a fungus among us…a photo montage
This group of true mushrooms started showing their green little heads at dawn in my banana tree pot. They progressed from buttons to hooded in just one day! By night they had already toppled over and were returning back into the damp soil. It’s an ancient cycle that has been happening for eons!
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
no rest for the weary…
sleep comes easy for the heartless who’ve sold their souls to hate
to those who relish cruelty while hoarding privilege, wealth, and treasure
while the night hums with the prayers of souls, woke, who cling to hope for the dawn
evil under cloak of night…
the lawless are positively giddy in the dark halls of power
as they pull the plug on a dying nation’s life support
people die everyday…they’ll get over it…we won
and yet…on a final glimmering note:
i watched a squirrel atop a birdfeeder sending bits of seed
to the waiting mouths of landfeeders: deer, turkeys, mourning doves
even the smallest of creatures are capable of kindness
Even when I find myself exhausted from the troubling direction that the leaders of our country are taking us, the natural world draws me in to give me the assurance that everything is not lost. There is still order on the world. Night and day, the seasons, new life blooming and birthing all around me…and random fascinating acts of kindness from the smallest (my squirrel friend tossing seeds to those waiting below) to the tallest…the trees providing haven and shade on hot summer days. There is balance and a sort of routine to the natural ecosystem. Even nature’s predators are not being hateful when collecting their prey. It is survival…it is the cycle of life.
Humans, given our big brains, could learn a thing or two from the world around us. I try to focus on the things nature is trying to teach me, especially when the humans around me are acting badly. It’s tempting to retaliate, to have the upper hand, to win at all costs and then gloat over my rightness. I’m not always successful. Sometimes I get downright mad!
But at the end of the day those types of victories don’t fill me with happiness or contentment. Acts of kindness, a smile toward a stranger who receives it and smiles back, helping someone without them needing to ask, forgiving those who trample over me in word or action and hoping they might eventually figure out why they’re so angry that they have to hurt others. Hoping they find peace one day…maybe through kindness I can be a light. Those things give me peace…and a purpose, especially in times like this, when it’s easy to feel hopeless.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…remember to be kind, let that light of yours shine. ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
~kat
Poetry form: Sijo
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
sweater’s weather
when shade offers no rest
from the heat and the breeze
feels like hot breath on your
skin, there is only one
thing to do…water the flowers…
and yourself so you
don’t wither!
~kat
(magnetic poetry nature kit)
Welcome to The Bramlett Mountain Foothills Cafe and Red Dust Spa! It’s girls’ day out today. Five lovely Jennies stopped by strutting their beautifulness, and talking turkey…Oh, I sure would love to know what or who they’re talking about! It was quite a spectacle worthy of reality show notoriety.
The sights we see here in the foothills! It was a good day, and started out fabulous…glimmery even! Five glimmers to be exact!
Stay cool my friends! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
hot summer
the air is thick and wet
earth barely breathing
beneath clouds that have
fallen from a purple
sky at dusk…I am overcome
by the sweetness of flowers
~kat
We’re having a heat wave. Someone asked me what’s going on with this hot weather? And I replied…global warming? But it depends on who you ask! 😉
But, seriously, it is breathtakingly hot…and not in a good, beautiful way! Here in Virginia we have the added impact of humidity. This clammy combination makes for oppressive heat. When I took a photo of my front yard this evening, you could see the moisture hanging in the air. Everything is a bit muted and cloudy.
As much as I loathe conversations that devolve into an appraisal of the weather, here we are … or rather here I am boring you with the weather! There is certainly no glimmer to be found in a heatwave, but I do appreciate those of you still reading.
I knew magnetic poetry would serve this topic well! The glimmer, if you can call it that, is the reflection tool in PicsArt that helped me express this sticky wet sensation of humidity in Virginia in swampy picture form. The photo backdrop above is not real. The actual unaltered view is below. The magic of photo editing is amazing don’t you think?
I know the world is downright wacky right now. Sometimes creating my own glimmers are all I can do to preserve my sanity (though some might say I lost that long ago! 🤣)
Exercising my creative side gives me such joy, I consider it glimmer worthy! But if you’re not buying it, there is always Mr. Bean. He’s 100 % glimmer!
I’m rambling…let me just say much love, peace, and glimmers to you, wherever you can find them…and call it a day.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
fantastical indulgences
on a mid-summer night
if I never filled another
feeder with sunflower seeds,
millet, fruit and wheat berries,
if I never broke bits of bread
tossing them into the back yard
for the crows…or laid peanuts
on the edge of the covered porch
deck for squirrels to snatch …
if I never scattered feed corn for
the deer and wild turkeys who
meander by each day at dawn
and dusk, or never dissolved
white sugar in warm water
for the hummingbird jars
hanging just outside my window…
the birds on this acre
on the edge of the woods
would still go to sleep
bellies plump and satiated,
the crows would have plenty
to feast on…nuts, insects, eggs,
and even carrion, the squirrels
would happily gather hickory nuts,
grains, berries and seeds,
the deer would munch on
juniper berries and graze on
clover with the rabbits, the turkeys
would busy themselves plucking
grubs and mites from the red dust,
and seeds from the soil, and the
hummingbirds would sip sweet
nectar from flower cups alongside
the butterflies and honeybees
these gentle friends don’t need me
life will go on when I am gone,
but oh, how I’d miss the little
community we’ve built, a utopia
based on kindness and respect
in this shared green space
that we all call home sweet home…
and I’d like to imagine that they
would miss me and my rambling
one-sided conversations too.
I wonder if they’d miss the
moments that we share space
and breath and eye contact
wrapped in grace and trust…
I like to imagine that they would
~much love, peace and glimmers to you!
✨✨✨💚kat💚✨✨✨
Today’s lovely glimmers…
like mercury colliding... 