a gray day . yet another gray day the clouds fell to earth a misty melding of sky and loam blue glints and golden streams of light breaking through the veil the storm ends night slips into dawn
~kat
Things may seem impossibly dark right now, but remember my friends, all storms eventually pass. We may need to clean up debris and maybe even rebuild what we lost in the aftermath, but the sun and blue sky eventually break through. Just as night gives way to dawn, day moves into dusk; just as summer moves to autumn, to winter, to spring, please hold onto the glimmers that present themselves to you every day. Embrace every facet of this life. The light, the dark and everything in between.
so it ends . cold super moon comes full in just a few days i felt her presence pressing my soul to spill into the gray damp air it is December at long last another year spent
~kat
I have tread lightly of late around the chaos. You could call it self-care. Or not. Perhaps it is more like self preservation. One can move from disbelief, outrage, and despair to disbelief, outrage, and despair for only so long before the weight of it crashes down around you.
I have clung to every glimmer over these past 326 days. I knew when this year began it would be bad, but I could not have imagined the depth and breadth of our leaders’ capacity for hate and cruelty, for the destruction of our nation’s treasured ideals, institutions, and global good will.
It has been stunning to witness. Out has been a long year. With 3 more years of this to go, I will draw strength from the glimmers of 2025. I will continue to track each days’ glimmers as if my life depends on it. My hope is in recognizing each spark, is that eventually the light will outshine the darkness, the truth will be revealed, and justice will finally be served.
There are glimmers yet to be celebrated …29 to be exact…each one brighter than the day before. May this season of light fill you with hope and joy. May we remember to be kind. May we remember who we are.
I’m forswunke . joy in the moment peace amidst the chaos it’s about being with family each year a time for connection to come together in one place a snapshot in time
~kat (a Pi-Prime Poem ~ syllable count per line: 3.1415926535 - the first 11 numbers in the pi sequence.)
Today’s grandiloquent word of the day captures my extended weekend. My four daughters and their respective families and us get together every year the day after Thanksgiving to celebrate all of the winter holidays together. This year was hosted a half day’s drive by car away, so the trip required an overnight stay. It was a wonderful time. I loved seeing everyone.
But getting everyone packed, loaded and unpacked is quite a job. And I am exhausted…or rather forswunke – Grandiloquent’s Word of the Day for today…how ever did they know?
Actually, I think the holidays and all the festivities we try to fit in every year actually is over the top. Beginning in October and ending with the drop of the ball in Times Square on New Year’s Eve into New Year’s Day, we Americans holiday ourselves to exhaustion because…uh, because…well because it’s tradition. And as forswunke as I feel in the midst of it, and in the aftermath, it is also a treasure to me, because family is everything.
For a brief few hours we were all together and safe and happy. For a brief few hours nothing existed but my family. Tomorrow is Monday and the chaos of the world will roar back into view, but at least I had this brief holiday to remind me of what is good and lovely in my life. It will keep me through the coming winter while illustrating exactly why I will continue to fight for kindness, compassion, peace and justice for everyone. It’s worth fighting for.
Happy Holidays to you and yours. If these sound like fighting words to you, well bless your heart. We may not all celebrate this season the same way but the most important thing is that we are surrounded by those we love when we do.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Leaving you with photos of the latest critter to venture on to our tiny oasis…Einstein. Yet another tiny soul who gives me purpose. And my glimmer for today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
the gray dawn . fog far from opaque seems to illuminate bones of late autumn trees, it feels like heaven as I imagine it enveloped by clouds such as these, muted in cool gray
~kat
This morning the fog was so heavy that it lingered long after sunrise. I was able to take a few photos while on my morning walk. It was a beautiful way to start my day.
I typically think of fog as a driving hazard. But on mornings like this, when I don’t need to travel in it, I was able to pause and take in its beauty. I was particularly keen on how lovely the bare autumn trees look enveloped by the fog. What a beautiful glimmer to start my day. I hope wherever you are you have a moment to take in the beauty that surrounds you.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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A Pi Prime ~ 11 Poem ~ syllable count per line following the pattern: 3.1415926535
dark storm clouds hover but for a golden moment trees kissed by the sun
~kat
I was busy working. When the light outside shifted. Of course I grabbed my phone, headed outside, and captured this golden moment. I am so grateful for this brilliant glimmer. This life is full of them.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Oh…and before I post this…we have a new resident here in the foothills. Meet Einstein…of course we are sharing our kibble with this hungry soul. There is always room for one more at my little house on the hill.
Yes, that’s the crows’ peanut tray. Einstein has taken it over! The crows are still here. They have joined the deer, grazing on corn. I love my diverse little community. ✨💚✨
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