East Wing of The White House…”The People’s House” October 21, 2025 / Photo Credit: Pedro Ugarte/AFP via Getty Images
This makes me so sad…so I wrote about it…
a reckoning…we were warned
he’s planning to stay in the white house, you know paving rose gardens, wrecking east walls in horror, the world sees our once great nation fall while powerful cowards sell off their own souls paving rose gardens, wrecking east walls he’s planning to stay in the white house, you know
~kat
It’s a rollercoaster isn’t it? I had an appointment today. One of the rare times I head into town, leaving my house in the foothills. When I returned to my car this was on the front hood…
It’s a little acorn cap, right there for me to see. Of course, to me this was no ordinary acorn cap. In that moment, I imagined that a faerie just might have left it there for me to find…to show me that my beloved patch of land in the woods is never far away, even when I find myself in the city. I carry the woods with me in my heart and soul wherever I go. Actually I carry nature’s glimmers with me wherever I go…because, dare I say it…I am nature and nature is me…I am a glimmer!
That sounds a bit arrogant I’m thinking, but I feel that spark in me. Even on a day when the news is sad. Even amidst concrete and blacktop and bricks and mortar. Even in the midst of busy blank faces.
sometimes I wonder who rescued who when you showed up at my door that day you and your kittens, of course I let you stay how helpless you were, what else could I do when you showed up at my door that day sometimes I wonder who rescued who
~kat
Today’s glimmer…a snapshot of two of my rescue cats. They have never both lounged in the hammocks on the cat tree at the same time. What a sight they were. Like bookends, mama cat, Matilda, on the right, and her daughter, Frankie (our resident fur-ball artist extraordinaire) …somewhere her brother Schrödinger lurks…in the shadows always, true to his name…he might be in this photo…or he might not. It made me smile. 5 years ago or so, Matilda, who had been tossed out to fend for herself by her previous not very nice owner, found her way under my front porch when it was time to have her kittens. She must’ve known I couldn’t turn her or her babies out into the elements once I knew they were residing under my house. She had four kittens in all. Three white and one jet black. We found a lovely home for the two white fur boys…which left us with the trio who live with us to this day. Matilda and Frankie are lovely affectionate purr generators…Schrödinger is a feral beast. It has taken me five years to be allowed to touch him briefly with a gentle pet as he lounges on the upper ledge of the cat tree after his dinner. He does wander through the house now, like he owns the place. Oh to live the life of the animals that find their way into our home and hearts! I suppose they chose us…or at least Matilda did. It’s a privilege to be trusted by the universe to care for them.
A bit of digital art to illustrate my musings today. (The original photo below)
raven call
there’s a raven in the woods nearby it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound could it be mourning the bird I found who suffered days, only to die it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound there’s a raven in the woods nearby
~kat (Biolet - ABbaBA)
My bird identification application confirmed what I suspected. The ailing black bird who passed away in my yard may actually have been a raven. I would have continued to believe it was a crow, except that in the following days I heard the distinct voice of a lone raven in the woods. I wondered if the sounds i heard were the mourning wails of the deceased bird’s mate. Ravens are thought to be lifelong partners. I can only imagine the grief of losing a partner. The fates have been kind to me in that respect. Even though it never presented itself to me visibly, its calls were unmistakably raven.
In those moments I paused to grieve with it. And I hoped in a small way this lone surviving soul sensed my concern for its suffering. And most importantly as I stood silently listening I hoped it felt heard. Isn’t that what we all long for? To be seen…to be heard.
That’s my glimmer inspiration for today. Nature and this planets are always uttering messages to us. The question is, are we listening.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of presence to you!
It’s been a bit of a whirlwind my friends. Had a biopsy on Thursday to check a troubling spot…won’t know the results for a few weeks.
Met my second great-granddaughter on Saturday, and also spent time at a fall festival with my youngest daughter’s family and three of my grandkids.
Chores and dinner with friends on Sunday. And today shopping for an alternative heat source so we are not stranded and freezing when the power goes out this coming winter…notice I didn’t say if we lose power, but when.
Oh and in the midst of all this one of my beloved crows fell ill, injured or just old, and I kept vigil, caring for him best I could with extra food, because of course he decided to do it at our feeder near our house. He was nowhere to be found today…I can only surmise he either fell victim to a predator, or picked a private place to ascend. Now my other crows are staying clear of me and the feeder. They must think I killed him. At least the deer came by this evening to cheer me up.
So…I did manage to write a few poems today. It was an effort. And I did manage to find several glimmers in the midst of this chaos. Don’t even get me started on the state of the world! Looks like the Gaza Riviera is one step closer to becoming DT’s next venture. (I am happy for the families reunited but there are still people and children suffering…). Thank goodness for glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Catch up Monday
day 282
as the crow . dies the flock members cry for one of their own hovering close by, never alone cycle of life, so bittersweet ironically dying crows foretell good fortune
~kat
Pi Archimedes poem ~ Syllable count by line: 3.1415926535
A dead crow in your yard may symbolize transformation, change, or new beginnings, while some believe it represents the end of bad things. In case you missed it this is my glimmer in the midst of sadness for this beautiful soul. It’s gift to me in parting.
day 283
hypocrisy
peacemakers don’t deal in hate they don’t destroy families, denying rights crush all dissent, while stirring up fights these cruel acts are not up for debate they don’t destroy families, denying rights peacemakers don’t deal in hate
~kat
Biolet - It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines).
Some glimmers in the midst of madness…
day 284
biopsy ~ a haiku
it might be cancer a benign statement proving it’s not in my head
~kat
And finally, taking in the beauty that surrounds me. It’s moments like these that I cherish, come what may. Peace to you. ✨💚✨
they call her sir and him and he with her short hair it’s hard to tell her voice is deep, she’s butch as hell no trace of femininity with her short hair it’s hard to tell they call her sir and him and he
why should it matter anyway she’s female biologically but people judge by what they see assume the worst, shes trans or gay she’s female biologically why should it matter anyway
people fear what they don’t know choose sides, draw lines, lash out in hate a quest to make this country great those not like them will have to go refuse to learn, lash out in hate people fear what they don’t know
men o’pause
it starts with goosebumps then come the tingling flashes menopause is hot
paws of attraction
puppy breath intoxicating mind control
gone viral
doom scrolling a numbing pastime with recipes
word dump
I have thoughts things that should be said mums the word
~kat
much love, light, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s Glimmer? It’s a little thing…sweater weather is finally here! That is all. Stay warm. Be kind. ✨💚✨
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