the earth will bloom come spring no matter how wild the world becomes she’ll be here long after we are gone deep peace to you
~kat
A bit of sunshine…warmer temperatures…a brief glimmer of spring in the wings…it’s reassuring to know that we can count on the seasons. The earth will continue to turn, the sun will rise at dawn, warming us throughout the day and the moon and stars will light the night sky while we sleep. Nature is my go to glimmerer. Constant, rhythmic, fierce, powerful, she never fails to inspire me.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you. If you’re feeling stressed, never underestimate the healing power of a simple walk amidst the trees…or around the block.
a fawn came to call tendering moments of peace quelling the chaos
~kat
Yesterday was everything and worse than I had expected. Just one day, and already people are suffering. I purposely didn’t watch the events as they unfolded on TV, intent on not being counted amongst those tuning in…numbers being all these monsters care about. But I caught up on the fallout in snippets. I’m so sad for the innocents, so mad for the blatant lies and vile disrespect for outgoing and past leaders, appalled and outraged that the criminals from the coup in 2020 have been given a get out of jail free card. Set free to render retribution and continue their violent rage-filled assault on our country. It is beyond horrible.
But in the midst of my despair, a visitor came calling just outside the window of my room. Folklore tells us when a fawn crosses one’s path, she is a messenger of peace, innocence, and the purity of new beginnings. A call to step forward, leaving behind the worries of the past, to step forward with optimism, to trust one’s intuition and inner wisdom.
After reading this, I paused to breathe. It is all noise, what we’re witnessing. Extremism on steroids to feed the bloodlust of ignorant followers. Just as the fawn shared a gentle moment with me, (a beautiful glimmer, if you will), I can move forward in gentleness and kindness to those who suffer. It’s a good reminder.
Eighteen days of glimmers…so far…which just goes to show you…even on the most dreadful of days it is possible to find glimmers amidst triggers of angst. Glimmers give one pause, a moment to breathe, to regain a smidgen of sanity, a brief detour from chaos, respite for the soul.
I view this time as training for the calamitous, unfolding, unknowable known ahead, because in fact we’ve been here before…but this time promises to be exponentially more out of control. We’re going to need every glimmer we can muster to survive the coming years and to thrive clear-headed with determination to be love, light, empathy, truth-bearers, and defenders of freedom, liberty, and hope. I’m pressing myself to find glimmers every day and to share them here with you. 365 days of glimmers? I’m determined to ferret out the light in the darkness and cling to hope for us all.
A side note as we embark on this journey…I have noticed that a good many glimmers have been from nature thus far. I have pondered this and want to explore what I realized even more. Anyone who has ever happened upon a dilapidated shed in the middle of nowhere swallowed by vines, tree saplings and moss, or a sidewalk mangled, cracked, and rendered impassable by a the roots of a tree, or even layers of cracking asphalt with flowers sprouting from the loam beneath, knows that nature knows how to reclaim what is hers. She can be our model and guide. She has much wisdom to share if we’re paying attention!
And so with that charge in mind…Peace and glimmers to you!
~kat
More glimmers from last night into this morning…the natives on Bramlett Mountain are restless! 🥰✨✨✨
the winds come and the trees hold ground for their roots run deep and wide from seedling to sapling to towering timber they have learned to bend when the tempests rage
the winds come and the house holds firm for it was built on a solid foundation from brick, to plank, to shingled roof its walls crafted to shelter kith and kin when the tempests rage
the winds come and i shall keep this space sacred for my ancestors, my children, myself from maiden to mother to crone i've grown in perseverance, grace, resilience when the tempests rage
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