It’s been busy…and so much has transpired in the world these days. To my friends in the UK…thank you for saying out loud and proudly what we in the US are finding it increasingly dangerous to say during the recent visit by our president. So sorry you had to endure his ill-mannered behavior. But seeing the protests from across the pond did my heart good.
I have some lovely glimmers to share with you…and then a few poems to wrap things up as I catch up for yesterday and today.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Fog on Bramlett Mountain
day 259
silencing
watch the words you say they are listening from the shadows for whispers of protest free speech sacrificed to appease a thin-skinned bully a liar bent on destruction…
day 260
speaking up
say words that need said don’t let lying lies lie only truth will save us from this vile nightmare your silence is golden honesty is not policy to the powerful
no crickets at dusk just a rattling dirge generators, consuming silence the sky gray, clouds heavy with rain would I, could I live so simply if the lights stayed out
~kat
We keep telling ourselves that we need to get a full house generator. Our neighbors all have them. It makes sense. The aging trees where we live are lovely and tall, but they do what they were created to do…bend with the wind. Unfortunately, sometimes the tree branches collide with the power lines. It happens several times a season, in fact. We have a few small generators that we keep charged up for essential things. But it’s not enough we have found, especially when the outage lasts for days.
Today was another one of those days. Rainy, and not too windy, but enough to disrupt my work day. Suddenly the power died. I was able to carry on with business using the battery on my laptop and my phone as a hot spot. But I didn’t quite have the bandwidth to finish the tasks on my list of to-dos for the day. As the sky darkened I found myself drifting toward sleep. Every time we have an outage I wonder, what would life be like if things were simpler?
I’m old enough to remember when. And I do miss it sometimes as much as I love being able to connect with distant relatives and old and new friends thanks to technology.
Just as I was settling into the slower pace creeping in as dusk slipped into night, the lights, and my house full of appliances and electronics buzzed back to life. I was almost disappointed. I rarely get to sleep in silence. As I type the heat pump is pushing cool air through the ceiling vents. It’s a noise I’ve gotten used to, but it is so rare…true silence…and my question to myself? Would I? Could I? I believe definitely I could and most certainly would thrive in a simpler setting. How nice it was for a few hours’ taste to imagine it!
Much Love, Peace, and Glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
✨✨Some visitors stopped by. They show me every day how simple is done!✨✨
past grievances haunt me like unwelcome guests that I thought I’d buried long ago stirring raw emotions and words left unsaid it was time… finally time to heal
~kat
Spend time reminiscing with family and it’s bound to stir up all manner of ghosts from the past. Some memories are wonderful, and some not so. Our heart and mind decides when it’s time to dig up long-buried grievances, and then we have a choice. Shove it back into the grave we sealed it in decades ago, or give it voice, let it air, once and for all address the thing that has been gnawing away pieces of your heart even if, especially if you didn’t remember or realize it was there.
Well that happened. And it was okay. No longer buried to fester in my subconscious, the healing can begin. This is the beauty and fierce connection of family, of shared blood and DNA. When I say it has been a good visit with my sister it has been all this and more.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of healing to you.
~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
As for glimmers, I’ll leave you with this little guy…
Mr. Toad of the Bramlett Mountain Foothills, Messenger of Coming Rain and Emotional and Spiritual Communication…and Healing…fancy that!✨💚✨
Loading up the hummingbird feeders one last time in 2025.
red-throated hummingbird migration
one last sweet nectar feast before fledglings and seasoned fluttering flyers take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct due south to winter in the Panamanian tropics along the Gulf of Mexico until the spring when they return to nest
~kat
The long hot days of summer seemed endless when we were in the thick of it, wilting in the heat and humidity day after sweltering day. And then, just like clockwork, the days grew shorter, the air snapped crisp and cool, and the trees turned from green to shades of gold, red, and amber. Just like that the hummingbirds drained my nectar feeders in a feeding frenzy to fatten themselves up before heading south.
