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…
bff (best furry friend)
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.
Peace, puppy love and glimmers to you.
~kat
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.
Peace, love, and silent golden glimmers to you.
Shhhhhhh…..kat
a deer sighting
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.
Gentle peace, love and glimmers to you.
~kat
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.
~kat
like mercury colliding... 