the song of spring murmurs softly deep beneath the earth where roots and seeds rest blanketed under winter’s beautiful frosting
~kat
As we brace for another of winter’s last tantrums…his days are numbered and he knows it…I imagine the magnificent miracle of life rumbling just beneath my feet. Winter lasts for a season. spring is coming.
Peace, Love, and Frosted Glimmers to you! Spring will be here soon!
Spent several hours in the office space where I worked for 7 years before the pandemic sent me home to work remotely. It felt like a ghost town, but was a haven in the storm where I was able to recharge our generator batteries. Thankfully we didn’t need to use them for more than a few hours. in case you missed it… a huge glimmer her and gratefulness for access to resources.
Some random thoughts as I catch up on the past two days
day 45 ~ and we wait
blackout
the prospect of one more night of bitter cold, of darkness, of death our tropical fish succumbing one by one it’s an unbearable burden my best attempts to sustain us woefully inadequate but I keep fighting the warm-blooded souls under our roof huddled, hanging on to the promise that the services we depend upon will be restored before day’s end heartened by activity, tree removal and utility trucks, in the neighborhood trust slipping away by the hours as darkness once again swallows the light
but I digress… is this what it will be like In coming years as safety nets are eliminated, as our country crumbles as the loyalists of the king are rewarded and those of us opposed or other are excluded to fend for ourselves… must prepare, must be better prepared
huddled under layers of clothes and blankets I close my eyes in hope that at least this night the light will break through, that power will be restored, that we will be safe again and then a sputter, the hum of electronics, the computer screens flash on, the printer reboots and the heat growls to a start i lay motionless, while the grid surges wondering if it is temporary or real …waiting…wondering…waiting hoping…as the room becomes warmer a sigh, a full breath of relief … such relief short lived, as my mind rudely intrudes must be better prepared…must prepare
~kat
An update. Just lost a few tetras…the other fish held on!
day 46~affirmations
repeat after me…
I’m still here I matter I have value I am worthy I am brave I am a survivor I deserve respect I deserve to be happy I deserve to be free I am smart I am compassionate I am kind I am light I am love and yes I am here…I AM SO HERE!
Peace, love, and glimmers of affirmation to you, and remember, you are a magnificent soul.
1- born of magic the breath of angels, from stardust and poetry to secret longing the heart of a child
2- people know no more than they’re ready to believe they’re special that way
3- she had attitude an impressive confidence in her own coolness
and that’s a wrap ~kat
A trio of Magnetic Poetry poems. Night two of camping inside under layers of clothing and blankets. Tomorrow, they say, we can expect to regain the light.
Peace, Love, and Warm Glimmers to you! Stay safe and warm my friends.
much ado to do and a list too long to count honey do’s are due
~kat
Feeling silly today. I’m not sure what or why. There seems to be plenty of lunacy tonight. There is snow on the way on the eve of the full snow moon. Serendipitous I say. ❄️😊❄️ And it would seem Mother Nature is making good on her agreement with Punxsutawney Phil to drag winter out another 6 weeks…whatever. I’ve got things to do or not.
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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