days feel longer since we stole an hour from dawn dusk creeps in slowly
~kat
I’m not on board yet with daylight savings time. Mornings still feel dark and I’m not happy about losing sleep. Despite going to bed earlier, the dawn comes too soon.
But because I work long hours I used to miss these sunsets. And there is still enough daylight when I clock out to feed the birds and drop a few kernels of corn for my flock. I will likely never get this year’s hour back, but today I am counting the blessings I would have missed. In fact, did miss only a few short days ago. It’s a fair trade I suppose. And hour for this beautiful view. Glimmers even as night falls.
Peace, love, and glimmers to you!
~kat
p.s. There are more glimmers to share from today. Photos taken from my room with a view!Nature is ready to get the party, that is spring, started!
So…tonight is a new moon. In Pisces specifically…my moon sign…and to my surprise, (why am I surprised) this little nudge popped up in my Facebook feed inviting me to participate in a “then and now” challenge. Here’s what I posted…
then…and now
a generation only lasts a short lifetime dreams of youth pending
~kat
…love, peace, and glimmers to you, in authenticity and truth always and all ways…
such a good listener I can tell her anything my secret keeper
~kat
My little dog, Gabby is always close by. She watches me intently, listens to my every word. And I often wonder what she must be thinking as I babble on and on. She sees my happy, sad, crazy side and follows me around like my shadow. She is my resident glimmer. We don’t deserve dogs. They are the perfect example of unconditional acceptance and love. May we all experience this perfect love at least once in our life.
I’ve spent the evening wrestling with senseless words…too many words…tonight’s simple haiku will have to do. At the very least I have managed to be present. That’s something. That’s a pretty big something.
gentle visitors emerge from the trees at dusk grace before a storm
~kat
There is another s snow event heading our way. They name snow storms now you know. This one is named Kingston. He is carrying a ton of snow to our region. At least that’s the best guess of meteorologists.
The name Kingston is old English and means simply, “the king’s town”. And a thought occurred to me and made me smile. We don’t have a king here. Not here in these foothills…not in this state…not in this country. Not yet anyway. But right here, right now, I have visitors who happened by. Graceful, beautiful souls to remind me to go gently into this night. Come snow by dawn or not, Kingston is just passing through and spring is coming. Most surely, spring is in the wings.
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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