
there are some people
strangers, really, who seem
to know, in a moment’s glance,
your soul…they just know
~kat

there are some people
strangers, really, who seem
to know, in a moment’s glance,
your soul…they just know
~kat

ever slowly, bit by bit
from that first gulp of air
haunted by time’s tocking tick
we’re dying, unaware
-kat

the moon is waxing
gibbous, luminous
this mid-autumn night
clouds warm and golden
windows glow below
lay them down, down
to sleep, may their souls
gently keep until the dawn
~kat
Missed yesterday, so today you get a two-fer! I almost wrote about that dragon up there. Cool sky this evening in my neighborhood! 😊
a caravan of refugees
treks a thousand miles
on the wings of kindness,
a new life waiting
~kat
When I’m not working, or writing, or taking care of my menagerie of rescue pups and kitties, I sometimes get the honor of becoming part of a caravan of kindness, transporting abandoned animals from shelters to their loving forever homes.
This weekend we have Sweetie and her seven puppies on deck. Our leg of the trip is the halfway mark of a nearly 1300 mile journey over 3 days for these beautiful souls. I am reminded that how we treat the outcasts, the refugees, the least among us, says a lot about our hearts. At least for today, kindness, in the hearts of several dozen people is alive and well. Doing my part to add a little kindness to this troubled world of ours. Peace and puppy breath! ❤️












it’s so strange, the things
we remember, snapshots
of moments past…
lumpy cream of wheat
~kat