I don’t do cities unless I’m forced to, if I must do things like appointments, grocery shopping, you know “lifing” like a zombie, day in day out…I don’t do cities unless I’m forced to, i prefer a natural scene, the rolling Blue Ridge Foothills you’ll find me here most nights and days, working hours, and play where traffic is a gaggle of gobblers crossing the driveway, where the sound of wind rushing through the trees sounds like ocean waves crashing into the shore where my top 40 hit list is birdsong… from hummingbird chirps to pileated woodpecker cackles, crow caw-caws and raven grunks I traded bumper to bumper morning commutes with morning walks through the mist at dawn this is my favorite place i don’t do cities anymore unless I’m forced to best decision I ever made no looking back
~kat
I discovered this magic portal on my walk this morning. Isn’t it fabulous? I wonder who has taken shelter here. Chipmunks, squirrels, perhaps even some faerie folk! At any rate. This is a proper glimmer if there ever was one.
I need time to heal to feel full and whole to embrace what is real and true and good to stop apologizing for being different a black sheep for being me because I am enough not too much just right and it’s taken a lifetime to see no one gets to choose what I need who I am how I live but me
~kat
I am recovering my friends, from surgery. The cancer that interrupted my busy life is now disposed of as bio waste. I don’t miss it of course even if it took a bit of flesh with it. I feel grateful for the ease with which a good doctor was able to remove it. But today I am tired. My body is telling me take time to rest. You’ve been overdoing life for long enough…rest. Sleep. You’ve earned. You deserve it. You have always deserved time for you…just you. And so I pass along this bit of wisdom to you. Take time to rest, to recharge, to heal whatever it is that needs healing in your life. You deserve it. Just because.
Much love, peace, and healing glimmers to you. Yes you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Thriving transplanted African VioletsSago Pine babies blooming after surgery of dead frondsMy inspiration for healing
the elephant is sitting in the middle of the room having left its corner though no one seemed to notice… an elephant is no small thing but we were distracted by flying monkeys and rats, so many rats, termites gnawing through the walls, ants and roaches reducing the foundation to dust it was the elephant in the middle of the room… an elephant is no small thing, perched on a pedestal, a blue ball balanced vicariously on his snout that held our attention as the walls came tumbling down
~kat
I need a glimmer. When this happens I head to the hills…(out my back door) and dear Mother Nature draws me in. She’s fading these days into gold, orange and crimson, as if to say, kat, what you really need is a good long nap. I’m not entirely convinced that is a good idea with winter’s blight closing in. But she shushes me with a lullaby as soft as new fallen snow, and whispers as I drift to sleep…spring is coming.
and just like that…in my dreams the circus disappeared, as circuses do, leaving only sawdust in its wake…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
she is I refuse to dwell on who she was… strong, full of life, because she is all of that still though muted by adversity the injustice of incompetence of a system that values profit over people, bottom lines over excellence a system that moves on from oops to oh well…good luck…next… there’s nothing more we can do for you
these days, she lives with unbearable, relentless pain these days, she still manages to smile, to give, to care, I have thought, and even said out loud on occasion, I don’t know how she does it but that’s not true, I know… because she is… strong, full of life, and that is all you or me, or anyone needs to know
~kat
My wife has CRPS brought on by an act of medical neglect…incompetence, that has changed our life and plans forever. They call CRPS the suicide disease. For a reason.
Over the past several years as we have made our way through the stages of grief for what we thought was our plan for the future, to settling in to what I had called the new normal. Silly me. There is nothing normal about living with a debilitating disease that brought everything that we thought we knew to a full stop. It has taken a while for us to realize that while everything changed around us, we didn’t. In fact, we grew stronger.
These days, I’ve stopped looking back, determined to make each moment count. Like everyone we have bad days and good. These days the good days taste even sweeter, and glimmer even brighter…because…life.-
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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