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! 😆)
A Moment of Clarity ~ Storm Sage, Virginia January 2026
no plan z . when my best laid plans fail again and again, forced to let go my best intentions, face truth, and accept reality, how grateful am I for moments of soft clarity reminding me how small I am reminding me to embrace the truth… this life is not a battle to be won but an clear invitation to remember i am one with all that I am the calm before, and the tempest, made of stardust one with all living things
~kat A pi-sequence poem. Syllable count: 3.1415926535 8979323846
Life has been a bit of a blur lately. The foothills where I live has been visited by Fern and Sage (don’t let their sweet names fool you…these girls were quite tempestuous!) over the past week and a half with temperatures deep and frigid.
I immediately snapped into survival mode keenly aware that I am a caretaker to not only my menagerie of furry, feathered and finned aquatic friends, but my disabled spouse who depends on me to provide for and protect. In no way am I complaining. It is a labor of love to care for my little family. I did what I have always done as a master-survivor. I assess the situation, come up with a plan, and execute the solution. It has worked for me over and over throughout my life. But this time as I worked through plans A, B, C, and on, just when I thought I had a clear directive, nature reminded me that I clearly did not.
Hitting a wall will wake you up. I had to accept the reality that we are snowed in until nature turns up the temperature and melts the snow and ice that refuses to play by my rules. As far as I can tell, that means another week or two stranded. Plows cannot clear our steep driveway. I know this because they told us so. “So sorry…good luck!”
When you get to plan Z there is only one thing you can do. Take stock of what is, and make the best of it. During this exercise I realized what a blessing i am receiving when I took stock of the reality of our situation.
We are safe and warm with no power loss (I’m knocking on wood as I type), and the investment we made this autumn of a battery operated gas log system for our hearth ensures we will have heat if the power does go out.
We have food and water to last a good long while.
We have friends who can meet me at the road and neighbors just past the fence who can get out and about if I need essentials or medicine from the store.
I have snow cleats for my boots to help keep me upright when I need to trek across the property. (Thanks for that tip last year Peter!)
We have each other and our beloved animal family, and lovely friends and neighbors.
And finally, when I was forced to stop surviving…I realized the incredible beauty around me, the gift of peace and presence, and the assurance that we would be okay. We have all we need to be okay.
Some of the blessings…glimmers if you will ✨💚✨
And so I settled in, baked my first loaf of artisan bread in a new Dutch oven I was gifted at Christmas, and made a big pot of chicken soup. Oh, and I binge-watched the entire first season of a series I had been wanting to see but never had time for, with Gabby my pup napping next to me.
Instead of cursing the weather, I settled in to our haven on an impassable hill during ice and snow, in the midst of trees. And I finally feel like I’ve come home.
Much love, peace, kindness, and gentle glimmers to you!
Rain in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills (a few moments of zen and healing) ~kat 2026
lying eyes . they would like us all to accept their bold lies to move on, surrender, get on with our lives but we can’t unsee it the hot truth screaming from our phones her last words, her smile kindness snuffed out in an instant by hate wielding a gun, trained to kill, from every angle, time-lapsed, freeze-framed they can’t hide we can’t, won’t forget
~kat In memory of Renee Nicole Good, may she rest in peace.
I woke this morning to rain. It will be an all day event. Gray, muted skies and the rhythmic tapping of raindrops on the soft, and growing softer, saturated ground.
I often view rain as tears from heaven. This weekend especially, it is fitting that the universe is bereft as it witnesses the horrors we humans inflict on one another by day and candlelit parks and byways, like stars fallen to the earth, flickering, as those seeking answers and justice gather shoulder to shoulder by night to remember the innocents lost to hate.
I’ll close today’s post with this second poem inspired by the rain…
raining tears . i stand here looking up face drenched in raindrops hiding the tears I’ve held for too long cold, hot wet, my raw eyes, burning my heart breaking for this world gone mad may we all find peace and healing and the resolve to stand clear-eyed in the breach between good and evil unflinching and unblinking united to take our country back much love, peace, healing, and glimmers…
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I’m trying, truly trying to hold onto hope. This almost full year (one more day!) of glimmers has helped me. I hope if you have joined me on this quest, that the glimmers I’ve shared, and the ones you have discovered and shared with me as well, have helped you during this dark time. Keep the lights on my friends. 💚
(Pi Sequence poems using these digits to set syllable counts for each line: 3.14159265358979323)
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
Mr. Bean, age 24 years, hates getting photographed. He ruffles his feathers and hides when I pull out my phone. Smart boy!
long in tooth . gray thinning hair, smile lines, soft belly, pale skin the mirror tells a morbid story one foot in the grave, clock ticking but my soul knows no age she twinkles from my clear blue eyes that girl with big dreams, still reaching, taking up space like she owns the place… she’s earned it, every inch
~kat (poem inspired by pi sequence syllable count: 3.1415926535897)
I tried to take a break from the news today. It has gone from bad to worse. And it never stops! I am outraged by recent events as the truth breaks through the lies. I plan to stay the course. To use my voice. And on that note, I caught a few seconds of Gabby singing the song of her tribe. In this world of liars, be a Gabby, pure, fearless, and brave as only a tiny little pint of a dog can be.
Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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Gabby…Call of the Wild (with Mr. Bean egging her on in the background!)
One more glimmer…you know you need it! Tonight’s beautiful, beautiful sky. As I gaze at the stars I imagine you, dear reader, looking at those same stars. Here’s looking at YOU! 💚😊💚
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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