I would, if I could, eat soup everyday especially now when uncertainty has my stomach twisted, tied in knots it’s comfort food, yes soup will do, it’s my go to, when I am blue, a simple broth, potatoes, beans, rice or noodles, something green, spinach, kale seasoned well, hot steaming, slurpilicious, can you tell, that soup will do when I’m distressed, better than my first instinct, clearly under great duress, to grab for something salty, sweet, too much of a good thing until I’m stuffed, uncomfortable, just ill I should have had some soup instead but worry makes me lose my head and so I cook a lot these days, soup, of course, for times like these
they surround me ghosts of those who linger here, though eternity called their name long ago their voices soft on the breeze so we may remember how to heal
~kat
Sometimes there is nothing to say. and rather than force some words to fill the void, I embrace the beauty around me and listen to the wind. There is no better place to be (imho of course!)😉
look to tomorrow for new possibilities when today feels lost
~kat
Today was one of those days that did not go as planned. We never saw the plot twist coming. As disappointing as it was and still is, as we try to make sense of things while adjusting our future plans, I’m reminded that expectations rarely guarantee success or satisfaction. In fact, hanging one’s hope on expectations is a vicarious way to move through life. It’s a recipe for disappointment. There are no guarantees in this life, and generally, there is no straight path from “A” to “B”.
But occasionally there are glimmers of
hope to be found on the detours. Sometimes we may find ourselves in a better place without exerting him. It it wise to practice flexibility and open to the possibilities that plot twists can bring.
Go gently my friends and remember, tomorrow is another day!
I didn’t realize in autumn when the leaves of summer were dancing on the wind, that this would be her last fall and winter, her limbs left exposed to bear the bitter cold, I wonder now if she had already left before the first frost, for I had only known her a few years, when her once lush raiment had already thinned… I never rested in her shade on hot, sunny summer days never saw her in full bloom, memories of nested fledglings taking first flights, learning to bend with the fiercest of tempests were things I could only imagine, her bones exposed now against a beautiful sea of green, even now the crows and mourning doves perch on her brittle limbs surveying the landscape and me… how is it possible to miss someone you never truly knew, and yet I do how I wish I had known you old tree, in the spring…
~kat
Another bittersweet day. We need to call a tree service to take this ash tree down. Her fragile condition threatens our vehicles and home should a strong wind overtake her. I’ve watched her slow decline since we moved here a few years ago. I knew it was just a matter of time. But I was not ready for it to be this year. She was a special tree. Recently I noticed this heart-shape hollowed out in the bark on her trunk…a parting goodbye I imagine and a gentle acknowledgement of my admiration for her. It’s as if she showed me her heart.
I am learning as I age the art of letting go…and I am grateful for the grace of these lessons. I think it may actually be a blessing. When my time comes I hope to slip away as gently as my friend, the ash tree.
to live in harmony with nature, let the wind breathe life into your soul feel its purity deeply and rest in the ancient knowing that you are one with everything you see
~kat
It was a beautiful spring morning here in my little spot on the planet. The trees have filled out and green in various shades has blossomed into a beautiful canopy. While it is lovely to take it all in, it’s good to be reminded that we are not just spectators but a part of all we see in the natural world. When I consider this fact it makes perfect sense to tread lightly on the planet, to conserve its resources and to take care of the earth just as she takes care of us.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Oh…and this guy? He’s my old cousin Tom, several times removed, of course! But family nonetheless…can you see the resemblance?! 🤣
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