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gentle grace

gentle grace
.
come
away with me…
rest
here, where the deer folk
feel safe, under the juniper trees
shaded,
where trust is manifest
by coexisting
from a wee distance

~kat

I’m not ignoring the elephant in the corner…another illegal, rogue move by DT. As I woke to the news, all I could think was…this maniac holds the nuclear codes…he is just a heartbeat away from blowing us all to smithereens…and then I stopped myself. What good can come of worrying about the what-ifs.

I chose instead to start my day, enjoy a warm bowl of steel-cut oats with butter, brown sugar, and cream, do some weekly shopping, tend to my animals, and enjoy the sun, blue sky, and warming temperatures. And if that wasn’t enough, as the day slipped into late afternoon and the shadows grew long, I noticed several deer lounging in the grass at the back corner of my yard near the woods’ edge.

It made my heart sing to see them. To realize that they feel safe enough to rest here out in the open within my view. It confirmed to me that choosing to move through my day, despite the terrible news from last night was the best thing I could be doing right now. To rest, recharge, and ready myself for survival, if life comes to that.

Today there was a hint of spring in the air, and the bright sun felt warm on my skin. Today I needed to rest…and my dear deer friends stopped by to remind me to trust this moment…at least for this moment, I am safe.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Nesting – A Monotetra

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Photo Source: Pixabay

 

Paper scraps, moss and bits of twine
Feathers, leaves, wisteria vines
A compost cup of mud and slime
Where nestlings dine, where nestlings dine.

Bumper pads, diapers, teddy bears
Bassinets, booties, rocking chairs
Gathered in wait for future heirs
A mom prepares, a mom prepares.

Books, newspapers and magazines
Pizza boxes from floor to beams
Collectibles to the extreme
A hoarder’s dream, a hoarder’s dream.

Tattered blankets and cardboard bed
collected things others have shed
A duffle bag to rest one’s head
a homeless-stead, a homeless-stead.

A bit of twine, a cardboard base
Bassinets, booties, books to case
We all build nests to feel safe
We need our space, we need our space.

kat ~ 18 March 2016

A bit late to the party. This is a Monotetra in response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge. For more information about this poetry form or to read other monotetras, click HERE.