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day 318

another autumn

the autumn winds, swift and fierce
raze the forest leaves from limb
like seasons past, played their part
trees pruned, as winter begins

summer’s leaf-dressed canopy
shade from sun and camouflage
now reveal a clearer view
a hidden treasure-like mirage

nests tucked in the highest nooks
forest floor, its paths obscured
leaf-covered in amber-gold
souls of trees laid bare and pure

soon winter with frosty breath,
snow will turn the foothills white
autumn gently tucks us in
to sleep through wintery nights

~kat

I love autumn! The colors, the smells, bonfires, hot apple cider. It passes so quickly leaving us with trees stripped bare. And I must admit, I love winter trees too. To me, they are symbols of letting go, reminding me shedding what no longer serves me does not mean I have to rush to get on with whatever is next. The trees this time of year show me how to stop, to reflect, and to hope in the spring. As we enter this dark season when the nights are long may we learn to rest. After a long year may we settle into warmth of home, of family and friends, and remember what is most important.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 305

What will your life be like in three years?

it’s a date

three years from today
meet me in the hills
I’ll brew us some tea
if we are here still
the future we dreamed
the battles hard won
we’ll tip our warm cups
in the light of the sun
no longer afraid
to be seen or to speak
freedom and justice
restored to the meek
if we have survived
I’ve no doubt we will
we’ll talk about weather
here in the foothills

~kat


day 197

well bless your heart

invisible people have privileged gray lives
they never get angry or give in to strife
everything’s rosy, yes, everything’s great
they’re quick to admonish those battered by hate
who dare to feel angry at those who don’t care
dark souls who surrendered to king yellow hair
not enemies, they chide, we’re all the same
treat all with compassion, there’s no one to blame

but I have a feeling that they’ve never known
the sting of oppression, of hate in their home
from people they loved who don’t seem to care
that the vote they cast hurt family somewhere
forgiveness is bitter for those now denied
simple compassion and the right to live life
we don’t want to hear it, your lofty ideals
til you walk in our shoes and know how it feels
when half of the world thinks you shouldn’t exist
the audacious preach virtue in ignorant bliss

~kat

A rant today. I read a well-meaning post on social media that struck me the wrong way. It had a long-winded “why can’t we all just get along” vibe. Heart-felt and a tad naive, its message was also condescending to those of us with bullseyes on our backs. Those of us targeted as other, undesirables who, if the powers that be had their way, would be disappeared from the face of the earth or at least from this country. Condescending…because we’re not allowed to be angry or hold those responsible for this dumpster fire accountable. Admonished to keep the peace. To get along. To forgive and and show compassion to those who would point us out in a heartbeat if it meant finding favor with the powerful in the hopes that they might reap the benefits of the coup they helped fuel. It’s convenient to forgive and forget when you’re not living in a nightmare.

So I wrote a poem…therapy that rescues me from responding directly to such blather. I’ll crawl back under my rock now, and tuck myself in behind the closet door, hoping the monsters don’t find me.

Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you. As it happens I was visited today by several mourning doves. Often seen as a symbol of love, hope, peace, and new beginnings, I think mother nature knew I would need some encouragement today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

~kat

A little love, hope, peace, and the promise of new beginnings…today’s much needed glimmer.


day 180

soulless

how damaged must a person be
to spew pure hate with vicious glee
to hoard life’s treasures from the least
they lust for power…what kind of beast
denies humanity to them,
the poor, the weak, while they pretend
to care about the common folk
dismantling the words once wrote
by people seeking liberty
from kings demanding loyalty
clearly they have sold their souls,
to an emperor who has no clothes
the people see now what they’ve done
but it’s too late, the deed is done
when democracy dies, evil has won

~kat

It’s hard to wrap my brain around what is happening. The country I love is dying. There may be a few attempts at life support, but democracy is no longer valued. A government for the people and by the people where every person is valued and promised human rights and the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness. We have become us and them, the haves that want more, and the have-nots who stand to lose everything to feed the beast.  

Today is a very dark day in our country. 

We celebrate Independence Day this weekend. The irony is stunning. 

I am clinging to my commitment to search for glimmers each day. I started this at the beginning of the year precisely because I knew there would be moments like this. A dear friend sent me this mug. It arrived late yesterday and is my glimmer to share with you too. I am going to make some tea in it now. Join me in spirit or even with a cup of your own.

What holds me together is the realization that good still exists in this world. We may be silenced for a season to suffer the cruelty of our leaders, but we are here! There is light to be found in the eyes of those of us who remember compassion, love, and kindness.

Much love, peace, hope and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


And one more thing…the turkeys stopped by. Mama hen and chick too! That baby is growing taller, her feathers are filling in and she is a riot, running circles around the hens! Did my heart good to see them thriving. ✨💚✨


day 173

today’s glimmers…

a turkey hen showing her chick where the feeders are at dawn…
…after breakfast they head to the dust pit for a spa treatment.,,
…learning how it’s done…and mimicking mom to perfection!
a sense of summer

I know the scent and sounds of dawn
its first light’s symphony of song
the earthy scent of dew drenched loam
the sunlit sparkling fields of home

I know the feel of days at noon
sun high and hot in skies of blue
where shadows cast by towering trees
shade earth while dancing in the breeze

I love the subtle shifts at dusk
the rising mist that smells of musk
horizons edge afire en rouge
the setting sun sinks from our view

to sleep, to dream another night
to read, to write by candlelight
under the twinkling moon and stars
connecting all, both near and far

my senses swoon in summertime
I’m feeling green and that’s just fine!

~kat

Our landscaper asked us if we wanted him to fill in that exposed area of red clay and dust on the hill in our back yard area. And then he backtracked and said…never mind…I know you guys. It’s true. How could we sod over an area that gives the local turkeys (and us as their witnesses) so much happiness! I felt so fortunate to catch this dust bath ritual on film!

When people ask us how we could move away from the city and the convenience of shopping close by, to the woods, with horrible WiFi, prone to power outages, sitting on a hill with a long, steep, scary driveway…this is why.

All this happens just feet away from my window. I am so happy here. And so happy too to share this little bit of joy with you.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