Category Archives: Spirituality

day 232

babies at the helm

their retribution knows no bounds
no resolution may be found
their injury, whether faux or real
seeks recompense, but here’s the deal
revenge is not a one and done
they’ll hunt you down ‘til kingdom come
and even once you’re dead and gone
they’ll trash your name, decry your wrongs
made up or real, it matters not
the point is that it’s not forgot
if you have kids woe to them all
they’ll bear the brunt after you fall
of fabricated, vague connects
there’ll be no end to hate unchecked
until their vapid soul descends
to bitter hell to join their friends
lamenting each raw deal endured
how they were blameless, never heard
how sad that innocents have borne
their cruelty and vicious scorn
vile to the core, intent to destroy
sad little men who act like boys

~kat


Today was a cacophony of horribles. The revenge tour has commenced by raiding the home and office of one of the top persons on the enemy list ( that they claim doesn’t exist ), the testimony of maxwell, the evil sex trafficker was released, sort of…selectively…everyone and no one did anything unseemly to young girls, or so this convicted criminal perjurer says…a military official who made the mistake of accurately reporting that damage done by trumps supposed bombing and annihilation of Iran’s nuclear stockpile was fired today, the Epstein files…remember those? The deadline came and went and congress finally received a stack of previously released documents…nothing new to see here folks…all while the national guard troops wandering the streets in the capital will now be armed…what could possibly go wrong…and coming soon to a democratic city near you…hey there Chicago…and you too New York. Did I miss anything….honestly this all happened today…oh and the supreme leader has traded in his maga hat for a new message…”Trump was right about everything”…of course, whatever you say Donnie boy. It’s easy to be right about everything when you fire all the truth tellers and rewrite history. Don’t even go there…what they’re planning to do to our Smithsonian artifacts and history…that was yesterday’s news. There is no way around it folks. The worse things that could happen, have.

It’s happening. The final labored breaths of democracy. I’m not sure how to act. The sun still rose today. I logged in to work like i do every day. Deer and turkeys and hummingbirds wandered by my window. My African violet popped out another flower. Maybe that’s the point. In the midst of a horrible, awful day, nature reminds me that life goes on…I need to focus on the day. It’s likely to get worse before it gets better. But it’s a waste of living to worry about it. There is air to be breathed, the music of the wind to lose myself in, and to dance. Everything else is noise.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

I know I vacillate between doom and joy these days. With today being heavy on the doom. It’s just reality. Not pretty right now, but I feel called to use this space to document what is happening…should anyone read my words at some future date….but for glimmers…that’s how I intend to get to the other side.

This young female cardinal, resting in the heat of the day. August 22, 2015. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

And Mr Bean…just because. 🥰



day 227 ~ another ReVerse 17 August 2025

day 127 ~another ReVerse 17 August 2025

drawing lines in the sand
when storms come, head to high ground
deceptively destructive
you can trust your gut
the fine print
blooms
velvet green
with violets
too soon for my liking

~kat

What an interesting ReVerse this week. It reads like a warning. Can’t say I’m surprised given the world events and the continuing oppressive heat and intense storms of late. It seems as though everyone from the silly leaders who think they are in control, but sorely lacking, and Nature who by all accounts appears to be losing her shit over our insistence that she just fix our mess like she always does. Did I mention wars? There are those too, on too many fronts to count. And war criminals and convicted rapists having tea in remote regions of the world. It’s definitely a good time to be wary, and to watch one’s back, and to keep cool literally and figuratively. At least that’s my plan. Along with a few naps when I can fit them in, and occasionally indulging in a good piece of chocolate, cups of tea, and books.

The world may be spinning in order, or completely out of control. All I can do is what I can do…and be kind along the way…and stopping to notice a glimmer or two.

Much love, peace, and glimmers of kindness to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 224

Mystical Messenger in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills ~kat 2025

fawn outside the window

gentle messenger
of grace and intuition…
you can trust your gut

~kat

I looked up the symbolism of seeing a fawn close and this is what I found….

