Glimmer Alert: Deer folk resting in my yard at perimeter of the woods under the juniper trees.
gentle grace . come away with me… rest here, where the deer folk feel safe, under the juniper trees shaded, where trust is manifest by coexisting from a wee distance
~kat
I’m not ignoring the elephant in the corner…another illegal, rogue move by DT. As I woke to the news, all I could think was…this maniac holds the nuclear codes…he is just a heartbeat away from blowing us all to smithereens…and then I stopped myself. What good can come of worrying about the what-ifs.
I chose instead to start my day, enjoy a warm bowl of steel-cut oats with butter, brown sugar, and cream, do some weekly shopping, tend to my animals, and enjoy the sun, blue sky, and warming temperatures. And if that wasn’t enough, as the day slipped into late afternoon and the shadows grew long, I noticed several deer lounging in the grass at the back corner of my yard near the woods’ edge.
It made my heart sing to see them. To realize that they feel safe enough to rest here out in the open within my view. It confirmed to me that choosing to move through my day, despite the terrible news from last night was the best thing I could be doing right now. To rest, recharge, and ready myself for survival, if life comes to that.
Today there was a hint of spring in the air, and the bright sun felt warm on my skin. Today I needed to rest…and my dear deer friends stopped by to remind me to trust this moment…at least for this moment, I am safe.
starry night . dark with glimmers of light no sign of the moon crescent, waxing, somewhere past the trees granting every star prominence for the world to see how softly they light the night sky
almost spring . rain drenches sleepy roots whispering softly wake up my loves, winter is fading the sun draws ever so closely courting you to bloom. you dreamt it dear ones…spring is nigh
~kat
Tried something new…adding verse to video. It could use improvement, but after several hours of tweaking and learning a new program…this is it for now! 😆
If you’d just like 30 seconds worth of rain sounds to settle your soul…here you go. (Disclaimer: the contents of this video clip and its videographer are not liable for any bladder awakenings that may occur…listen to it at your own risk! 😆)
refugees . blue eyes and blond hair, traits inherited from my ancestors, foreign refugees, who dared to hope in Liberty’s promise of freedom, compassion, opportunity… . from across the ocean they came with dreams for a future, a fresh start they put down roots and worked hard, found a home here, raised a family not unlike today’s sojourners seeking refuge from oppression only to find the Lady immured
~kat
I have decided to stop counting the days. It took me days, the entire week actually, to scratch this bloody commentary of a pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846 for the syllable count each line)
It’s exhausting here in the trenches watching everything implode. My heart breaks daily for the victims of cruelty and hate.
I manage to get up everyday, tend to my animal friends, and work, but the darkness only seems to get darker. It’s hard to ignore. Hard to feel anything but guilt that the scourge hasn’t reached my door yet. Most of all I am horrified by the way we are treating each other…especially children. Those who claim to support life, clearly don’t. Their concern ends at birth.
I wrote another poem… an acrostic…
I heard a rumor…
It’s about time… Most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree Presidential immunity is over Elections are not for the overtaking And democracy is not for sale Congress is finally waking up, ready to Hold this corrupt dictator wannabe accountable
Tell DJT and his sycophants it’s over Restore decency and justice for all Undo every vile executive order that Made him and his ilk richer…declare Power to the people where it belongs
~kat
I do hope the rumors are true and congress follows through.
As for glimmers. Just because I am not counting days does not mean I’m not paying attention and looking for glimmers! If I can hold onto a glimmer of hope, show compassion and kindness, even if it feels inadequate to counter the relentless onslaught of terrible…I have to trust that it is enough. Especially if I’m not the only one glimmering.
So yes, I also have a few glimmers to share. They are both tiny. Sometimes tiny is best because it forces you to notice…to lean in,
We have babies of various forms,,,
Snail Babies…Their parents have passed on, but not before depositing these clustery clutches of eggs…their legacy lives on.African Violet Blooming BabiesFirst blooms post-transplant. A message perhaps?Bloom where you are planted. Whatever that means for you, it is more than enough. If we each do our thing…together we are legion!
A Moment of Clarity ~ Storm Sage, Virginia January 2026
no plan z . when my best laid plans fail again and again, forced to let go my best intentions, face truth, and accept reality, how grateful am I for moments of soft clarity reminding me how small I am reminding me to embrace the truth… this life is not a battle to be won but an clear invitation to remember i am one with all that I am the calm before, and the tempest, made of stardust one with all living things
~kat A pi-sequence poem. Syllable count: 3.1415926535 8979323846
Life has been a bit of a blur lately. The foothills where I live has been visited by Fern and Sage (don’t let their sweet names fool you…these girls were quite tempestuous!) over the past week and a half with temperatures deep and frigid.
I immediately snapped into survival mode keenly aware that I am a caretaker to not only my menagerie of furry, feathered and finned aquatic friends, but my disabled spouse who depends on me to provide for and protect. In no way am I complaining. It is a labor of love to care for my little family. I did what I have always done as a master-survivor. I assess the situation, come up with a plan, and execute the solution. It has worked for me over and over throughout my life. But this time as I worked through plans A, B, C, and on, just when I thought I had a clear directive, nature reminded me that I clearly did not.
Hitting a wall will wake you up. I had to accept the reality that we are snowed in until nature turns up the temperature and melts the snow and ice that refuses to play by my rules. As far as I can tell, that means another week or two stranded. Plows cannot clear our steep driveway. I know this because they told us so. “So sorry…good luck!”
When you get to plan Z there is only one thing you can do. Take stock of what is, and make the best of it. During this exercise I realized what a blessing i am receiving when I took stock of the reality of our situation.
We are safe and warm with no power loss (I’m knocking on wood as I type), and the investment we made this autumn of a battery operated gas log system for our hearth ensures we will have heat if the power does go out.
We have food and water to last a good long while.
We have friends who can meet me at the road and neighbors just past the fence who can get out and about if I need essentials or medicine from the store.
I have snow cleats for my boots to help keep me upright when I need to trek across the property. (Thanks for that tip last year Peter!)
We have each other and our beloved animal family, and lovely friends and neighbors.
And finally, when I was forced to stop surviving…I realized the incredible beauty around me, the gift of peace and presence, and the assurance that we would be okay. We have all we need to be okay.
Some of the blessings…glimmers if you will ✨💚✨
And so I settled in, baked my first loaf of artisan bread in a new Dutch oven I was gifted at Christmas, and made a big pot of chicken soup. Oh, and I binge-watched the entire first season of a series I had been wanting to see but never had time for, with Gabby my pup napping next to me.
Instead of cursing the weather, I settled in to our haven on an impassable hill during ice and snow, in the midst of trees. And I finally feel like I’ve come home.
Much love, peace, kindness, and gentle glimmers to you!
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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