem that starts with a preposterous notion… then follows it. / Recommended reading: “Invisible Nests” by Kelly Madigan and “Restaurant of Dreams” by Robert Okaji
it’s not junk everything is a necessity that I might need one day I promise you I am not a hoarder tape, loose change, keys yes, I need those random keys in case something is locked and I need a key flashlight…a must have in a blackout or nighttime walks paper clips, rubber bands you don’t need them until you do multi-head screwdriver because chapstick, hand sanitizer, gorilla glue pencils, pens and post-it notes too yes, yes, yes I need it all sooner or later or sometime or yesterday I am not a hoarder…I’m not and it’s not junk
~kat
Spring is most certainly coming. I was a bit worried as winter overstayed its welcome. The trees stayed winter-bare longer than usual and I wondered if the winds and storms of this past season had taken a toll. I shouldn’t have worried. Nature is a well practiced in the change of the seasons. And the trees? They’re finally showing signs of life…greening. As chaotic as the world is right now, I need normal more than ever. Our mother, Nature, knows how to nurture us. Today I am so grateful that I can count on that.
Much love, peace, and spring glimmers to you!
~kat
NaGloPoWriMo 2025 Day 18 Prompt from goodunivervenextdoor: Contents may settle during flight…Choose something from your purse or wallet, a desk drawer, a coat pocket, a coffee table, medicine cabinet, or something similar, then write a poem about what it holds. / Recommended reading: “I Wake up in the Underworld of My Own Dirty Purse” by Karyna McGlynn and “Inside My Lola’s Handbag” by Michelle Peñaloza
First things first. We need a glimmer or two or three or four.
Glimmer #1: a monarch butterfly hopped from dandelion to dandelion pausing to sip nectar along the way.
Glimmer #2 and 3: Then the turkeys came …and just when I had almost given up hope of seeing my deer friends again, a lone yearling made her way through the wood’s edge to share seeds I had tossed on the ground for the birds.
She lingered a while, then wandered back into the woods… I wondered if she was the lone survivor…
Glimmer #4: The best glimmer of all. The yearling had brought a few friends back to the clearing. Four to five more deer came to call. Not the full herd, but it did my heart good to see them. All tolled, a doe and four young deer.
In the distance the turkeys were making a huge ruckus…I imagined the Jennie’s finally stopped playing hard to get. They certainly are noisy, very noisy lovers.
Dusk started to settle around us. All is right with my world. My thoughts are still with the other deer. I’m still hoping none of them succumbed to the hunters last night. But I’m counting my blessings.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨💚✨✨
And now for today’s NaGloPoWriMo 9 April 2025 prompt: Today we’d like to challenge you to try writing a poem of your own that uses rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. For extra credit, reference a very specific sound, like the buoy in Hillyer’s poem.
the wind has many voices
if I close my eyes when a strong wind blows i can hear the swell and rise of ocean waves, the ebb and flow how did the trees learn the salty score of the sea waves crashing rhythmically into the shore
sometimes I clearly hear the sound of jubilation, tickling my ears a symphony of ovations fluttering leaves rousing cheers i could be deceived It sounds like applause, so clear
the wind has many voices my favorite one of all is when the breezes whisper I love it when they call “come sit with me,” they croon “it’s time for you to breathe this moment will be over soon embrace it, take in everything you see.”
so take me to the heights when the winds’ graces brush my cheek with soft kisses and toss my hair the wind has many faces, I’d know her…they…and them anywhere
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