the bloodied ground was ripe with asinine assumptions… while back to school slaughtering overshadowed by martyrdom set the air afire with diversion
but the list exists alive and well with tales to tell
~kat
In times like these, brevity is the safest way to respond to the absurdity. It’s tempting to join the cacophony of speculation…but it is prudent to refrain from adding to the noise.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. (today’s glimmers are the moments I remember to breathe)
Loading up the hummingbird feeders one last time in 2025.
red-throated hummingbird migration
one last sweet nectar feast before fledglings and seasoned fluttering flyers take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct due south to winter in the Panamanian tropics along the Gulf of Mexico until the spring when they return to nest
~kat
The long hot days of summer seemed endless when we were in the thick of it, wilting in the heat and humidity day after sweltering day. And then, just like clockwork, the days grew shorter, the air snapped crisp and cool, and the trees turned from green to shades of gold, red, and amber. Just like that the hummingbirds drained my nectar feeders in a feeding frenzy to fatten themselves up before heading south.
I will miss them. They’re happy chirping outside the window while I work. But winter is coming. And winter is no place for a delicate hummingbird to be. As sure as their radar directs them to the tropics, I rest in the assurance that they will return come spring, like they do every year…like clockwork.
I wonder what it is like to trust one’s instinct so doggedly that taking a thousand mile trip into the unknown known is just the annual thing one does when the temperature drops. I wonder if I have instinctual, intuitive capacity hidden somewhere inside me. I wonder if I surrendered to it, trusted and had faith enough that I would at long last find my way to nirvana or utopia, or whatever destination it is that we all seem to be driving toward. Somewhere along the way from birth to these many decades later, I’ve forgotten how to fly. The truth is, I have forgotten I have wings. How grateful I am for the lessons of my little friends. In fact I feel a little flutter in my heart just thinking of it!
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
not gonna brag…but…
words are meaningless so instead of telling me show me who you are
~kat
It’s been a while since I took a snapshot of my little African Violet. She’s doing well in the window facing morning sun. And she is the perfect example for my little poem in response to today’s prompt. She doesn’t need to brag about blooming. She just blooms.
I took the long way home for justice, for peace kisses, to help me breathe, in deeply speaking truth, hoping to be seen smoke knows no borders teach me how to let go
~kat
Reentry can feel like being swept up in a whirlwind. Not gonna lie, the last week has been a bit tempestuous. While traveling through 5 states immersed in the memories of each place it’s easy to forget the day to day. It’s not a bad thing to step off the treadmill for a season. But as I look back over the past week, no matter how far removed from the drama, I am consistently myself. I care deeply about others and seek peace, justice and compassion for everyone…everyone. Even as I recounted memories of my vacation, truth and justice found a way to be remembered as well. It’s a good to know I’m on the path I’m meant to be on, rain or shine, no matter where I find myself.
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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