saturated
rain fell dawn to dusk
the sky mute in shades of gray
healing for the soul
~kat
TGIF. I may sleep in tomorrow. Or not. Exhaustion never rests when the sky is falling.
peace, love, and glimmers…even muted in gray glimmers, to you.
~kat
Category Archives: Spirituality
day 30…still processing
barely a glimmer
it was a good day
yesterday
from blue sky sunlit dawn
to gentle dusk
a productive day of work
lovely breaks for tea
it was a good day until
innocent souls fell from the sky
a horrible accident
a newly coronated president
looking to lay blame for tragedy
on his watch, it was on his watch
blame on his predecessors
on the beautiful diversity
that makes us strong, not weak
it was a good day
in my small patch of earth
and I cling to the goodness
to be found in simple truths
in the rising sun, in bird song
in the satisfaction
of work well done
in a cup of tea
sweetened by cream
long cold, now bitter
my heart breaking
for us all
~kat
This is yesterday’s poetic offering. Sometimes a poem comes to me in swift sequence and sometimes, like yesterday, it takes me all day to sort out my thoughts. Yesterday was one of those days. I started to write in the morning, and added to it during breaks…I admit I was exhausted as yesterday came to a close. And so today you shall see will see two offerings of glimmers as we close out January 2025.
As awful as yesterday was, there were glimmers…tiny, momentary, but glimmers all the same. I cling to these detours from the madness. I cling to the small sparks of hope that they illuminate. Sometimes all we have is a window of light amidst a storm to remind us that the sun is still there in the sky.
Peace, love, kindness, hope, and glimmers to you. Go gently my friends. Be especially gentle with yourself.
~kat
day 25
So life happens…and death. We don’t get to plan what fate has in store for us. My daughters’ father is dying. The when, we don’t know except that it is imminent. He’s on a ventilator and his organs are shutting down. So my girls have headed to the hospital to be together with him. And I keep vigil for them in my heart, sending my love and prayers and encouragement via text and phone calls. Mustering up my glimmering best since it is not my place to be there in person, but they know that I am with them in spirit.
Their dad and I parted ways over thirty years ago when I ended our tumultuous marriage fraught with abuse and his infidelity. The years mellowed us both as our girls grew up, got married and started families of their own. We actually managed to be civil at their weddings, births, and other milestone events. And I had thought that I had made peace with any and all goodbyes that needed to be said to him.
It’s strange a thing when death draws near. The atmosphere seems to shift. I suppose I needed one more goodbye…and so I did what I do. I wrote about it. RIP PBC.
so strange, the thinning veil
i would have planned
a great goodbye
if I had known
your time was nigh
we’d share a beer
remembering
the twists and turns
that life can bring
but death descends
collects his due
in just a blink
the best of you
we’re left behind
no guide or clue
to let us know
what we should do
they tell me you
can hear me still
goodbye old friend
until…until…
~kat
day 22
but first…
you can do better
you can be kind to others
but start with yourself
~kat
I took a moment for me today. It’s not something I do regularly or easily. With responsibilities and work taking up most of my time, moments are rare. Today was super busy, not to mention how crazy the world is. But I took a moment. I stood outside and gazed at the stars in the sky and breathed a sigh. Sometimes we need to be intentional, creating our own glimmers, with a little help from the cosmos. From stars that most likely no longer exist but for a remnant of flickering light. Shining, dare I say, glimmering just for me and my moment.
Peace, love, and glimmers to you.
~kat
Day 21
sister fawn
a fawn came to call
tendering moments of peace
quelling the chaos
~kat
Yesterday was everything and worse than I had expected. Just one day, and already people are suffering. I purposely didn’t watch the events as they unfolded on TV, intent on not being counted amongst those tuning in…numbers being all these monsters care about. But I caught up on the fallout in snippets. I’m so sad for the innocents, so mad for the blatant lies and vile disrespect for outgoing and past leaders, appalled and outraged that the criminals from the coup in 2020 have been given a get out of jail free card. Set free to render retribution and continue their violent rage-filled assault on our country. It is beyond horrible.
But in the midst of my despair, a visitor came calling just outside the window of my room. Folklore tells us when a fawn crosses one’s path, she is a messenger of peace, innocence, and the purity of new beginnings. A call to step forward, leaving behind the worries of the past, to step forward with optimism, to trust one’s intuition and inner wisdom.
After reading this, I paused to breathe. It is all noise, what we’re witnessing. Extremism on steroids to feed the bloodlust of ignorant followers. Just as the fawn shared a gentle moment with me, (a beautiful glimmer, if you will), I can move forward in gentleness and kindness to those who suffer. It’s a good reminder.
Peace, love, kindness, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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