almost spring . rain drenches sleepy roots whispering softly wake up my loves, winter is fading the sun draws ever so closely courting you to bloom. you dreamt it dear ones…spring is nigh
~kat
Tried something new…adding verse to video. It could use improvement, but after several hours of tweaking and learning a new program…this is it for now! 😆
If you’d just like 30 seconds worth of rain sounds to settle your soul…here you go. (Disclaimer: the contents of this video clip and its videographer are not liable for any bladder awakenings that may occur…listen to it at your own risk! 😆)
Rain in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills (a few moments of zen and healing) ~kat 2026
lying eyes . they would like us all to accept their bold lies to move on, surrender, get on with our lives but we can’t unsee it the hot truth screaming from our phones her last words, her smile kindness snuffed out in an instant by hate wielding a gun, trained to kill, from every angle, time-lapsed, freeze-framed they can’t hide we can’t, won’t forget
~kat In memory of Renee Nicole Good, may she rest in peace.
I woke this morning to rain. It will be an all day event. Gray, muted skies and the rhythmic tapping of raindrops on the soft, and growing softer, saturated ground.
I often view rain as tears from heaven. This weekend especially, it is fitting that the universe is bereft as it witnesses the horrors we humans inflict on one another by day and candlelit parks and byways, like stars fallen to the earth, flickering, as those seeking answers and justice gather shoulder to shoulder by night to remember the innocents lost to hate.
I’ll close today’s post with this second poem inspired by the rain…
raining tears . i stand here looking up face drenched in raindrops hiding the tears I’ve held for too long cold, hot wet, my raw eyes, burning my heart breaking for this world gone mad may we all find peace and healing and the resolve to stand clear-eyed in the breach between good and evil unflinching and unblinking united to take our country back much love, peace, healing, and glimmers…
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I’m trying, truly trying to hold onto hope. This almost full year (one more day!) of glimmers has helped me. I hope if you have joined me on this quest, that the glimmers I’ve shared, and the ones you have discovered and shared with me as well, have helped you during this dark time. Keep the lights on my friends. 💚
(Pi Sequence poems using these digits to set syllable counts for each line: 3.14159265358979323)
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
Mr. Bean, age 24 years, hates getting photographed. He ruffles his feathers and hides when I pull out my phone. Smart boy!
long in tooth . gray thinning hair, smile lines, soft belly, pale skin the mirror tells a morbid story one foot in the grave, clock ticking but my soul knows no age she twinkles from my clear blue eyes that girl with big dreams, still reaching, taking up space like she owns the place… she’s earned it, every inch
~kat (poem inspired by pi sequence syllable count: 3.1415926535897)
I tried to take a break from the news today. It has gone from bad to worse. And it never stops! I am outraged by recent events as the truth breaks through the lies. I plan to stay the course. To use my voice. And on that note, I caught a few seconds of Gabby singing the song of her tribe. In this world of liars, be a Gabby, pure, fearless, and brave as only a tiny little pint of a dog can be.
Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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Gabby…Call of the Wild (with Mr. Bean egging her on in the background!)
One more glimmer…you know you need it! Tonight’s beautiful, beautiful sky. As I gaze at the stars I imagine you, dear reader, looking at those same stars. Here’s looking at YOU! 💚😊💚
all things being equal day to night, light to darkness temperatures cooling time to consider letting go as leaves fade and trees surrender to the wind change is coming, change is here darkness is looming night will consume the day for a season it will seem as though the light will never be as bright, but remember, seasons come and they go…it’s just a matter of time before the fragile balance shifts once again, and spring emerges from winter, let us stand in the balance all things being equal, together, our hearts warmed by hope, compassion and truth we are not alone let the harvest commence with blessings enough to keep us through the coming winter… blessings enough to grace us all
~kat
Today’s glimmer is the sounds of dusk on this beautiful, magical Autumnal Equinox.
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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