autumn’s splendor fades into a world turned gray all is black and white
~kat
The photo above was my first view when I woke. Hard to believe that the photo is in color. How bleak. Not at all the sight one hopes for at the start of a new day. It lurked long enough for me to write this sad little haiku.
And when I looked again the sun had streamed in to save me from drowning in melancholy. Why did I ever doubt the dawn’s ability to fill me with hope. Same window, same color setting on my camera. Beautiful bright, vibrant dawn!
This mercurial Gemini is wide awake now, reconsidering my first thoughts of pulling the covers up round my ears and staying in bed. It’s a new day ready to be seized!
I learned something about myself. How easily I can be influenced by my surroundings for better or for worse. It would be wise for me to remember to draw from the light that resides within…to pause…to breathe when things get dark. Life is rarely just black and white. A pause gives it time to reveal its true self.
Anyhow some silly thoughts on this bright, promising Saturday morning. The day did start with a glimmer after all! (As if there was any doubt!)
I don’t do cities unless I’m forced to, if I must do things like appointments, grocery shopping, you know “lifing” like a zombie, day in day out…I don’t do cities unless I’m forced to, i prefer a natural scene, the rolling Blue Ridge Foothills you’ll find me here most nights and days, working hours, and play where traffic is a gaggle of gobblers crossing the driveway, where the sound of wind rushing through the trees sounds like ocean waves crashing into the shore where my top 40 hit list is birdsong… from hummingbird chirps to pileated woodpecker cackles, crow caw-caws and raven grunks I traded bumper to bumper morning commutes with morning walks through the mist at dawn this is my favorite place i don’t do cities anymore unless I’m forced to best decision I ever made no looking back
~kat
I discovered this magic portal on my walk this morning. Isn’t it fabulous? I wonder who has taken shelter here. Chipmunks, squirrels, perhaps even some faerie folk! At any rate. This is a proper glimmer if there ever was one.
At this precise moment the message was clear, beautiful, grounding, inspiring. As I took my evening walk to finish up chores before the night set in, the horizon prompted me to pause…all is well. No promise of the future. No rehashing of the past. None of that mattered in that moment because in that moment wrapped in the glow of dusk I felt safe, protected, and seen by the universe.
I snapped a photo to remember that even when life feels scary, challenging, and unpredictable there are always moments like these ready to embrace me. Moments that allow me to catch my breath…to pause…to breathe.
Much love, peace, and glimmering moments that give you pause…
mindfulness . a single moment is like a safety net, a deep, slow breath in held, until my full lungs beg to burst stopping time, shutting out chaos, calm sets in… it’s okay…exhale
a system that moves on from oops as the walls came tumbling down you’ve made it this far we don’t know what we don’t know naked in the snow on the cusp we’ll tip our warm cups for being different a call to surrender there is too much of it with nothing…to do
~kat
Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.
Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)
We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant.
On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go!
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