Today was one of those long days. We attended a midday funeral to celebrate the life of a young man, our friend’s brother. I am not surprised that the universe provided several glimmers to see me through. Starting, of course, with my first African Violet bloom. It was waiting for me when we returned home.
Long and challenging days needn’t always result in roadblocks to peace. Although I have found that detours and roadblocks don’t always come with a map or instructions I do learn from them and if I am open to it, there are always glimmers to light my way. A few of those are illustrated below. Yes it was a long days, but it was also a full day, like the moon tonight, illuminating the darkness.
This little missy had an impromptu bath this evening. Read on for the rest of the story!
Gabby-Pooooo!
Gabby, my dog, rolled in deer shit today she smiled at me, then pranced through the door why she did it, who knows, I can’t say Gabby, my dog, rolled in deer shit today off to the washtub we went straight away putrid, green goo, it was hard to ignore Gabby, my dog, rolled in deer shit today she smiled at me, then pranced through the door
~kat
The poem tells the story! I didn’t happen to get the before photo. I was too busy corralling Gabby into the washroom. She had done a good job of it. I assumed it was an herbivore (likely a deer) based on the green tinge that needed extra scrubbing once I got the bulk of it cleared away. Gross!!! She’s done this a few times before. I’m sure there is an animal behavior that explains this awful practice. And I am quite sure she does not consider it awful or gross. When she came inside she was quite pleased with herself, a big smile on her face begging for a treat for being a good girl.
Okay…so, you know me. I had to look it up. Apparently it has to do with scent marking; channeling her inner wolf. This I can relate to. I’m on a similar path myself. Learning to deprogram all the BS that this world imposes on us from the time we’re born to become civilized. Lately I’ve been returning to my roots, entertaining my wilder, intuitive side. I’m remembering who I really am, shedding the labels that the world has used to define me. Thank goodness my journey doesn’t involve rolling in poop! But it does get messy sometimes. Messy is not always a bad thing.
So…does this revelation count as a glimmer? I’ll take it! It’s a confirmation to me that I am on the right track.
As for Gabby, she’s definitely a glimmer, all scrubbed and sanitized and cute as ever. If I look close enough I can see her “wolf” side simmering behind those dark eyes of hers. She can smell a skunk passing by outside through insulated walls in the middle of the night. ( I speak from experience! ). It is a reminder to me to listen to that wild side of myself, and to trust my intuition as well.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨💩💩💩
Poetry form: the Triolet
Elements of the triolet:
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
the phoebes are nesting once again a brood to fledge before the fall the dawn is filled with phoebe calls “feee-bee! feee-bee!” their sweet refrain a brood to fledge before the fall the phoebes are nesting once again
~kat
This evening I noticed a phoebe bird perched atop the nest crafted this past spring. I read that Phoebes actually have more than one brood a season. First to arrive in early spring and last to leave in mid-fall to winter in Central America, this pair of phoebes has been choosing the light fixtures on our house to nest for several years now. They are hearty, resilient little birds. Over the years we have watched them persist in the face of inclement weather and wind. Their young have not always survived but these little birds rebuild again and again. It is said that they symbolize patience, persistence, and new beginnings. An inspiration to us all to press on toward our goals even in challenging times!
I don’t have a photo of this budding brood yet… (posted above is the same nest from earlier this year) but it is certainly a glimmer of hope. What I also have is a tiny clip of the hummingbirds jousting just outside my window while I work. Today started started and ended in glimmers. I hope you too have many days like this as well!
Much love, peace, and multiple glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s Poetry Form: the Biolet
The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital letters representing the repeated lines). Length of each line can vary but works best when it follows an iambic cadence.
rock-a-bye moon the stars have run out of wishes…the fat lady sang her song, but no one was listening…the fiddler had played them to sleep and a thousand suns faded to black
~kat
It was one on those days. My phone ringing off the hook. Hours talking family members through stuff. I must’ve hung out my “Mom is in” sign in the clouds. It is rare that I get an actual phone call. These days the preferred mode of communication is text. It’s lovely to be needed. Years after they have grown and started lives and families of their own, a simple phone call is a wonderful thing…a voice…not text shorthand and emojis on a screen. Needless to say I launched immediately into mom mode. It’s the little things, isn’t it?
I tend to lean toward chronicling the times we’re living in through poetry, and my writing. That’s why glimmers have become an important detour for me. Today, it was o phone call. And of course Gabby too. She keeps me from going over the edge.
A silly Gabby…As if to say…why so serious mom? Why indeed! She just might be an angel…
full midsummer moon the first days of the harvest no reapers to sow
~kat
As summer winds down I think about farmers and wonder how they will manage after the recent ice raid’s have disappeared members of their workforce.
There may or may not be enough workers. There may or may not be varying tariff taxes pushing the prices we pay higher.
There may or may not be wars and while our fearless leader keeps the nuclear codes close.
The common element above is uncertainty. These things may or may not happen. And because of that, it makes no sense to worry about what might be. There are some things of course that are not uncertain.
For me, it’s a call to show kindness and compassion. To hold a place at our table for the marginalized and the outcast. We are not helpless and there is still reason to hope.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
And glimmers…there are always glimmers to be found. Tonight as the moon blooms into fullness, it matters not that the night act is overcast with clouds. The moon still illuminates the sky. It’s a beautiful night! Rest well my friends.
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