Shooting Stars… Each Radiant stream Ebbs Disintegrating Into stardust, beautiful in death Passing Into oblivion Temporarily Dazzling Yielding
~kat
You need to be in the right place at the precise right time to catch a glimpse of the final moments of distant ancient stars. Seeing a shooting star is serendipitous…my favorite word in response to this WordPress prompt. I love the sound of the word almost as much as I love its meaning.
Serendipity is the phenomenon of making fortunate and unexpected discoveries by chance, rather than by planning or searching for them.It’s the experience of finding something pleasant or valuable when you weren’t even looking for it, like a happy accident or a lucky coincidence. (AI definition)
Much love, peace, and serendipitous glimmers to you…
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Here are a few of those serendipitous moments from today…
a time to harvest…to let go words are meaningless take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct set the air afire with diversion a legacy left to survivors like a damned thief in the night
~kat
I said it in an earlier post…last week was rough for so many, for so many different reasons. When things are moving so fast it is disorienting. That seems to be the point. Leadership at various levels have failed us. We have failed ourselves by failing to hold them accountable.
Once upon a time we aspired to be a government of, by, and for the people. Public service was a cherished, respectable calling. I pray every day that we will pass this current season’s challenge, and come out on the other side. Our nation has weathered many challenges in its short history, and I trust we will make it through this time too. What a privilege it is to hold onto hope for everything we could be.
I took the long way home for justice, for peace kisses, to help me breathe, in deeply speaking truth, hoping to be seen smoke knows no borders teach me how to let go
~kat
Reentry can feel like being swept up in a whirlwind. Not gonna lie, the last week has been a bit tempestuous. While traveling through 5 states immersed in the memories of each place it’s easy to forget the day to day. It’s not a bad thing to step off the treadmill for a season. But as I look back over the past week, no matter how far removed from the drama, I am consistently myself. I care deeply about others and seek peace, justice and compassion for everyone…everyone. Even as I recounted memories of my vacation, truth and justice found a way to be remembered as well. It’s a good to know I’m on the path I’m meant to be on, rain or shine, no matter where I find myself.
the wild blossoms are fading softly every bough grows less green…leaves falling gently to earth oh season of summer ending teach me how to let go
~kat
Every year during this season of transition I marvel at the grace that is on display. Lessons of accepting change, of gratefulness for a fruitful harvest, and most poignant the older I get, the beauty of letting go. I’ve been letting go for several years now…wishing my children well as they leave home to build lives of their own…losing grandparents, parents and other family members, and now friends to the great unknown,,, escorting many loyal animal companions to the rainbow’s end…downsizing to accessible, manageable housing, to spare my children the burden of disposing of my junk when I’m gone…and all this I believe has softened me for the ultimate letting go. I’d like to believe that all this practice will make it an easy gentle passing. Life lived full in the blink of an eye. But I can’t say I won’t miss being here. Every scrumptious, magnificently beautiful moment has been a privilege, causing me these days to savor every bit of it!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Enjoy the ride!
~kat
Dawn of the Grackles ~ Dozens…could be hundreds of these beautiful black birds have descended upon the Bramlett Mountain Foothills. A sight to see! And today’s glimmer!
fires in the north rage on, turning the sun red smoke knows no borders
~kat
This time of year the western sky is often blush red and amber as the sun sets. But today the sun itself was crimson red. From the news I learned that this phenomenon is caused by smoke in the atmosphere from the wildfires in Canada. It was an odd sight. A glimmer if you will that reminded me that the earth does not concern herself with boundaries or walls or borders. We are all citizens of the world.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you wherever you hang your hat. I see you.
Before I call it a night one more glimmer. So rosy bright is the sun today that even the moon has taken on a golden pink hue. As under the sun by day, we all sleep under the same moon.
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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