Category Archives: Spirituality

day 82

now

can be
overwhelming to bear
when we are not
present

~kat

A Word Cinquain 5 lines total in the following pattern: 1 word – 2 words – 3 words – 4 words – 1 word.


Suffice to say…today was a MONDAY! I spent much of the day feeling frazzled. Work was a bear.

A new glimmer in my space though is the tree wall art pictured above. Yesterday, I created a little magic by using a string of lights strategically placed behind the design to give it a backlit effect. I needed a little glimmer after my work day. Not that the sunset wasn’t spectacular…it was…not that I wasn’t visited by the crows, songbirds, turkeys and deer …I was. But tonight I just needed a quick fix and my backlit tree did the trick. I was able to sit back in my great room and soak it all in. And for the first time all day I had a few good breaths…slow and deep. A precious moment that saved me!

Peace, Love, and glimmers to you…Remember to breathe.

~kat


day 79

ode to freedom
to symbols of goodness
how special you were
then smooth operators in suits
took power from the people…
it was great for a while

~kat

Tried a new Magnetic Poetry Kit…the Mustache. It’s pretty much a collection of the words you might expect to find in a mustache category. Our country reeks of excessive, aggressive testosterone these days. No offense at all intended toward the gentlemanly men in the world. But hardness and meanness, bullish behavior is celebrated these days. How sad it makes me feel to have to witness this in my lifetime. And how I mourn for my children’s children who are inheriting this disaster.

After work today I walked outside to get some fresh air and soak in the last rays of sunlight. To the west the sun burned bright and golden just above the horizon. To the east storm clouds hung over the budding trees along my driveway. Random raindrops dotted the ground and the wind whistled through the treetops. I needed that glimmer. My day was long and challenging and what little news I caught was not good. But how grateful I am to have lived another day, and to be blessed with such a beautiful sight at day’s end. Grab your glimmers wherever, whenever you can. It is like manna from heaven!

Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!

~kat


day 78

a thousand deaths

death moans lazily
from the edge, as shadows
grow long…another day
fading to black while we
sleep, dreaming, under
a moonlit sky

~kat

It occurs to me that i practice every night for my final journey from this life. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep trusting in the dawn. But I am not promised the dawn. All the more reason to rejoice when it comes and I am given another day to live. Tonight’s sunset was a brilliant display of golden and red hues bouncing off wisps of clouds. If it were to be my last, if dawn never comes, I am grateful that I stopped a moment to breathe, to take it all in. Should dawn greet me tomorrow, I shall rise knowing that a new day is a gift. A reminder to myself to live it fully.

Peace, Love, and Glimmers to You! (If you’re reading this, I am so grateful that you are here and we can share this moment together!)


Magnetic Poetry online – the Original Kit


day 74

do life from your heart

there is poetry
in laughter, but only
if it’s with not at

~kat

Peace, Love, and Heart Glimmers to You!


day 70

Wow…I don’t know if the turkey hens were impressed by this display, but I certainly was, as these Toms strutted their stuff in spectacular fashion! I had just stepped away from my desk for a short break to make a cup of tea …just in time to witness the spring Turkey trot right outside my window.

It feels like spring now. What an amazing glimmer to start my day! I’m so glad I had my phone close by so I could take photos of this annual ritual to share with you.

Meanwhile, the world continued on its chaotic roll today, but there is one thing I know…our leaders cannot cancel spring!

Peace, Amoré ❤️🌹❤️ and glimmers to you!

~kat


a small, significant consolation

at least they cannot cancel spring
as they dismantle everything
healthcare, justice, who needs those
education…that’s got to go
America now has a king

he’s on a binge of firing
while dancing on a puppet string
vile dictators, his band of bros
at least they cannot cancel spring

trees alive with songbirds singing
longer days, blue sky, sun shining
rain-drenched earth where seedlings grow
whatever happens, we can know
nature keeps the world spinning
at least they cannot cancel spring

~kat

Today’s Poetry Form: The Rondeau

The traditional rondeau is a poem consisting of 3 stanzas, 13 original lines, and 2 refrains (of the first line of the poem) with 8 to 10 syllables per line and an A/B rhyme scheme.  

A(R) 
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B   
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B   
A(R)  

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A(R)