all things being equal day to night, light to darkness temperatures cooling time to consider letting go as leaves fade and trees surrender to the wind change is coming, change is here darkness is looming night will consume the day for a season it will seem as though the light will never be as bright, but remember, seasons come and they go…it’s just a matter of time before the fragile balance shifts once again, and spring emerges from winter, let us stand in the balance all things being equal, together, our hearts warmed by hope, compassion and truth we are not alone let the harvest commence with blessings enough to keep us through the coming winter… blessings enough to grace us all
~kat
Today’s glimmer is the sounds of dusk on this beautiful, magical Autumnal Equinox.
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!
they got him justice will be served swift and cold as the rush to opposite camps widens the chasm that is breaking us into us and them good radicalism vs bad the long arm of the law applied only to non-loyalists and our nation’s leader fomenting hate for non-cult members on faux news… they got him for the senseless death of yet another victim in the growing number of those who have become martyrs to a culture of unregulated militias a legacy left to survivors to sort out if they hope to have a future I used to hope for the future now I’m good if I live to see another day that is enough even if it’s not
~kat
I have been struggling this week. No one…no one should die an untimely death at the hands of an assassin with a gun. Not Charlie, not Fletcher and Harper, not Melissa and Mark and their beloved dog Gilbert, to name those recently added to the list of casualties from gun violence in this country. It is heartbreaking.
But what is even more disturbing is the way that these events are dividing us. There is an all or nothing test being applied in this most recent tragedy. People of all persuasions are being pressured to join the posthumous edification of this person, who in life wanted LGBTQ people executed, stated that people of color were inferior, that women should not be allowed to vote, or have autonomy over their own body, and most deplorable, that a few deaths a year from gun violence was a “fair deal” to ensure 2nd amendment rights for all people over the age of 18. No flags at half staff for children gunned down, no medals of freedom proposed for congress members who are not maga, who were gunned down in their homes. But for this guy, because he helped win DT an election, and was friends with JR and JD, we should all come together in unity to honor his life. I feel terrible for his family, his wife and young kids, but I can’t, I won’t feed the narrative that he was a great patriot and a hero. He was not.
So this where we are. Gone are the days when we could be civil with each other, listen, and debate, and even learn from each other. There is only one approved way to be and believe these days. And if you‘re not on board, you’re out, the enemy, evil…I’ll spare you all the descriptors.
If I am an enemy, then may I be opposed to hate, to cruelty, to misogyny, to racism, to dictatorships, to white supremacy, to monsters who prey on women and girls, to liars, grifters, and pro birthers who don’t give a damn for children once they are born. There is more, but I’m weary of this coup. And we’re it even a full year into this nightmare.
I started the year with the intention of sharing glimmers with you every day. While I was writing this…I was visited by a pair of deer…and a few hummingbirds too (though they were too fast for me to catch a snapshot)! Nature and life moments never fail me.
Afternoon sun refracted/reflected through the neon tetra fish tank onto the laundry closet doors. Late summer 2025 ~kat
not a hoax
innocent girls trapped in women’s bodies now stand bravely in the face of power speaking truth, hoping to be seen after years of invisibility, years… we’re taught to trust, to respect our elders, to serve, to obey but no one taught us how to respond to elders who turned into monsters
~kat
I watched the press conference yesterday…you know the one…the one featuring the women seeking justice for the crimes they suffered as young girls at the hands of the rich and famous. They stand for every woman who has ever been abused. Me too came and went. But these women and their supporters are not going away. We need to support them and uphold their right to seek justice. May they finally be heard, and may they finally receive the justice withheld from them by the rich and powerful. Even as they poured their hearts out on the grounds near the capitol building, Trump doubled down on his latest catch phrase. “It’s a hoax!” No donald…it is not a hoax.
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.
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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