Today’s Glimmer! As per my routine, the deer get a scattering of corn outside the fence…the birds get seed and peanuts inside the fence. This doe decided to partake of both! 😆 when I shushed her away she cleared the fence in one graceful, magnificent leap. Took my breath away, in a very good way ✨💚✨
lost in bread dough and glimmers
I catch myself feeling content, happy even, enjoying life, sunshine on my face, breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong how can a five-year-old boy be a criminal…the worst of the worst? sometimes I lose myself in bread dough, kneading, shaping it into a perfect round mound, the sweet smell of warm yeast wafting they were just trying to help, domestic terrorists are not helpers how fortunate I am to do work I love, organizing, scheduling, creating, planning travel for others… what I wouldn’t give to travel…far from here they disappear them one by one, nameless bodies, to fill their quota I catch myself desperate to find glimmers bright spot in the everyday, clinging to them as if they are a lifeline…they are a lifeline have you noticed the world is on fire, there is smoke burning our eyes and lungs… I vacillate between light and dark, joy and immense sorrow, hope and despair, compassion and anger… anger mostly, and survivors guilt because the monsters haven’t knocked on my door…yet I bought a whistle on a lanyard the other day, my camera phone is charged and ready for glimmers…for monsters, for recording the history that they are trying to erase there is no making sense of the lies but there is truth we all see with our own eyes
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!
I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do… ____________________
drowning in gaslight
I cannot look away, my senses assaulted by murders captured on cell phones blasted as evidence to the world, targeted death by hate and retribution, forced to witness souls released from battered, tear-gassed bodies…
“don’t believe your eyes”, they say, “we’re here to save you from terrorists”
from babies and five-year olds in blue bunny-ear hats and Spider-Man backpacks harboring fathers legally here, granted asylum, baby boys used as bait, for abduction to oblivion
in case you didn’t know, they now say terrorists are poets, gentle mothers, beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…
terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving veterans, who exercise rights once considered established by our forefathers whose last act on earth was kindness helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead
I do not feel safer with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of children, of innocent neighbors singled out because of who someone perceives them to be…
no one is safe when evil rewrites and repeats history
we are drowning in gaslight, teargas and blood…and we must not look away
let us call out the true terrorists by name reclaiming the inheritance of the meek in kindness, compassion, love, and truth
A few bits of bread. A peace offering to my beloved crows who have avoided me for months since their comrade died near my feeder. They have accepted…May the healing begin! 💔💕❤️
forgiven . crows remember a face and are known to hold grudges for years it broke my heart when a crow died close to the feed tray filled with treats the other crows watched
and it seems held me to account as they mourned, I mourned…they stopped coming my beloved murder…held a grudge against me I feared, but they are back trust is a gift I do not take unmindfully may the healing begin
~kat
An extended pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846) that tells a story and highlights my glimmer for today. I took a chance to reach out to my beloved crows who have shunned me like the plague all these months. I feel forgiven…not generally a thing crows do lightly. It makes me so happy on this gray day!
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