gentle visitors emerge from the trees at dusk grace before a storm
~kat
There is another s snow event heading our way. They name snow storms now you know. This one is named Kingston. He is carrying a ton of snow to our region. At least that’s the best guess of meteorologists.
The name Kingston is old English and means simply, “the king’s town”. And a thought occurred to me and made me smile. We don’t have a king here. Not here in these foothills…not in this state…not in this country. Not yet anyway. But right here, right now, I have visitors who happened by. Graceful, beautiful souls to remind me to go gently into this night. Come snow by dawn or not, Kingston is just passing through and spring is coming. Most surely, spring is in the wings.
the song of spring murmurs softly deep beneath the earth where roots and seeds rest blanketed under winter’s beautiful frosting
~kat
As we brace for another of winter’s last tantrums…his days are numbered and he knows it…I imagine the magnificent miracle of life rumbling just beneath my feet. Winter lasts for a season. spring is coming.
Peace, Love, and Frosted Glimmers to you! Spring will be here soon!
how are you doing? four words that are everything especially when I don’t have the answer thank you friend…I’ll let you know
~kat
Honestly, I have no words. I’m sorry world. America has gone mad. But there were glimmers still. A friend sent me the text above late last night. I saw it this morning. It meant a lot when I read it…and even more as this day has progressed.
Today’s message…be a glimmer for someone. Reach out. You never know how a simple hello can change a person’s day.
disobedience offering sweet corn to deer hell frozen over
desperate for safety they come with nothing, but hope disobedience compassion knows no boundaries defying abject cruelty
~kat
Well, it’s official. Here in the US our resident winter weather oracle, the great and powerful Punxsutawney Phil, groundhog extraordinaire, saw his shadow this very morning at Gobbler’s Knob in Pennsylvania, declaring for all that there will be six more weeks of winter. I’m kinda over it, but hey Phil said it so it must be true.
Wish we had a similar forecaster who could tell us what to expect regarding the state of our society…oh wait…we do. When his handlers let him out of his secure bunker, lured into daylight by a double quarter pounder with cheese, he tells us exactly what to expect…and then does it, or at least tries to. Silly, sad wannabe. We just have to pay attention. if it means being awake, or woke as the kids say. Welp I don’t know about you but I’m thinking out loud here…this is NO TIME to sleep.
I confess, I am a criminal…I toss handfuls of corn for the deer on my property. It’s fucking freezing out there. There is barely anything left to forage for, and now Phil tells us we have six more weeks of this shit. I’m not opposed to civil disobedience when it comes to being a decent COMPASSIONATE HUMAN BEING!!! But I digress. Suffice to say I am not sleeping through the next four years of winter…did I say four years…I meant to say FOUR YEARS!!! Let this be my personal glimmer to you, for anyone who needs to know. I am a safe place. (You know what to do.)
Peace, love and fucking glimmers to you. Sorry, not sorry, about the colorful language…words have power. We need to be loud, obnoxious and unapologetically out, upfront, and in the face of injustice and hate. This is not a dress rehearsal. Shits got real.
~ unapologetically kat
Today’s poetry form is the HAINKA. Learn more about it HERE.
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.
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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