Much love, peace and glimmers to you

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Source: My Mythos

Symbolism & Meaning of The Fawn

The Fawn, in the tapestry of modern symbolism, may represent the delicate balance between vulnerability and resilience. It whispers of the power found in gentle strength, reminding us that true power isn’t always about brute force. Perhaps it’s about yielding when necessary, adapting to the changing winds, and trusting the wisdom of your intuition. The Fawn spirit animal may also be a symbol of innocence and purity, a reminder to approach the world with an open heart and a curious mind.

The Fawn’s presence in your personal mythology could suggest a deep connection to the natural world and the cycles of life, death, and rebirth. It may symbolize the importance of nurturing your inner child and allowing yourself moments of playfulness and wonder. Perhaps the Fawn calls you to embrace your sensitivity and recognize it as a gift, not a weakness. It could be a guide through the tangled forests of your subconscious, illuminating the path towards self-discovery and wholeness.

In some cultures, the Fawn is associated with new beginnings, hope, and spiritual awakening. It may signify the potential for growth and transformation, reminding you that even in the darkest of times, there is always the promise of renewal. The Fawn could be a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity, a gentle reminder that even the smallest creatures can possess immense inner strength.


day 223

Spotted Lantern Fly
Bramlett Mountain Foothills in August 2025 ~ kat
dead spotted lantern fly

it’s so beautiful
deceptively destructive
marked for swift slaughter

~kat

At first glance, finding this insect filled me with awe. It is so colorful…so beautiful. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a spotted lantern fly. I was relieved that it was already dead. The park service has deemed this beautiful bug invasive, a threat to local crops and trees. Those who find them are advised to eliminate them swiftly. At least I didn’t need to squish it under my shoe. I hate that feeling, and the sound. I might be tempted after finding a live one to leave it alone.

Who am I to decide that this bug should not exist. After all, their favorite vegetation to devour are trees-of-heaven…an invasive, fast growing tree, abundant in the woods where I live. They have a shallow, but vast widespread root system that makes them hard to uproot. It would seem as if nature knew what she was doing by placing these formidable invaders in close proximity to each other. The issue is that the spotted lantern flies have an expanded diet…decimating other trees and plants. Meanwhile the trees of heaven flourish unabated. And humans, being the control freaks that we are with an affinity for cultured lawns and pristine landscapes, make it our mission to control nature. Sometimes I wonder who’s invading who! No need to answer that. I already know the answer. I learn a new thing every day. How magnificent and efficient the natural world is. That’s my glimmer for today.

Rest in peace little spotted lantern fly. You were just living your life to the fullest doing what instinct and evolution informed you to do. Even in death you are beautiful. A glimmer even!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 222

high ground 

when storms come, head to high ground
it’s not wise to wait for the water to rise
a fool tarries long, and many have drowned
when storms come, head to high ground
one tidal swell can take a whole town
look for the signs, dark clouds in the sky
when storms come, head to high ground
it’s not wise to wait for the water to rise

~kat

I live away from the city these days. Far from neighbors, crowds, traffic. You know everything civilized. When we moved here people would ask, “Won’t you be scared to live so far away from the world?” I didn’t have to think about my answer…”I love it here.“ I would declare. In fact, I feel quite safe here. Just me and the wild critters, a few rescue cats, a bird and a dog. And neon tetras.  And the trees…lots of trees.

I was thinking about this today. Thinking about how I might be able to wait it out; to live in peace under the radar. I’m not  bothering anyone after all. But I know it’s unrealistic of me to think I am immune to the scourge coming. Eventually all of us will feel the sting of democracy dying. Of systems and safety nets crumbling. And down the rabbit hole I go…

Oh well. Can’t blame me for wishing  I could avoid the inevitable. But this sort of thinking does waste precious present moments. I do have a choice.  I can choose to embrace the moment or wish the moment away.  For today I choose the former…just in time in fact. Look! the deer are holding space for me…a doe and her twins, a young buck and the strong resilient tripod doe who started coming around again this week. She inspires me more than she knows.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Todays poetry form:

triolet:

A (first line)
B (second line)
a (rhymes with first line)
A (repeat first line)
a (rhymes with first line)
nb (rhymes with second line)
A (repeat first line)
B (repeat second line)