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
I smiled intentionally at a stranger today, gave them my place at the front of the line, paid the extra change they were short at the checkout then wished them well as we parted ways they turned briefly and smiled back
it cost me nothing well, two dollars and twenty-one cents for those who are counting I wasn’t…nothing mattered in that moment but being kind, connecting with another person in a world that has forgotten how to care…in a world where benevolence is a radical act
~kat
I will let today’s glimmer poem speak for itself. My inspiration once again comes from gooduniversenextdoor.
“Seedbombing the desolation” There’s so much in the world to fight against. So much. Our “go-to” strategies are taking to the streets, boycotting companies and writing elected officials, but for this prompt, write a poem about tiny gestures or symbolic acts that also signify protest. / Recommended reading: “Guerilla Gardener” by Sarah Carleton and “Political Action” by Bob Hicok
they know where I live the turkeys, the bluejays, the crows, oh, they know where I live the squirrels and the deer…they know they come for a few sprinkles of seed and feed my melancholy soul
~kat
I wish I had a photo to show you. We had to go out for a few hours today. When we returned a 1/2 dozen Jennie’s were wandering around the yard. As we pulled up to the house we noticed one standing at the gate entrance to the back yard and our main entrance. It was if she had been waiting for us to return home.
The wild animals who live in the woods near my property know me. They know my schedule. They watch me from the shadowy brambles and from behind the trees. When I moved here from the city several years ago, people asked me I I would be scared to live out, in the middle of nowhere. But I. Can say without a doubt there is nowhere like this oasis in the middle of the chaos. And there is nowhere I’d rather be but nowhere…here were I have rediscovered my roots and my kinfolk on the edge of civilization.
much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
NaGloPoWriMo 15 April 2025 Prompt: And now for your prompt! While Brother J.C.’s warm-up and Kenyon’s poem might seem very different at first, they’re both informed by repetition, simple language, and they express enthusiasm. They have a sermon/prayer-like quality, and then end with a bang. Your challenge is to write a six-line poem that has these same qualities.
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