anything tranquility amidst the storm when you wake up in a cloud, a pea-soupy shroud, thinking out loud… where fences are for leaning while talking about life and the weather…
the audacious preach virtue in ignorant bliss
it’s not luxury
~kat
A gentle reminder…take care of yourself. That seems to have been the theme of this past week. Even though things have been a little crazy these days, the best thing you can do is remember to take time for yourself. As the last line in the ReVerse says…it’s not a luxury.
I leave you today with photos of a doe and her twin fawns. They are perfect and she is an exceptional mother. This is your moment to take a few moments to breathe.
we have good neighbors here…we rarely see each other, but if we need them or they us, we’ve an open border policy where fences are for leaning while talking about life and the weather
~kat
Living in the hills is a breath of fresh air (literally). Unlike our urban friends whose homes are packed tightly into neighborhoods, with walls and windows mere feet apart, artificially lit by humming street lamps, the scent of exhaust fumes and hot rubber settle in the air, the rural space I call home are green, our neighbors, acres away, rarely seen but occasionally heard on crisp quiet nights when sounds carry in the mist…blips of muffled conversation, laughter, the sound of tires crunching gravel driveways.
It it understood, that we look out for one another. Not in the creepy, peer through shades, nosy neighbor way, filling one’s head with juicy gossip to share at the quick stop. I may only see my neighbors these days a few times a year, but we are community.
Isn’t that what we all want after all? A place to call home, to live out our pursuit of liberty and happiness in peace. Somewhere in this devolution of our humanity we’ve lost our way. It’s ironic to me that living so far from civilization makes me feel less alone than I ever felt in the city. Here where scarce neighbors are neighborly and kindness is an unspoken code.
much love, peace, and glimmers of community to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Sijo
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
when you wake up in a cloud, a pea-soupy shroud, thinking out loud… it’s easy to dismiss the day, bury your head, grab more sleep but the clock ticks away, there are bills to pay, promises to keep
~kat
Sometimes a glimmer can be bittersweet. Today I mourn the removal of the ash tree that first greeted us when we moved to the mountains nearly 5 years ago. It was clear she was on her last legs. Each spring her blooms and leaf sprouts became less and less. This year it was time for her to move on. But not before leaving me with a heart shaped burrow into her trunk. I have no idea how the layers of bark wore away so perfectly. Whether it was a creative insect or a bird that burrowed this simple message. But I like to think she knew how much I loved her… of course I told her so. (Don’t you talk to your trees? If not, you should…and give them a hug if you’re so inclined.)
A nice man and his son happened by looking for work. He’s a tree trimmer by trade and offered his services for a number of trees on our property. He was hungry, he said, and needed the work. He pleaded in broken English (obviously not his native language). After quoting us a very fair price, we hired this man and his son to help us put my heart tree to rest. They worked meticulously, moved the timber to the edge of the woods and cleaned up the debris. We parted ways with a promise to hire him in the future to trim other trees in need of TLC.
The side yard where the tree once stood looks barren now. Ironic how the removal of a barren tree can make an area look more barren. I plan to plant a few trees in its stead. A magnolia, dogwood, or maybe a weeping cherry tree. Ash trees do not do well in this area.
The crows are most upset by her removal. She was their favorite perch. We had many conversations, me on my back porch and them, high above surveying their peanut station, letting me know when it was running low. They gave me quite a talking to yesterday evening from the nearby hickory trees. I hope they forgive me.
Things change…life goes on and the timber of this great old tree will return to the earth becoming shelter for small critters, and food for fungus, lichen, moss and insects. Even in death we, like this old tree have the potential to leave glimmers behind.
Much love, peace , and bittersweet glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
The ash tree over the years above and 2025 below
Sijo
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
I’m honest to a fault. Truly. If I even tell a little white lie to spare someone’s feelings…things like, “what a beautiful baby!” or “No, that dress doesn’t make you look fat…” or “I don’t know who told that! Santa Claus IS real!” You get the gist. Even these little breaches keep me up at night, so I avoid being dishonest at all cost.
Which makes me wonder, when did the truth become treason and lies become gospel? It didn’t happen overnight. Slowly the liars among us repeated the lies and spread them like a virus. The most salacious ones get devoured by the masses looking for a way to fuel their outrage. Hate takes a lot of energy after all. Exposure to a constant barrage of lies day in, day out, desensitizes us to them. Talk about keeping us up all night! 😳
The one thing I cling to is truth. No one can take it from me or anyone else, for that matter. Truth is absolute. It’s not up for debate. It doesn’t require belief or opinion to validate it. It just is. And there is one thing i do know to be true beyond a shadow of doubt…there’s a whole lotta lying going on. I hope we can find our way back to honesty and integrity. A girl can hope!
Much love, peace, and glimmers of truth to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s glimmer…a few photos of the twin fawns I mentioned several weeks ago. I wasn’t imagining them, hallucinating, or lying to you! Most definitely not that! 😊
Poetry form: the Lune. 3/5/3 in word count or syllable count.
beneath all the bitterness there is a whisper of light I still dream of us crushing this life overcoming every storm singing our song together as the rain drenches us to the bone
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