there is no safe place when cruelty becomes sport vengeance in the wind
~kat
After a brief reprieve from bitter cold and wintry weather the winds returned today. When I was a girl I loved the wind. But age and experience…and reality have jaded my perception. The winds strip the trees bare. Icy breezes drop temperatures to bitter lows. Trees snap and lose their footing. Now that I am older I take shelter when the winds come. These days when the wind whips through the trees I hold my breath and hope that the walls and roof hold. These days the calm after the storm brings sweet relief amidst the aftermath of the tempest’s rage.
Keep safe my friends. Keep each other safe. Peace, love, and glimmers to you. ~kat
don’t forget to zig it may lead you to zagging and moments of zen
~kat
Give Me Routine Any Day
There is a certain comfort to be found in routine. Like the seasons follow one another, or the sun and the moon move east to west in the sky, we can depend on routine. When chaos bursts onto the scene and life’s happenings interrupt the peace and tranquility of normalcy, I crave predictable, boring routine. There is only so much excitement a body can take.
Today was a typical Monday with an early wake up call. I don’t even need an alarm clock. My body knows the routine. After a quick walk with my pup, treats and breakfast for the critters under our roof and a handful of peanuts for the crows and bluejays outside, I pour a generous dollop of sweet cream into a mug, add an earl grey tea bag and wait for the tea kettle to sing. The hiss of the water and soft tumbling sound of bubbles bursting against the aluminum wall of the teapot is the perfect time to pause. This morning I did just that. I poured hot water to the rim of my mug and took advantage of another moment while the tea steeped.
I waited, I breathed, I took in my surroundings…sunlight streaming through the cactus plant hanging over the sink, my dog, with her belly full of food snoring softly under the dining room table, and one of my cats purring loudly as she nudged her head into my ankles and weaved between them, wrapping her tail around my shins.
In that moment no one in my world had just died, there were no weird bird flu’s looming, and society wasn’t losing its mind. In that routine moment, in my kitchen, on a Monday, I do believe I experienced a glimmer.
As I have mentioned over the past several weeks, there are glimmers everywhere. Even in the boring routine of a Monday morning, we don’t have to try to find glimmers. They have a way of finding us.
Peace, Steaming Earl Grey Tea with Sweet Cream, and Glimmers to you!
i received a note ‘thinking of you, just because’ it meant everything
~kat
When Glimmers Become Opportunities
Today I received a message on my phone from a friend who wanted me to know they were thinking about me. It was lovely at the moment. I texted them a “heart” emoji and thanked them. Little did I know that today would soon develop into a difficult day, with a relative in hospital battling for their life. But because of that little note first thing this morning I felt supported to face whatever comes, because my friend took the time to let me know they’re thinking of me. It helped me realize that I am not alone.
Never underestimate the power of simple gestures of kindness. As I go about my day to day, occasionally my mind drifts to thoughts of a friend, a loved one, an acquaintance. Normally, I might sit in that memory for a moment or two enjoying the thought of that someone, before diving back into whatever it was I was doing before being interrupted. But I realized something this morning. In these troubled times, it is more important than ever for us, for me, to be intentional about these random mind glimmers. Instead of simmering in the thought of someone, reach out to them. Send a note, a meme, an emoji, call them. It is so easy to do these days when everyone has a smart phone. We never know what the day might bring but we have the power to connect with each other and perhaps lighten someone’s load just because we took a moment to let them know they’re not alone.
Join me, won’t you in this kindness movement. When those memory glimmers invade your thoughts let that person know. It may mean everything to them, like, as I discovered my friend’s note meant to me this morning.
we don’t call it dew the winter ground is frosted diamonds light the dawn
~kat
My little dog is an early riser, gently nudging me from my dreams with little taps on my chest, growing in urgency, at the crack of dawn. We have a fenced in yard but she insists that we venture past the gate for a proper walk several times a day. I don’t mind. Sometimes I need a break from whatever I am doing and it gets me out amongst the glimmers.
This morning was one of those times when I was touched immediately by predawn glimmers. Gabby and I donned our coats, and me, a scarf and hat as well, and out we went into the crisp, frigid air. I turned on my phone’s flashlight so we could see where we were going. That’s when I saw it. Countless glimmers glittering in the darkness on blades of grass surrounding me in twinkling lights. There was my glimmer. First thing, to start my day.
This week has been getting darker by the day on the world stage. But here in my corner of the universe…at least for a moment’s pause, the dawn of day gave me glimmers, and reminds me that there are more to be found everyday in the hearts and eyes of fellow peacemakers. We needn’t stumble through the darkness alone. Glimmers of sanity and compassionate knowing shared between us, sometimes without saying a word, is the light that will keep us until the dawn.
you can do better you can be kind to others but start with yourself
~kat
I took a moment for me today. It’s not something I do regularly or easily. With responsibilities and work taking up most of my time, moments are rare. Today was super busy, not to mention how crazy the world is. But I took a moment. I stood outside and gazed at the stars in the sky and breathed a sigh. Sometimes we need to be intentional, creating our own glimmers, with a little help from the cosmos. From stars that most likely no longer exist but for a remnant of flickering light. Shining, dare I say, glimmering just for me and my moment.
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