Blessed Imbolc!!! May you and yours be warmed by the growing light and longer days and the hope that this season brings for new beginnings!
sacred season of spring’s light dawning darkness fading gentle murmurs from the deep…fertile seeds who long to see the sun
~kat
A photo of the hills to the west, a magnetic poetry poem using the Nature kit, and a very joy-filled, glimmery, blessed Imbolc to you and yours. On this day we are reminded that the darkness never lasts forever, that new life and spring is in the wings and that we can forge our own new beginning. The constancy of the seasons gives us comfort and hope for a new season of light in our own lives.
Peace, Hope, Love and Glimmers of the coming light of Spring to you.
~kat
P.S. yes…I’m still looking for glimmers. Day 32 and counting.
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.
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…
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.
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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