An odd glimmer…unless you know the story behind the photo.
being kind . life is hard sometimes things can change overnight and in those times of adversity we learn the truth I of who we are the simplest kind acts can heal us compassion through pain
~kat
Some of you know that the past several years have challenged my family more than we could have imagined. My wife suffered a debilitating illness as a result of medical mistakes, resulting in loss of income and most heartbreaking, the end of a career she loved. Ironically, as a healthcare progressional herself, the treatment errors have felt like a betrayal, only adding to the trauma. I have watched her fight for her life from the abyss of depression, remembering who she is and finding new ways to be. She deals with daily unrelenting pain, and has to navigate the world on wheels now, and yet she is kind. Every Friday she loads herself into her truck, fitted to allow her to drive, and volunteers at a wildlife rescue center.
Life can change in an instant. But we can choose to meet challenges with grace, determination, and kindness.
cut flowers . in winter whisper sweet nothings to my soul scent of roses infusing the air a gift to brighten cold gray days stirring gratefulness for friendship and new memories
~kat
I had a surprise delivery today. It was a holiday gift from my boss. A beautiful bouquet of cut flowers. It truly brightened my day. Made me feel appreciated and seen. Not even the rain could dampen my spirits. The fragrance of roses, carnations, lily of the valley, sweet pea, and daisies filled my room with sweetness. Of course it is today’s glimmer.
rating whores . the polluted air waves are spilling into dens and living rooms everywhere the great (in his own mind only) D. T. has nothing Important to say…la la la
not listening here…silence is bliss
~kat
Welp…I heard that there was a presidential address this evening. My house is silent right now. I refuse to be counted as someone who watched or listened to his lies and vile blather. Ratings are something DT covets. I will not be tuning in. Nothing to see here…It’s little things I do to resist what is happening in our country.
And speaking of little things…here are a few hand crafted glimmers… wall and home decorations. Creating a glimmer to enjoy doesn’t make it inferior to glimmers that happen spontaneously in nature. All glimmers are worthy of a pause. Do you have a favorite thing that brings you joy? Happy Glimmers to you,
It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!
~kat
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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025
a snapshot in time
let me be a safe place for you but for a golden moment muted in cool gray a snapshot in time
i felt her presence pressing my soul breaking through the veil if I were to change she moves me unseen crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph to anyone who sees, it’s clear, frost and lace sheltering in grace snow falls soft they don’t know they’re wild
we should not whisper oh so many times darkness fades away as promised, sure as dusk
~kat
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 review of the past several weeks.
day’s fading . but the final word falls to the setting sun with a reminder assuring us that dawn is promised, sure as dusk time now to settle in to dream dreams to rest my spent soul
~kat
More glimmers of light to keep me through the night. light is not always bright and blinding. Sometimes it is muted, in varying shades. Sometimes it sparkles. Sometimes it is a flickering glint. But always it draws us to its warmth.
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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