I will miss them. They’re happy chirping outside the window while I work. But winter is coming. And winter is no place for a delicate hummingbird to be. As sure as their radar directs them to the tropics, I rest in the assurance that they will return come spring, like they do every year…like clockwork.
I wonder what it is like to trust one’s instinct so doggedly that taking a thousand mile trip into the unknown known is just the annual thing one does when the temperature drops. I wonder if I have instinctual, intuitive capacity hidden somewhere inside me. I wonder if I surrendered to it, trusted and had faith enough that I would at long last find my way to nirvana or utopia, or whatever destination it is that we all seem to be driving toward. Somewhere along the way from birth to these many decades later, I’ve forgotten how to fly. The truth is, I have forgotten I have wings. How grateful I am for the lessons of my little friends. In fact I feel a little flutter in my heart just thinking of it!
Glimmer 152: Found at our home away from home…An Old World Rock Pigeon feather. AKA a Homing pigeon. Fun facts: The rock Pigeon is a wild ancestor of all domestic and feral pigeons, inhabiting coasts, cliffs, and caves. Pairs nest in rock crevices, often mating for life. They are known for their ability to fly very long distances to return to their homes, navigating using the sun’s position and the earth’s magnetic fields. Thanks to this ability, pigeons were used as messengers, particularly during World Wars I and II. I believe this little left behind messenger’s note has a message for me too. ✨💚✨
travel bliss
five hours in flight at thirty-two thousand feet… clouds obscure chaos
trusk trending
~kat
Hello my creative friends. Rest assured I am still here. I have been traveling…a lot. On Tuesday by car, 10 hours round trip, to bring Gabby to my daughter’s for safekeeping while we are away.
So happy to be here as long as the belly rubs keep coming…Missing mom…I’ll be here thanks…😢Vacation is not so bad…actually I’m enjoying this…Settling in…keeping my human sister company while she works…just like I do with mom…(Does my heart good to know that Gabby is well cared for while we’re away) 💚 ( glimmers 153-154)
On Wednesday, 4 hours by car, 2 hours by check in and TSA with my wife in a wheelchair and 5 hours in air to cross country, 2,483 miles to be exact, give or take, to attend my niece’s wedding.
On Thursday, I crashed, personally, not the plane of course, though it was an unusually bumpy flight. 😳 I needed a day to recover. I am an old lady by some folk’s standards. One year shy of 70 as of Monday (you can do the math) and me wondering how I can keep this pace up. Working full time, caring for a partner with a debilitating disability, managing a household…
It’s an interesting type of imposter syndrome. Feeling young of mind and heart only to be reminded by my body when I push it too far. Today we will be tasked with dipping pretzels in white chocolate, sprinkling them with burgundy colored sugar sprinkles. I’m told by my sister that the sprinkles match the groom’s shirt color. We are honored to be assigned such an important task! 🥰
Tomorrow is the wedding. I’ll send some glimmers, of which I’m sure there will be many. Then on Sunday…a day on the road, a red eye flight back home arriving Monday morning…a four hour car trip, a recovery nap and Tuesday a road trip to fetch Gabby who is currently being spoiled by my daughter as you saw above. Then Wednesday back to work and routine. I could say, I’m too old for this shit, but I won’t. I am just so happy and grateful to be here, alive and well enough to still experience the blessings of this blip of a life. I’m dropping a few glimmers for you here to make up for my absence. Be back to it soon!
Glimmer 155…today’s harvest of hearts…to add to my growing collection, ready to be gifted to a friend or stranger as the universe nudges me. Blessings abound!
Some additional poetic offerings…and a new form…the Pi-Ku! Who knew!!! A 3-1-4 haiku style poem. Love it!
3.1415926535 (a pi archimedes poem)
trUsk trending
sad when egos clash sick when bro’s lose the love a popcorn popped reality show gone mad on the world stage proof our president is a fool surrounded by fools
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