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
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?! 🤣
“In a spiritual context, a chrysalis symbolizes a period of transformation, spiritual growth, and rebirth.”
The photos above are the before (left), after (right) and a combination of both (middle).
chrysalis
‘twas just yesterday the trees stood bare on the hills buds burst overnight and new life emerged, greening sweet scent of flowers wafting
cool breezes moan soft tossing fresh leaves as trees sway on the cusp of dusk
~kat
Today is the first day of May. Beltane Blessings to those who celebrate! Also this week I witnessed the annual transformation of the trees from bare limbs to tender green. It’s miraculous actually. Just as I wait eagerly for the return of the hummingbirds, I look forward to waking up one morning to shade, the trees bursting with life. The first flowers, songbirds, the song of peepers along the creek bed as night falls. The world rousing from slumber in a symphony of new life. It’s my favorite thing about this time of year. And I feel so blessed to be here for one more spring.
May your days be filled with sweetness, good health and joy! Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
mother of my mother may the fates grant me a few more years the pillars on the hill are toppling, tumbling to the ground you ask what…and I ask why i wake up to the sun at dawn underneath the juniper trees a splash of summer I don’t need pennies for my thoughts… death himself leaned in, posthaste… this moment will be over soon i hear it was here cold and dreary…it’s grey there is no middle ground on which to stand it’s raining helicopters and jets It’s exactly as we planned may she rest in pieces it’s not normal how normal things seem, a day lost, never to be recovered they know where I live I saw kids playing ball, people I smiled intentionally it’s not junk if love were a tree until the truth is impossible to know it’s not as bad as you say it is people who say they love us, choose them we don’t miss what we don’t know destroying democracy is not enough celebrate love and the dead what you see is what you get instead, join me in the bliss come to fetch me… as our souls begin to spill out, just in time to watch the sun rise…
~kat
Wow! What a grand poetry month is was! And what glimmers to boot! And here we are at the end 100 days of madness…1,361 days to go. It may as well be forever…it may just be forever. But for the glimmers, and community, and spring’s greening embracing us, the constancy of the seasons and kindness. There is kindness.
I will continue my 365 day journey of glimmers and poetry. These 30 days were a nice detour, forcing me to focus my usual random thoughts and musing to align with prompts. It’s been a good moth of words. May we always finds the words to say what needs to be said.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…and speaking of…the blackberry bushes are blooming! Enjoy!
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a summary review of this year’s poetry month.
we arrive here naked, unencumbered only to be quickly swaddled in cloth, socks and booties forced on our feet, sleepers and onesies, snaps, buttons, and safety pins; try as we might to break free, to wiggle our bare toes, to feel the breeze on our skin, eventually we comply with humanity’s dress code and spend a lifetime covering ourselves in fashion (a term that makes it sound fancy) as if the magnificent skin inhabited by our soul was somehow inferior, shameful even, best hidden… but those of us fortunate enough to live to be gray, with skin soft and thinning, who’ve grown comfortable as our souls begin to spill out, some of us, I admit I am one, relish losing the shoes and the clothes, and the shame, planting our bare feet in tall grass, pressing our toes into the cool earth as the breeze kisses our skin under the glow of the moon and stars, finally free to be as nature intended… naked as the day we were born
~kat
Today’s glimmer…new tetras for the fish tank. This year’s long winter was hard on so many of us. We found ourselves without power several times. One time though when the temperatures were particularly frigid, we were without power for days…long enough to lose what was in our refrigerator, no water, no way to leave because we were iced in. We survived by wearing layers and huddling under blankets, but most of our poor little fish didn’t make it. We were unable warm the aquarium water as the temperatures inside dropped day by day. I missed them. Miraculously two hearty souls had survived along with our big precious and catfish, but they looked so lonely. This past weekend we added some friends. The world feels restored, if only under my roof! Meet the fishes who brighten my day every day!
Break the mold. Get out of the rut. Think outside the box. Write a poem about a new way of doing something. / Recommended reading: “For When We Greet Each Other” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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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