Category Archives: Spirituality

day 343

cut flowers
.
in
winter whisper
sweet
nothings to my soul
scent of roses infusing the air
a gift
to brighten cold gray days
stirring gratefulness
for friendship
and new memories

~kat

I had a surprise delivery today. It was a holiday gift from my boss. A beautiful bouquet of cut flowers. It truly brightened my day. Made me feel appreciated and seen. Not even the rain could dampen my spirits. The fragrance of roses, carnations, lily of the valley, sweet pea, and daisies filled my room with sweetness.  Of course it is today’s glimmer.  

Much love, peace and sweet glimmers to you. 

~kat

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day 342

rating whores
.
the
polluted air
waves
are spilling into
dens and living rooms everywhere
the great
(in his own mind only)
D. T. has nothing
Important
to say…la la la

not listening here…silence is bliss

~kat

Welp…I heard that there was a presidential address this evening. My house is silent right now. I refuse to be counted as someone who watched or listened to his lies and vile blather. Ratings are something DT covets. I will not be tuning in. Nothing to see here…It’s little things I do to resist what is happening in our country.

And speaking of little things…here are a few hand crafted glimmers… wall and home decorations. Creating a glimmer to enjoy doesn’t make it inferior to glimmers that happen spontaneously in nature. All glimmers are worthy of a pause. Do you have a favorite thing that brings you joy? Happy Glimmers to you,

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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day 341…catching up

grace in the storm’s eye 

I am easily swayed
by every wind
but there are moments
when the world
stops me from spinning
takes my breath away
and helps me to breathe

~kat

One more glimmer today. This was the first photo I took this morning. The view that drew me out of melancholy and inspired me to press on. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

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day 340

seeing red
.
blue
red-infused sky
dawns
in the aftermath
of relentless news of hateful acts
empty
thoughts and prayers rise like ash
with barely a spark
to keep from
turning the sky gray

~kat

Sorry to have missed posting a glimmer yesterday. I hope you were able to find a few of your own. The incessant news from over the weekend… murders, school shootings, anti-Semitic terror attacks and mass murder across the globe, and our leader in this country showing what a vile monster he is in the aftermath set me back a bit. I had no words.

I woke this morning to a beautiful sunrise, barely making it outside in time to capture it before the sky faded to gray.  That’s kind of how today’s poem emerged. 

The thing is, I did manage to take a photo. It showed me that there are glimmers to be found even in the darkest times. It feels odd to celebrate them, to celebrate anything, but celebrate we must. We can’t let evil and fear shut us down. Enter glimmers, brief though they may be, to remind us. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

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day 339 – a ReVerse Poem

It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!

~kat

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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025

a snapshot in time

let me be a safe place for you
but for a golden moment
muted in cool gray
a snapshot in time

i felt her presence pressing my soul
breaking through the veil
if I were to change
she moves me unseen
crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin
barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph
to anyone who sees, it’s clear,
frost and lace
sheltering in grace
snow falls soft
they don’t know they’re wild

we should not whisper
oh so many times
darkness fades away
as promised, sure as dusk

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.