almost spring . rain drenches sleepy roots whispering softly wake up my loves, winter is fading the sun draws ever so closely courting you to bloom. you dreamt it dear ones…spring is nigh
~kat
Tried something new…adding verse to video. It could use improvement, but after several hours of tweaking and learning a new program…this is it for now! 😆
If you’d just like 30 seconds worth of rain sounds to settle your soul…here you go. (Disclaimer: the contents of this video clip and its videographer are not liable for any bladder awakenings that may occur…listen to it at your own risk! 😆)
1- pressure gently drops, old knees ache before the storm— barometer groans
2- barometers drop— inciting my knees to sing sadly, out of tune
3- storm brews in my bones— barometer dips, aching echoes through the rain
Haiku Fun with AI (ChatGPT).
As I write today’s glimmer post with poem, I am once again feeling a bit under the changing weather. My sinuses do not like barometric changes in the atmosphere, nor do my joints! So I decided to do a simple haiku on the topic.
And just for fun I asked Chat GPT/AI to write a haiku on the topic: barometers and knee pain. Can you tell me which haiku is AI generated and which is penned by yours truly? 😊
I have to admit AI is an amazing tool. But don’t worry, you won’t find me deferring to AI to write my poetry. It is the creative process that feeds my soul! In case you’re wondering, my haiku is featured in the artwork below.
Much love, peace, and authentic glimmers to you!!!
some spring rains are not warm, dazzling translucent streams backlit by the sun gently quenching fragile flower petals and shallow roots…
some spring rains are angry tempests downpours that drench the sodden earth and swell the creek beds with wind-driven shards bearing remnants of winter that graze my skin before settling deep into my bones…
some might say the grass gets watered either way, but there is something to be said for kinder, gentler deliveries even if rain is rain is rain
~kat
As you might suspect, today is one of those chilly, rainy days that doesn’t quite know how to act in late spring! To add insult to injury our electricity went out for several hours. I was still able to work using batteries and WiFi hotspots, but a cup of good hot tea was not an option as I tapped away at my keyboard lit only by the gray, muted light streaming through the windows from outside. The lights eventually came back on but my mood by then had dulled. And yet, I found myself pausing at day’s end…feeling grateful that I was still able to work, that I had a roof over my head, that the lights came back on earlier than forecasted. I warmed myself some soup before sitting down to write.
It’s true rain is rain…even the bone-chilling kind. And as I sipped that savory liquid from my cup I was reminded warmth comes from within as the soup settled in my stomach then radiated out. I took a deep breath and smiled… and just like I realized that today’s glimmer appeared after all!
beautiful cool rain drenching earth where seedlings rest anarchy at bay
~kat
I love a good rain. The sound of it on my metal roof. The occasional lightening flash. The rumble of thunder. This morning gave us a good rain. Cool, cleansing, the air fragrant, smelling of wet soil and green. It was enough to help me forget, even if only for a moment, the chaos happening in the world. I needed a reason to celebrate today.
We had a really good rain this morning. Spring is just around the corner. Nights are getting shorter, days are growing longer! Wow!!! I carried this joyful feeling with me as the day grew heavy. It helped to remember normal in moments of overwhelm.
You may not be a fan of rain. But there is likely something that brightens your mood and lightens your step. Pay attention. Make a mental note when those glimmers grab you, and tuck that feeling in your pocket to keep you throughout the day. More than ever we need to celebrate every good thing and tiny victory. It’s a win-win especially when you feel like an underdog.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to You. Did I happen to mention this morning’s rain storm to you? Ohhh… it was glorious! 😊
I feel it in my bones hours before the first drop when the sky floods gray and heavy, my knees scream my back aches and my hair becomes a web of straw clinging to my head…my thought process grows sluggish…and I think the very best I can manage is a nap, a very long nap in fact wake me up come spring when the rain is sweet and cool not this bone-chilling deluge that drenches fallen leaves grinding them into loam tree limbs overhead stripped bare, unable to shade the carnage below oh that it would snow, this season in between has lost its charm the letting go, the letting go… to death…I feel it in my bones
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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