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…
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!
Autumn Fading in the Foothills…a Call to Let Go ~ kat 2025
the trees know . the true tyranny of this season requires letting go as the nights grow colder, darker, a call to surrender to weather winter purified, stripped of vanity
~kat
How easy it is to lose one’s soul to smugness. A few clean sweep victories for the blue team and it takes every ounce of decorum I can muster to keep myself from gloating. From wanting to poke those I know of maga persuasion to remind them that they are on the wrong side of history on this. Fortunately, it is a battle played out only in my monkey brain. I’ve lived long enough to know how fragile opinions and long held beliefs can be. Misguided though they may be, there is nothing I can say to sway the status quo. So I just let it go, remember to be kind and practice silence in mixed company. It’s not a hill I am willing to die on.
But that does mean I don’t care, or that I don’t do everything I can to right the destructive direction we’re on. Democracy still matters. It’s worth protecting and fighting for. So I voted. With millions of others, and this time we won. It’s a small glimmer of hope. The encouragement I needed to keep going. Gloating doesn’t serve anyone. But edging us a wee bit closer to the perfect union we aspire to where all people are free, cared for, and treated with respect and compassion. I know. It’s a lofty goal. But at least for today democracy showed signs of life, and we the people found our voice.
I know it’s not over. We have a long way to go before we eradicate the hate and greed that has overtaken so many. By letting go of my need to be right, by being kind, I just may spread a little light. That is my hope for us all. To hang on until dawn after this dark long night of the soul of our nation.
After five years, our inoperable fireplace restored. A glimmer to keep us warm on cold winter nights.
it’s a date
three years from today meet me in the hills I’ll brew us some tea if we are here still the future we dreamed the battles hard won we’ll tip our warm cups in the light of the sun no longer afraid to be seen or to speak freedom and justice restored to the meek if we have survived I’ve no doubt we will we’ll talk about weather here in the foothills
the elephant is sitting in the middle of the room having left its corner though no one seemed to notice… an elephant is no small thing but we were distracted by flying monkeys and rats, so many rats, termites gnawing through the walls, ants and roaches reducing the foundation to dust it was the elephant in the middle of the room… an elephant is no small thing, perched on a pedestal, a blue ball balanced vicariously on his snout that held our attention as the walls came tumbling down
~kat
I need a glimmer. When this happens I head to the hills…(out my back door) and dear Mother Nature draws me in. She’s fading these days into gold, orange and crimson, as if to say, kat, what you really need is a good long nap. I’m not entirely convinced that is a good idea with winter’s blight closing in. But she shushes me with a lullaby as soft as new fallen snow, and whispers as I drift to sleep…spring is coming.
and just like that…in my dreams the circus disappeared, as circuses do, leaving only sawdust in its wake…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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