drawing lines in the sand when storms come, head to high ground deceptively destructive you can trust your gut the fine print blooms velvet green with violets too soon for my liking
~kat
What an interesting ReVerse this week. It reads like a warning. Can’t say I’m surprised given the world events and the continuing oppressive heat and intense storms of late. It seems as though everyone from the silly leaders who think they are in control, but sorely lacking, and Nature who by all accounts appears to be losing her shit over our insistence that she just fix our mess like she always does. Did I mention wars? There are those too, on too many fronts to count. And war criminals and convicted rapists having tea in remote regions of the world. It’s definitely a good time to be wary, and to watch one’s back, and to keep cool literally and figuratively. At least that’s my plan. Along with a few naps when I can fit them in, and occasionally indulging in a good piece of chocolate, cups of tea, and books.
The world may be spinning in order, or completely out of control. All I can do is what I can do…and be kind along the way…and stopping to notice a glimmer or two.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of kindness to you!
The Fawn, in the tapestry of modern symbolism, may represent the delicate balance between vulnerability and resilience. It whispers of the power found in gentle strength, reminding us that true power isn’t always about brute force. Perhaps it’s about yielding when necessary, adapting to the changing winds, and trusting the wisdom of your intuition. The Fawn spirit animal may also be a symbol of innocence and purity, a reminder to approach the world with an open heart and a curious mind.
The Fawn’s presence in your personal mythology could suggest a deep connection to the natural world and the cycles of life, death, and rebirth. It may symbolize the importance of nurturing your inner child and allowing yourself moments of playfulness and wonder. Perhaps the Fawn calls you to embrace your sensitivity and recognize it as a gift, not a weakness. It could be a guide through the tangled forests of your subconscious, illuminating the path towards self-discovery and wholeness.
In some cultures, the Fawn is associated with new beginnings, hope, and spiritual awakening. It may signify the potential for growth and transformation, reminding you that even in the darkest of times, there is always the promise of renewal. The Fawn could be a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity, a gentle reminder that even the smallest creatures can possess immense inner strength.
they spit this word at wide-eyed apertures to the invisible throngs of loyal lemmings as if words matter
like thoughts and prayers mumbled post mass-slaughter, canned comfort facilitating a contemptible exit, accountability averted…
for, or as penance, it rolls off the tongue like salty retch but their putrid hot breath, reeking of bile, reveals their vapid souls
accountable to none impossible to hold to or for while stripping away autonomy tipping liberty’s scales drawing lines in the sand encroaching decency rendering those seeking to hold them accountable voiceless, vulnerable, voteless…
accountability is just a word
~kat
I had written this yesterday morning, tweaking it a bit, but had not managed to get photos of the most wonderful glimmers…a half dozen or so young turkeys running circles around the deer and older turkeys in my yard at the woods edge…and the emergence of an old friend…a lame doe who has wandered through for several years now, with a fawn in tow. There was also a glimmer from my youngest…a few actual snapshots of her youngest heading off to preschool!
All fine glimmers. All much needed glimmers on a foreboding day of unsettling events…our leader announcing Marshall law in essence in the capital city over a trumped up declaration of urgency employing a fantastical skewing of the facts. He is dictator itching to deploy troops to a city, a state, the country to terrorize the people into submission. I am late to posting, not because I ran out of daylight this time, but because I needed time and a few winks to make sense of it all.
There were such wonderful glimmers presenting themselves to me. They drew me in and held me…searing a memory into me that perhaps was not meant to be captured by a photograph. The young turkeys who I had feared gone, lost to predators, seem to be alive and well, full of life and joyful mischief. I hope you can imagine it. It was a delightful sight to see. And then my dear tripod doe with fawn in tow…hope, joy, resilience…relaying just a few messages, very much needed messages, to snap me back from the edge.
To witness the stunning unraveling of this country at the hands of a madman and his growing army of miscreants, with seemingly no end in sight and no one to stop them, feels like a nightmare…if only it was just a nightmare. Destruction amidst a growing number of people going through the motions of normal, working, playing, shopping, laughing feels a little crazy. It is a little crazy.
While I will have fond memories only (and no photos to burn up memory on my phone) of the visitors to my peaceful oasis…the turkey teens and the doe and her fawn, there were photos captured of my youngest grandson, full of joy, excitement and life! I’ll leave you with a glimpse of those here as a reminder. This is why we can’t give up trying…why we can’t stop fighting for justice.
our resident raccoon left his signature on a chair cushion on our back deck… he likes the peanuts we leave out for the squirrels…yes, little fellow. We see you too!
a ReVerse poem ~ 10 August 2025
there was no music playing no reapers to sow a thousand suns faded to black a brood to fledge before the fall Gabby, my dog, rolled in deer shit today teach(ing) patience
~kat
There is nothing like a reality check to keep you balanced and grounded. I grew concerned at the trend of this week’s ReVerse poem…my favorite lines decidedly grim. Enter my little angel dog, Gabby who illustrated perfectly to me toward the end of this week how allowing the chaos and craziness of the world to stick to me is exactly like rolling in shit! And this, while all around me the wonders of the thriving natural world and the goodness of people being kind elude me, sort of.
As evidenced by the glimmers I did notice it’s clear that I gave them at least moment’s thought. It’s like lifting one’s head out of swirling, deep, rough water to catch a breath before being pulled under once again by the undertow. As if the universe hasn’t been on overtime of late throwing me safety line after line, I have fallen into a whirlpool of worry.
It took a cute little dog covered in ick to snap me out of it…and of course this week’s ReVerse retrospective to see that, like Dorothy from Oz, I have had the power to click my heels back home all along. I had always believed that it is a rocky, winding road to get there. At least that’s what I had been told…but I am realizing home is not somewhere out there, or even over the rainbow, as lovely as that sounds. Home is inside of me. My heart and soul know the way back to center. That little voice inside is starting to break through the noise. It’s as profound and simple as that.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
And in case there was any doubt, here’s a snapshot of this past week of glimmers gently screaming at me to get a life…my life to be more specific….thank you universe!
Today was one of those long days. We attended a midday funeral to celebrate the life of a young man, our friend’s brother. I am not surprised that the universe provided several glimmers to see me through. Starting, of course, with my first African Violet bloom. It was waiting for me when we returned home.
Long and challenging days needn’t always result in roadblocks to peace. Although I have found that detours and roadblocks don’t always come with a map or instructions I do learn from them and if I am open to it, there are always glimmers to light my way. A few of those are illustrated below. Yes it was a long days, but it was also a full day, like the moon tonight, illuminating the darkness.
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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