a fungus among us…a photo montage
This group of true mushrooms started showing their green little heads at dawn in my banana tree pot. They progressed from buttons to hooded in just one day! By night they had already toppled over and were returning back into the damp soil. It’s an ancient cycle that has been happening for eons!
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
no rest for the weary…
sleep comes easy for the heartless who’ve sold their souls to hate
to those who relish cruelty while hoarding privilege, wealth, and treasure
while the night hums with the prayers of souls, woke, who cling to hope for the dawn
evil under cloak of night…
the lawless are positively giddy in the dark halls of power
as they pull the plug on a dying nation’s life support
people die everyday…they’ll get over it…we won
and yet…on a final glimmering note:
i watched a squirrel atop a birdfeeder sending bits of seed
to the waiting mouths of landfeeders: deer, turkeys, mourning doves
even the smallest of creatures are capable of kindness
Even when I find myself exhausted from the troubling direction that the leaders of our country are taking us, the natural world draws me in to give me the assurance that everything is not lost. There is still order on the world. Night and day, the seasons, new life blooming and birthing all around me…and random fascinating acts of kindness from the smallest (my squirrel friend tossing seeds to those waiting below) to the tallest…the trees providing haven and shade on hot summer days. There is balance and a sort of routine to the natural ecosystem. Even nature’s predators are not being hateful when collecting their prey. It is survival…it is the cycle of life.
Humans, given our big brains, could learn a thing or two from the world around us. I try to focus on the things nature is trying to teach me, especially when the humans around me are acting badly. It’s tempting to retaliate, to have the upper hand, to win at all costs and then gloat over my rightness. I’m not always successful. Sometimes I get downright mad!
But at the end of the day those types of victories don’t fill me with happiness or contentment. Acts of kindness, a smile toward a stranger who receives it and smiles back, helping someone without them needing to ask, forgiving those who trample over me in word or action and hoping they might eventually figure out why they’re so angry that they have to hurt others. Hoping they find peace one day…maybe through kindness I can be a light. Those things give me peace…and a purpose, especially in times like this, when it’s easy to feel hopeless.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…remember to be kind, let that light of yours shine. ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
~kat
Poetry form: Sijo
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
I need a ReVerse…can we have a do-over?!
in the deep, I am forever
(as) the dust settles
a gentle prodding
you cannot wish our souls away
wrapped in grace and trust…
insanity reigns
~kat
The natural world is not always rainbows and butterflies. But it is a just and fair cycle of life. Sometimes I get a front row seat like today.
The day started like it usually does. A perfect summer morning. A bit of a breeze, which is always fragrant this time of year. This morning I detected a hint of honeysuckle. One of my deer friends came by to say good morning, so a tossed her a bit of corn to munch on. I had some errands to run…before settling in for a little cat nap.
And that’s when I saw him, a magnificent red shouldered hawk perched a few yards away from the bird feeders. It was clear that the finches, cardinals, wrens, tits, cowbirds, and mourning doves had sent out the alarm…best to take shelter…danger from above. (Ironic, isn’t it, that humans in various locations are exercising a similar practice these very days…but for much more selfish, malevolent reasons…power, greed, and hate…but I digress…)
The hawk, though his shadow from above scattered the smaller critters here in the woods, he was not being hateful or vindictive, or even monstrous. He just had an empty belly to fill, and the felled tree trunk beneath him just happened to be home to several smaller rodent-types. Field mice and chipmunks, snakes and lizards. I know he has harvested birds on occasion…the splattering of feathers is a dead giveaway.
But today poultry was not on the menu. He was looking for a snack (I suspect this because there were 1/2 a dozen squirrels collecting seeds under the feeders, and he was not interested in the least.) I stepped away from my window seat for a few minutes and when I returned, he was gone, either bored from the blight of fresh options or he had found what he came for. To my delight all the birds had returned to the feeders, the squirrels were beneath catching the seeds that dropped to the ground. And I thought, what a lovely glimmer…life goes on.
But that was not the end of mother nature’s glimmer show today. Soon a turkey hen made her way to the feeders to pluck seeds from the ground…and to my surprise and delight she had a young chick I tow, showing it the ropes on this little acre in the foothills.
She even introduced it to the red clay hill nearby and showed it how to take a dust bath. Life does indeed go on!
One more…a video of the hen-chick spa day!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
a pi-ku
what the fuck
Trump…
insanity reigns!
~kat
Today…this first day of summer, this sacred space in the woods revealed an abundance of glimmers to hold me as the events of the world devolved into even more chaos.
Loaded with symbolism, I feel even more connected to the universe. I’m sharing them with you as I hold our world close to my heart. May the innocents everywhere find peace and hope as madmen in high places play roulette with our welfare.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
All these messages today…from the this little acre on the edge of the woods. None of us knows what the future holds, in this time of great instability and uncertainty, but we are never alone. We are a community. I wish you…I wish us all peace.
fantastical indulgences
on a mid-summer night
if I never filled another
feeder with sunflower seeds,
millet, fruit and wheat berries,
if I never broke bits of bread
tossing them into the back yard
for the crows…or laid peanuts
on the edge of the covered porch
deck for squirrels to snatch …
if I never scattered feed corn for
the deer and wild turkeys who
meander by each day at dawn
and dusk, or never dissolved
white sugar in warm water
for the hummingbird jars
hanging just outside my window…
the birds on this acre
on the edge of the woods
would still go to sleep
bellies plump and satiated,
the crows would have plenty
to feast on…nuts, insects, eggs,
and even carrion, the squirrels
would happily gather hickory nuts,
grains, berries and seeds,
the deer would munch on
juniper berries and graze on
clover with the rabbits, the turkeys
would busy themselves plucking
grubs and mites from the red dust,
and seeds from the soil, and the
hummingbirds would sip sweet
nectar from flower cups alongside
the butterflies and honeybees
these gentle friends don’t need me
life will go on when I am gone,
but oh, how I’d miss the little
community we’ve built, a utopia
based on kindness and respect
in this shared green space
that we all call home sweet home…
and I’d like to imagine that they
would miss me and my rambling
one-sided conversations too.
I wonder if they’d miss the
moments that we share space
and breath and eye contact
wrapped in grace and trust…
I like to imagine that they would
~much love, peace and glimmers to you!
✨✨✨💚kat💚✨✨✨
Today’s lovely glimmers…
like mercury colliding... 