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! 😆)
refugees . blue eyes and blond hair, traits inherited from my ancestors, foreign refugees, who dared to hope in Liberty’s promise of freedom, compassion, opportunity… . from across the ocean they came with dreams for a future, a fresh start they put down roots and worked hard, found a home here, raised a family not unlike today’s sojourners seeking refuge from oppression only to find the Lady immured
~kat
I have decided to stop counting the days. It took me days, the entire week actually, to scratch this bloody commentary of a pi-sequence poem (3.1415926535 8979323846 for the syllable count each line)
It’s exhausting here in the trenches watching everything implode. My heart breaks daily for the victims of cruelty and hate.
I manage to get up everyday, tend to my animal friends, and work, but the darkness only seems to get darker. It’s hard to ignore. Hard to feel anything but guilt that the scourge hasn’t reached my door yet. Most of all I am horrified by the way we are treating each other…especially children. Those who claim to support life, clearly don’t. Their concern ends at birth.
I wrote another poem… an acrostic…
I heard a rumor…
It’s about time… Most reasonable, relatively sane people would agree Presidential immunity is over Elections are not for the overtaking And democracy is not for sale Congress is finally waking up, ready to Hold this corrupt dictator wannabe accountable
Tell DJT and his sycophants it’s over Restore decency and justice for all Undo every vile executive order that Made him and his ilk richer…declare Power to the people where it belongs
~kat
I do hope the rumors are true and congress follows through.
As for glimmers. Just because I am not counting days does not mean I’m not paying attention and looking for glimmers! If I can hold onto a glimmer of hope, show compassion and kindness, even if it feels inadequate to counter the relentless onslaught of terrible…I have to trust that it is enough. Especially if I’m not the only one glimmering.
So yes, I also have a few glimmers to share. They are both tiny. Sometimes tiny is best because it forces you to notice…to lean in,
We have babies of various forms,,,
Snail Babies…Their parents have passed on, but not before depositing these clustery clutches of eggs…their legacy lives on.African Violet Blooming BabiesFirst blooms post-transplant. A message perhaps?Bloom where you are planted. Whatever that means for you, it is more than enough. If we each do our thing…together we are legion!
late afternoon sun hints of spring coming soon winter’s cloak melting
~kat
Celebrating a second glimmer today. Isn’t it beautiful! The sound of snow melting in harmony with the breeze; an occasional solo by a passing crow. I needed to see…I needed to feel the sun today. Mother Nature never fails.
Much love, peace, hope, kindness, and glimmers to you!
Today’s Glimmer! As per my routine, the deer get a scattering of corn outside the fence…the birds get seed and peanuts inside the fence. This doe decided to partake of both! 😆 when I shushed her away she cleared the fence in one graceful, magnificent leap. Took my breath away, in a very good way ✨💚✨
lost in bread dough and glimmers
I catch myself feeling content, happy even, enjoying life, sunshine on my face, breathing sweet fresh air, and birdsong how can a five-year-old boy be a criminal…the worst of the worst? sometimes I lose myself in bread dough, kneading, shaping it into a perfect round mound, the sweet smell of warm yeast wafting they were just trying to help, domestic terrorists are not helpers how fortunate I am to do work I love, organizing, scheduling, creating, planning travel for others… what I wouldn’t give to travel…far from here they disappear them one by one, nameless bodies, to fill their quota I catch myself desperate to find glimmers bright spot in the everyday, clinging to them as if they are a lifeline…they are a lifeline have you noticed the world is on fire, there is smoke burning our eyes and lungs… I vacillate between light and dark, joy and immense sorrow, hope and despair, compassion and anger… anger mostly, and survivors guilt because the monsters haven’t knocked on my door…yet I bought a whistle on a lanyard the other day, my camera phone is charged and ready for glimmers…for monsters, for recording the history that they are trying to erase there is no making sense of the lies but there is truth we all see with our own eyes
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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