death moans lazily from the edge, as shadows grow long…another day fading to black while we sleep, dreaming, under a moonlit sky
~kat
It occurs to me that i practice every night for my final journey from this life. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep trusting in the dawn. But I am not promised the dawn. All the more reason to rejoice when it comes and I am given another day to live. Tonight’s sunset was a brilliant display of golden and red hues bouncing off wisps of clouds. If it were to be my last, if dawn never comes, I am grateful that I stopped a moment to breathe, to take it all in. Should dawn greet me tomorrow, I shall rise knowing that a new day is a gift. A reminder to myself to live it fully.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to You! (If you’re reading this, I am so grateful that you are here and we can share this moment together!)
Can you see it? Why can’t you see it? We have a murder folks Even the TURKEYS are restless when everything slowly faded with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map the sun fills the sky with light they leaned in to hear more paying it forward to someone in need filling our hearts with joie de vivre at least they cannot cancel spring since we stole an hour from dawn you can’t eclipse her Blood Moon on a Starry Night we laughed then, but it’s not funny now if it’s with not at
~kat
Happy ReVerse Poetry Day where I revisit the last few weeks of postings and weave together a new poem by lifting a favorite line from each day’s entry.
Today’s ReVerse is a bit all over the place. Kind of like the affairs of the world…chaotic…frenetic…destructive leaving us all stunned in the wake. I have to admit I thought it would be bad, but the last few months has far exceeded my worst expectations. The latest stroke of trumps poison pen orders include a stop to all federal funding for the institute of museums and library services as well as an order to ram the final nails into the USAid coffin by demanding that all classified records be shredded, and if there are too many to shred…to burn them. We need to remember … we need to keep reminding ourselves and others of how we used to be before the those claiming to make things great began their rampage of destruction. We need to hold those stories close to our hearts and tell them to our children and grandchildren…the stories of our imperfect experiment in democracy, fraught with civil wars and challenges, and crimes against indigenous peoples and African peoples but who managed to have glimmers of greatness, of justice, compassion, inclusion, and kindness.
Currently, we are a disaster, not to be trusted. This US administration is erasing all evidence of the truth. But there are legions of us who know the truth and who see the lies for what they are, perpetrated by insecure, selfish, criminal, vile, white men who want it all, even if they have to destroy us and everything good to get it.
Once again world, I am so very sorry for the monster that our country’s ignorant fools have unleashed on you. I have never been so grateful to have moved to the hills several years ago so I don’t have to see them every day through my window. I like it here with the songbirds and my beloved murder of crows, and the squirrels and chipmunks, the turkeys and opossums and raccoons, the snapping turtles and snakes…and the fungi, flowers, blackberry bushes, and trees. There are glimmers to be found in this ash heap of a country yet…all around for those of us willing to see, and always to be treasured in our hearts!
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you!
~kat
I’ll leave you with a few of those glimmers…I hope they lighten your heart like they do mine! ✨💚✨
First things first! I am a lunatic! Yes I set my alarm for the wee witching hour for my rendezvous with Luna. She was right on time in all her blushing glory! It was a magical night! I bid her farewell hours later in the afterglow…she was stunning even still, as she dipped below the horizon. Of course I took photos! What kind of Glimmer Documentarian would I be without evidence.
Peace, love and lunar glimmers to you.
~kat
Blood Moon on a Starry Night – March 2025 ~ Kat The Afterglow…~kat 2025
you can’t eclipse her deny her right to the light and she will see red
~kat
There is a burst of feminine energy in the air. Later tonight, in the wee hours of tomorrow, the earth will block the moon from the sun. And well, I’m seeming an analogy here…😉
The earth is going to move between the sun and the moon tonight blocking the moon from sun’s light, but Luna will not fade into the darkness. Oh no, she will glow red showing the world that she is more than just a cold rock in the sky. She is a true reflection of the light. She is powerful. The tides ebb and swell in her full presence. She inspires artists and poets. She shares the sky with millions of stars, and gracefully allows them to shine. And all this is happening on the cusp of spring when new life is getting ready to burst! Sigh! Holding that thought here in the midst of these troubling times. (You might even want to reread those last few affirmations and insert yourself… I am more…I am a true reflection of the light…I am powerful…etc. you’ve got this!
Finally, I would be remiss if I failed to share today’s view from the bird feeder…more feminine energy in the air….a quintet of turkey hens (aka Jennies) were hanging out, not a Tom in sight. No doubt they were somewhere showing off, competing with each other. It’s that time of year you know.
In a world full of Tom’s, be a Jennie. Take time for tea and sweets and pleasant conversation. The world doesn’t need conquering! ✨💚✨
Peace, love, and full blood moon glimmers to you!
~kat
Oh…and here are those ladies of the Bramlett Mountain Foothills…
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