look to tomorrow for new possibilities when today feels lost
~kat
Today was one of those days that did not go as planned. We never saw the plot twist coming. As disappointing as it was and still is, as we try to make sense of things while adjusting our future plans, I’m reminded that expectations rarely guarantee success or satisfaction. In fact, hanging one’s hope on expectations is a vicarious way to move through life. It’s a recipe for disappointment. There are no guarantees in this life, and generally, there is no straight path from “A” to “B”.
But occasionally there are glimmers of
hope to be found on the detours. Sometimes we may find ourselves in a better place without exerting him. It it wise to practice flexibility and open to the possibilities that plot twists can bring.
Go gently my friends and remember, tomorrow is another day!
I didn’t realize in autumn when the leaves of summer were dancing on the wind, that this would be her last fall and winter, her limbs left exposed to bear the bitter cold, I wonder now if she had already left before the first frost, for I had only known her a few years, when her once lush raiment had already thinned… I never rested in her shade on hot, sunny summer days never saw her in full bloom, memories of nested fledglings taking first flights, learning to bend with the fiercest of tempests were things I could only imagine, her bones exposed now against a beautiful sea of green, even now the crows and mourning doves perch on her brittle limbs surveying the landscape and me… how is it possible to miss someone you never truly knew, and yet I do how I wish I had known you old tree, in the spring…
~kat
Another bittersweet day. We need to call a tree service to take this ash tree down. Her fragile condition threatens our vehicles and home should a strong wind overtake her. I’ve watched her slow decline since we moved here a few years ago. I knew it was just a matter of time. But I was not ready for it to be this year. She was a special tree. Recently I noticed this heart-shape hollowed out in the bark on her trunk…a parting goodbye I imagine and a gentle acknowledgement of my admiration for her. It’s as if she showed me her heart.
I am learning as I age the art of letting go…and I am grateful for the grace of these lessons. I think it may actually be a blessing. When my time comes I hope to slip away as gently as my friend, the ash tree.
to live in harmony with nature, let the wind breathe life into your soul feel its purity deeply and rest in the ancient knowing that you are one with everything you see
~kat
It was a beautiful spring morning here in my little spot on the planet. The trees have filled out and green in various shades has blossomed into a beautiful canopy. While it is lovely to take it all in, it’s good to be reminded that we are not just spectators but a part of all we see in the natural world. When I consider this fact it makes perfect sense to tread lightly on the planet, to conserve its resources and to take care of the earth just as she takes care of us.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Oh…and this guy? He’s my old cousin Tom, several times removed, of course! But family nonetheless…can you see the resemblance?! 🤣
“In a spiritual context, a chrysalis symbolizes a period of transformation, spiritual growth, and rebirth.”
The photos above are the before (left), after (right) and a combination of both (middle).
chrysalis
‘twas just yesterday the trees stood bare on the hills buds burst overnight and new life emerged, greening sweet scent of flowers wafting
cool breezes moan soft tossing fresh leaves as trees sway on the cusp of dusk
~kat
Today is the first day of May. Beltane Blessings to those who celebrate! Also this week I witnessed the annual transformation of the trees from bare limbs to tender green. It’s miraculous actually. Just as I wait eagerly for the return of the hummingbirds, I look forward to waking up one morning to shade, the trees bursting with life. The first flowers, songbirds, the song of peepers along the creek bed as night falls. The world rousing from slumber in a symphony of new life. It’s my favorite thing about this time of year. And I feel so blessed to be here for one more spring.
May your days be filled with sweetness, good health and joy! Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
I felt her watching, ignoring us, glaring, judging, hating our perceived sinfulness, determined not to serve us as if serving us somehow condemned their fragile faith and threatened their entry into heaven I tried to ignore her we just wanted pancakes for breakfast when I was sick the ER desk clerk asked, “who is SHE?” SHE will need to wait outside family only…but, she IS family the doctor won’t see you if SHE is in the room I try to ignore them I just wanted her with me when I was sick the whispers, snide side glances accompany our travels, wherever we go…we second-guess safety make mental notes of unsafe people and places…they claim we have an agenda, that we threaten their families…but we are a family we try to ignore them we just want to live our lives they voted for fools you know the ones who enjoy dividing us the ones who want to tell every he and she how to live and who to be…the ones who want us to suffer and we wonder, how could people who say they love us, choose them we can’t ignore them anymore our lives depend on it
~kat
Today’s Glimmer…The Eight-Spotted Forester Moth. This one’s a beauty. Often mistaken for a butterfly because it travels during the day. Symbol of transformation, beauty, and the importance of embracing change.
Identity politics poetics There’s lots about ourselves that we can’t (and wouldn’t want to) change. Some of those things put us at risk in a culture that, more and more (I’m looking at you, America), “others” all but the straight white male able-bodied experience. It’s critical that we document what that’s like to live with that reality. Maybe you experience harm from -isms or -phobias or maybe you experience privilege. Either way, write a poem related to how perceptions, assumptions or cultural “norms” impact you. / Recommended reading: “evening : girl” by Gabrielle Brant Freeman
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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