gentle visitors emerge from the trees at dusk grace before a storm
~kat
There is another s snow event heading our way. They name snow storms now you know. This one is named Kingston. He is carrying a ton of snow to our region. At least that’s the best guess of meteorologists.
The name Kingston is old English and means simply, “the king’s town”. And a thought occurred to me and made me smile. We don’t have a king here. Not here in these foothills…not in this state…not in this country. Not yet anyway. But right here, right now, I have visitors who happened by. Graceful, beautiful souls to remind me to go gently into this night. Come snow by dawn or not, Kingston is just passing through and spring is coming. Most surely, spring is in the wings.
take a moment, remember to breathe when life overwhelms you, calm your soul embrace the path to serenity
immerse yourself in pure love and peace when adversity comes, take control take a moment, remember to breathe
release all fear and set worries free you owe it to yourself you know embrace the path to serenity
you know the way so don’t be deceived your heart is where the light of truth glows take a moment, remember to breathe
let the world wait, all the time you need connect to source where all wisdom flows take a moment, remember to breathe embrace the path to serenity
~kat
It has become an obsession. The only way I can survive these uncertain times is through mindfulness and basically, simply, remembering to breathe. All any of us truly has assured is the present moment. It is available to me every moment. When I pause the noise in my head, focus on the moment and my breath, it is a calming reminder that I am okay in the right here and now. In fact I am so okay that the beauty around me, birdsong, all good things, my loved ones, the blessings that color this gift of life that I live, all these things have a moment to cover me in grace. Remember to breathe.
Peace, Love, and Glimmering Moments to you!
~kat
Today’s verse is brought to you by the “villanelle”. Read more about this form below!
Villanelle
When you’ve got an obsession or another intense fixation, write about it in a villanelle. The villanelle is a poetic form that originated in France, initially as a variation of pastoral poetry. Villanelles are specifically about obsessions and follow a strict form:
Spent several hours in the office space where I worked for 7 years before the pandemic sent me home to work remotely. It felt like a ghost town, but was a haven in the storm where I was able to recharge our generator batteries. Thankfully we didn’t need to use them for more than a few hours. in case you missed it… a huge glimmer her and gratefulness for access to resources.
Some random thoughts as I catch up on the past two days
day 45 ~ and we wait
blackout
the prospect of one more night of bitter cold, of darkness, of death our tropical fish succumbing one by one it’s an unbearable burden my best attempts to sustain us woefully inadequate but I keep fighting the warm-blooded souls under our roof huddled, hanging on to the promise that the services we depend upon will be restored before day’s end heartened by activity, tree removal and utility trucks, in the neighborhood trust slipping away by the hours as darkness once again swallows the light
but I digress… is this what it will be like In coming years as safety nets are eliminated, as our country crumbles as the loyalists of the king are rewarded and those of us opposed or other are excluded to fend for ourselves… must prepare, must be better prepared
huddled under layers of clothes and blankets I close my eyes in hope that at least this night the light will break through, that power will be restored, that we will be safe again and then a sputter, the hum of electronics, the computer screens flash on, the printer reboots and the heat growls to a start i lay motionless, while the grid surges wondering if it is temporary or real …waiting…wondering…waiting hoping…as the room becomes warmer a sigh, a full breath of relief … such relief short lived, as my mind rudely intrudes must be better prepared…must prepare
~kat
An update. Just lost a few tetras…the other fish held on!
day 46~affirmations
repeat after me…
I’m still here I matter I have value I am worthy I am brave I am a survivor I deserve respect I deserve to be happy I deserve to be free I am smart I am compassionate I am kind I am light I am love and yes I am here…I AM SO HERE!
Peace, love, and glimmers of affirmation to you, and remember, you are a magnificent soul.
chickens…maybe a goat or two…a donkey, a cow I’m thinking that should do the time to be prepared is now we’ll need a garden, jars for canning candles, and bulk bins of beans, flour, grain, necessities, basic things to self sustain these latter days pro activity’s the way survivors thrive, while making do with what’s on hand we’ll make it through we’ve known plenty, we’ve known want life‘s not always been a jolly jaunt but don’t you fret, at least you won the vote you cast can’t be undone your guy, dictator for a day, lusts for the power to take away all safety nets, all social norms his vile band of misfits swarm to steal the bounty for themselves karma sucks you know, and hell is raging here on earth, it’s sad you never believed it could be this bad chickens…maybe a goat or two…a donkey, a cow I’m thinking that should do we’ll make it through
~kat
In times like these, crazy thoughts keep me up at night. Things like, how can we mitigate the rising cost of food…eggs in particular or so I’ve been told are a major concern… like toilet paper during the pandemic! As the prices soar they should at least be gold. No more environmental protections, no more regulations to keep our food and water safe. No medical research, no education department, no more wokeness. Diversity doesn’t exist! Wipe those policies from the books, rewrite history. Make the “others”disappear. Take all those treasures gutted from our hallowed halls to an offshore bank. Tax the masses for more. it’s a nightmare that keeps growing more real. But, on a bright note…you knew I would get there, right? As a survivor, I know what to do. Prepare as best I can for the worst and hope for the best. That’s your glimmer for today. be prepared…and hope. And be kind to others and yourself.
Our electricity has succumbed once again to the snow and ice. I write to you this evening on a fading phone battery and by candlelight. The total darkness that surrounds me only adds to the drama and gravity of this moment in time. But unlike power outages past, this time I have a small generator and a space heater to keep us. This time we were prepared. We’re going to be okay…
Peace, Love, and Glimmers of Hope and Resilience to you and yours!
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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