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day 308

impatient
.
it’s
a cruel thing…
time…
especially when
there is too much of it with nothing
to do
but rest…and heal…and rest
i like staying busy
surviving
healing is a beast

~kat

I’m a terrible patient. But, I’m learning. It’s hard for me to wind down. To give my body the restorative rest that it needs after having had a spot of cancer removed from my head earlier this week. It was just a tiny blip, but left to its own devices would not have played nice. So, it had to go. Just a wee scoop, a centimeter or so deep and the width of a dime, and I was rendered cancer free. It may be my age, but this procedure kicked my butt in the aftermath. Once the numbing agent wore off, my scalp grew very angry (if you know what I mean…OUCH!) It’s taken a few days to feel human again. I’m sure I’ll be relieved when Monday comes and I slip back into my usual routine. But I am finding, with each sideline to my full-steam ahead life, I grow a little wiser to what is most important. And I emerge even more grateful for the simple blessings in my life.

I hope the world is treating you well…but if not, and if circumstances dictate and allow, don’t resist taking a break from it all. As you surrender your must do, gotta-get-done mindset, you might just be surprised at what’s waiting there on the sidelines. It’s good. I promise. And, you deserve it.

Much love, peace, and healing glimmers to you.

~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


With a wintry mix forecasted a few days from now, I set up my peanut station in the back yard hoping to lure the crows back (I’m afraid they still think I murdered their friend and as you know crows are practiced grudge-holders!),but have been delighted that a few of the young squirrels we released are now enjoying the peanuts I provide. Here’s your glimmer for today…our squirrel friends saying hi as they partake of the nut-fet!


day 307

Autumn Fading in the Foothills…a Call to Let Go
~ kat 2025

the trees know
.
the
true tyranny
of
this season requires
letting go as the nights grow colder,
darker,
a call to surrender
to weather winter
purified,
stripped of vanity

~kat

How easy it is to lose one’s soul to smugness. A few clean sweep victories for the blue team and it takes every ounce of decorum I can muster to keep myself from gloating. From wanting to poke those I know of maga persuasion to remind them that they are on the wrong side of history on this. Fortunately, it is a battle played out only in my monkey brain. I’ve lived long enough to know how fragile opinions and long held beliefs can be. Misguided though they may be, there is nothing I can say to sway the status quo. So I just let it go, remember to be kind and practice silence in mixed company. It’s not a hill I am willing to die on.

But that does mean I don’t care, or that I don’t do everything I can to right the destructive direction we’re on. Democracy still matters. It’s worth protecting and fighting for. So I voted. With millions of others, and this time we won. It’s a small glimmer of hope. The encouragement I needed to keep going. Gloating doesn’t serve anyone. But edging us a wee bit closer to the perfect union we aspire to where all people are free, cared for, and treated with respect and compassion. I know. It’s a lofty goal. But at least for today democracy showed signs of life, and we the people found our voice.

I know it’s not over. We have a long way to go before we eradicate the hate and greed that has overtaken so many. By letting go of my need to be right, by being kind, I just may spread a little light. That is my hope for us all. To hang on until dawn after this dark long night of the soul of our nation.

much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 304



super moon
.
just
on the cusp of
full,
November’s beaver
moon casts long beams of gold splintered by
barren
tree limbs, swept by tempests
scattering
leaves on the cool ground

~kat

A poem and a glimmer. Tonight’s almost full moon offers just a taste of Wednesday’s spectacular super moon event. In case it rains on Wednesday night, I am grateful to have witnessed a glimpse. She’s a beauty this month, drawing me in like the sea swelling toward the shore. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 303

autumn leaves
.
streams
of morning light
cast
a tawny hue through
my window, full autumn’s spectacle
in view
orange, gold, burgundy
too soon winds will come
winter trees
naked in the snow

~kat

More glimmers from this weekend…Autumn in her fullness!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

✨💚✨


days 283-284-285 ~playing catch up

It’s been a bit of a whirlwind my friends. Had a biopsy on Thursday to check a troubling spot…won’t know the results for a few weeks.

Met my second great-granddaughter on Saturday, and also spent time at a fall festival with my youngest daughter’s family and three of my grandkids.

Chores and dinner with friends on Sunday. And today shopping for an alternative heat source so we are not stranded and freezing when the power goes out this coming winter…notice I didn’t say if we lose power, but when.

Oh and in the midst of all this one of my beloved crows fell ill, injured or just old, and I kept vigil, caring for him best I could with extra food, because of course he decided to do it at our feeder near our house. He was nowhere to be found today…I can only surmise he either fell victim to a predator, or picked a private place to ascend. Now my other crows are staying clear of me and the feeder. They must think I killed him. At least the deer came by this evening to cheer me up.

So…I did manage to write a few poems today. It was an effort. And I did manage to find several glimmers in the midst of this chaos. Don’t even get me started on the state of the world! Looks like the Gaza Riviera is one step closer to becoming DT’s next venture. (I am happy for the families reunited but there are still people and children suffering…). Thank goodness for glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Catch up Monday 

day 282

as the crow
.
dies
the flock members
cry
for one of their own
hovering close by, never alone
cycle
of life, so bittersweet
ironically
dying crows
foretell good fortune

~kat

Pi Archimedes poem ~ Syllable count by line: 3.1415926535

A dead crow in your yard may symbolize transformation, change, or new beginnings, while some believe it represents the end of bad things. In case you missed it this is my glimmer in the midst of sadness for this beautiful soul. It’s gift to me in parting.

day 283

hypocrisy

peacemakers don’t deal in hate
they don’t destroy families, denying rights
crush all dissent, while stirring up fights
these cruel acts are not up for debate
they don’t destroy families, denying rights
peacemakers don’t deal in hate

~kat

Biolet - It is a six line poem, and like the triolet, the first two lines are repeated as the last two lines, however in reverse. The rhyme scheme of the biolet thus can be expressed as ABbaBA (with the capital  letters representing the repeated lines). 

Some glimmers in the midst of madness…

day 284

biopsy ~ a haiku

it might be cancer
a benign statement proving
it’s not in my head

~kat

And finally, taking in the beauty that surrounds me. It’s moments like these that I cherish, come what may. Peace to you. ✨💚✨