at dusk
the sun knows how
to leave a day
wild, in color, and fierce
bright tendrils of light
streaming through trees
only to be swallowed
by the night
~kat
and the lesson here is…go down fighting…never give up.
another sunset
in the fog of a non-war
in the fog of a non-war
it was a war that wasn’t a war, so we heard
defense long replaced by that offensive word
when asked, “what’s the plan?”
they all shrugged, “ask the man…”
“spill the files!” yelled the crowd, undeterred
~kat
No one knows why the Iran non-war war was started. Several spokespeople listed their personal guess…out loud, mind you! And worse yet, there is no plan or strategy going forward. Pick a reason. Any reason is as good as another.
Because of an unsubstantiated eminent threat
Regime change! Though the regime is still standing…less one bad guy and several of his friends…and innocent people…and troops…
We didn’t start it, but president DT is going to finish it…. Wait…what?
To settle a score….retribution…now that is as believable as any other reason.
Because DT woke up one morning and decided he was done dealing.
Or oil…Venezuela was a roaring success…right?
To liberate the people from an evil leader,…so declared the kettle…if you know, you know
To divert our attention away from the chaos here at home, or the files, remember the files? Rest assured we will never forget. We will never not want the files…all.of.them, and justice served to the monsters who perpetrated the crimes described inside.
An eye for an eye, they say.
It’s a horrible mess no matter the reason headed by an alcoholic frat boy who brags about each strike like he’s playing a video game, completely ignoring the real people who find themselves in the crosshairs.
It’s exhausting, and I’m so sorry world that this is happening…to all of us.
Much love, peace…and glimmers to you. Another sunset closes the day. As sunsets go, it was pretty basic. Nothing spectacular or breathtaking, But it is a sunset. Like every dusk before. Like every dusk to come. A burst of intense light before the darkness…And hope for the dawn…
magnetic poetry
Sometimes only magnetic words will do.
And glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat
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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in darkness
in darkness
when the great winds blow
some unyielding trees topple
and we lose power
~kat
Viewership and ratings are very important things to some people, which is why I am watching an early century rom-com and writing cryptic, double-speak haiku this very evening. If you don’t already know it about me, I am a bit rebellious, especially when rebellion is called for. I refuse to give the orange one ratings. I’ll catch the cliff notes later. Not that there will be anything said that we haven’t heard…ad nauseam. No one needs to tell me about the state of this union of states. I’m living it. Trying to make it better. Trying to highlight a few glimmers along the way.
Which brings me to the photo above. True story. The winds came. Big, blustery, mean, cold winds, and as fate would have it, it took a few trees down over some distant power lines that shut my lights off for 22 hours. I was ready this time. I fired up the remote gas logs we picked up recently, especially for an occasion such as this. Hooked up a few small generators…one for the fish tank, one for T’s c-pap machine. Tucked us all in and slept soundly under our sturdy metal roof under the stars. Even in the dark there are glimmers. The fire’s warmth and glow, flickering candlelight, and the sweet silence that happens when my houseful of buzzing, ticking, grinding appliances goes silent. It’s good sleeping in the quiet of a dark night in the woods.
With that I’ll close and get this uploaded. No doubt our emperor in chief is still babbling. Makes me smile to know I have the freedom still, to choose not to listen. 😊
Much love, peace, and glimmers in there darkness!
~kat
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