Category Archives: Spirituality

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


day 20 … a tiny glimmer

Not gonna lie. Today is going to be a dark day for many of us. Sometimes we find glimmers deep inside. It’s worth guarding. To all keepers of the embers of hope, love, peace, justice…we are one. Hold onto the light so that others may find their way out of this present darkness. Peace, love and glimmers to you.

And in the words of a great man whose life we commemorate today…

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

~Martin Luther King, Jr.

frozen over

I was there
the day hell
froze over
when demons raided
our hallowed halls
to crown their king
laughing
in the face
of liberty
her torch
extinguished
by the tears
of our mothers
as decades
were blotted out
by a sharpie scribble
when the halls of justice
usurped by profiteers
sold their souls
and ours
to the highest bidder
filling their pockets
with coins of bit
someday
if my children’s
children’s, children
should wonder
please tell them
I was there that day
face bitter to the wind
guarding the embers
of faith, hope, and love
in my soul
in my dna
that they might
one day
find a spark
in their heart
to lead them back
to the light

~kat - 20 January 2025

Day 12 – glimmer and grace

deer at the bird feeders

how lovely, these three
deer friends happened by, their grace,
prompting me to breathe
we coexist peacefully
sisters from different mothers

~kat

fallout

fallout

everything changed
nothing changed
i stand at the edge
of despair unable to exhale
shrouded in the dread
of threatened promises
unleashed by ignorance,
the stench of hate dripping
from the rafters amidst
wind-raped, naked trees
loss of daylight adding
insult to undeserved misery
a chill, an ungodly silence
cups my ears like a sonic boom
no one hears my screams…
even if they did, they’d revel
in my suffering, the transaction
of wholesale soul acquisition is
complete, bloodthirsty monsters
wielding the sickle to collect
a harvest sown by lies
justice buried alive under the heap
I’m fading to black,
clinging to embers of hope
flickering in the wake of rage
faint glimpses of love, compassion,
kindness, and truth to keep me
as winter approaches swiftly
from the four corners, everything
in its season…to sleep…to dream
spring is coming, she’s coming
she’s coming…right?
this little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine
let it shine
let it shine
let it
shine

-kat-


wild blackberries

wild blackberries 

I don’t mind
being encroached upon
by the invasive species
of these foothills…
blackberry brambles
hug the long driveway
to my house on the hill
bursting with fruit
I don’t mind
that the deer, the squirrels,
the rabbits, chickadees, finches,
cardinals, and wrens will glean
most of this year’s bounty…
I don’t even mind sharing
with bullish, boisterous bluejays
I’ll happily savor my annual
handful of luscious sweets, fingers
stained a lovely shade of purple-blue
how gracious my neighbors are
sweetly serenading me, gracing
me with visits that take my breath
they don’t mind me
trudging noisily along the wood’s edge
rustling them from their burrows
and perches…they don’t mind
being encroached upon by me…

~kat