I don’t do cities unless I’m forced to, if I must do things like appointments, grocery shopping, you know “lifing” like a zombie, day in day out…I don’t do cities unless I’m forced to, i prefer a natural scene, the rolling Blue Ridge Foothills you’ll find me here most nights and days, working hours, and play where traffic is a gaggle of gobblers crossing the driveway, where the sound of wind rushing through the trees sounds like ocean waves crashing into the shore where my top 40 hit list is birdsong… from hummingbird chirps to pileated woodpecker cackles, crow caw-caws and raven grunks I traded bumper to bumper morning commutes with morning walks through the mist at dawn this is my favorite place i don’t do cities anymore unless I’m forced to best decision I ever made no looking back
~kat
I discovered this magic portal on my walk this morning. Isn’t it fabulous? I wonder who has taken shelter here. Chipmunks, squirrels, perhaps even some faerie folk! At any rate. This is a proper glimmer if there ever was one.
At this precise moment the message was clear, beautiful, grounding, inspiring. As I took my evening walk to finish up chores before the night set in, the horizon prompted me to pause…all is well. No promise of the future. No rehashing of the past. None of that mattered in that moment because in that moment wrapped in the glow of dusk I felt safe, protected, and seen by the universe.
I snapped a photo to remember that even when life feels scary, challenging, and unpredictable there are always moments like these ready to embrace me. Moments that allow me to catch my breath…to pause…to breathe.
Much love, peace, and glimmering moments that give you pause…
a system that moves on from oops as the walls came tumbling down you’ve made it this far we don’t know what we don’t know naked in the snow on the cusp we’ll tip our warm cups for being different a call to surrender there is too much of it with nothing…to do
~kat
Sunday is typically thought of as the last day of the week-end. But I remember learning that Sunday was the first day of the week. Tomayto…tomato.
Night comes sooner now that we have “fallen back” from daylight savings time…as if daylight needed saving. I do appreciate the illusion of an extra hour of sleep based on the numbers on my digital clocks. I never seem to get enough sleep these days. But the animals are not having it. They know what time it is. And they don’t particularly care if Sunday or Monday is the first day of the week either…or if it’s Wednesday (do you sound out the syllables in your head when you write it? Wed-NES-day?)
We like to control things. We like to be in charge. We like to know what’s happening next, and those with the means will do anything to ensure things go the way they expect. The rest of us are along for the ride…and I just have to say, the ride of late is a blended monstrosity of the most stomach churning, terrifying, death defying amusement park rides…just a thought…it’s a roller-tilta-death-drop-anti-gravity-raging-lazy-river-bumper-swing-space tunnel-bungee-coaster. And for years I thought the hamster wheel was a tyrant.
On to Monday then…but first proper Sunday first day of the week. Rest up…you’re gonna need it. ready set go!
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
open minds
never stop learning we don’t know what we don’t know fools insist they do
~kat
I attended a social event recently. The table conversation was quite enlightening and disturbing. (I didn’t say much…just listened). People declared such outrageous things with such confidence and assurance of validity of their truth! It was shocking. Their remarks were right out of a certain propaganda playbook. I used to think that intelligent people surely saw right through the lies and what’s happening in our country and the world. But I was mistaken in that assumption. My wife corrected me when we spoke about it after I got back home.
“Educated does not always mean intelligent,” she remarked. Wow! That perfectly explained it. There’s a reason I limit my time in public and prefer the company of deer, squirrels, crows, and trees.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Today’s glimmer is the view out my window as I work. I love autumn! 🍂🍁✨💚✨🍁
the elephant is sitting in the middle of the room having left its corner though no one seemed to notice… an elephant is no small thing but we were distracted by flying monkeys and rats, so many rats, termites gnawing through the walls, ants and roaches reducing the foundation to dust it was the elephant in the middle of the room… an elephant is no small thing, perched on a pedestal, a blue ball balanced vicariously on his snout that held our attention as the walls came tumbling down
~kat
I need a glimmer. When this happens I head to the hills…(out my back door) and dear Mother Nature draws me in. She’s fading these days into gold, orange and crimson, as if to say, kat, what you really need is a good long nap. I’m not entirely convinced that is a good idea with winter’s blight closing in. But she shushes me with a lullaby as soft as new fallen snow, and whispers as I drift to sleep…spring is coming.
and just like that…in my dreams the circus disappeared, as circuses do, leaving only sawdust in its wake…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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