rock-a-bye moon the stars have run out of wishes…the fat lady sang her song, but no one was listening…the fiddler had played them to sleep and a thousand suns faded to black
~kat
It was one on those days. My phone ringing off the hook. Hours talking family members through stuff. I must’ve hung out my “Mom is in” sign in the clouds. It is rare that I get an actual phone call. These days the preferred mode of communication is text. It’s lovely to be needed. Years after they have grown and started lives and families of their own, a simple phone call is a wonderful thing…a voice…not text shorthand and emojis on a screen. Needless to say I launched immediately into mom mode. It’s the little things, isn’t it?
I tend to lean toward chronicling the times we’re living in through poetry, and my writing. That’s why glimmers have become an important detour for me. Today, it was o phone call. And of course Gabby too. She keeps me from going over the edge.
A silly Gabby…As if to say…why so serious mom? Why indeed! She just might be an angel…
full midsummer moon the first days of the harvest no reapers to sow
~kat
As summer winds down I think about farmers and wonder how they will manage after the recent ice raid’s have disappeared members of their workforce.
There may or may not be enough workers. There may or may not be varying tariff taxes pushing the prices we pay higher.
There may or may not be wars and while our fearless leader keeps the nuclear codes close.
The common element above is uncertainty. These things may or may not happen. And because of that, it makes no sense to worry about what might be. There are some things of course that are not uncertain.
For me, it’s a call to show kindness and compassion. To hold a place at our table for the marginalized and the outcast. We are not helpless and there is still reason to hope.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
And glimmers…there are always glimmers to be found. Tonight as the moon blooms into fullness, it matters not that the night act is overcast with clouds. The moon still illuminates the sky. It’s a beautiful night! Rest well my friends.
i had never danced with such wild abandon no, i wasn’t drunk i was mortified…distressed there was no music playing it was quite a scene some gawked in horror, some laughed at me…spinning round flailing limbs, tossing my hair spider web stuck to my face
~kat
I had my eye exam today. The word exam is a misnomer I think. It’s not the sort of thing one studies for. I don’t know that I’ve ever failed. But age is dimming my once sharp vision. Every year my prescription gains a percentage or two. In the world of eye health, higher numbers are not a good thing. But these days we have the technology to keep the lens lightweight and slim. So, it’s not so bad.
Of course that leads me to my next daunting task…picking out a new pair of glasses. There are hundreds to choose from. Hundreds. And only a few that I can bear the looks of…actually I can barely see them. I take a photo on my phone and then look at myself using my current inadequate glasses. Invariably the one I settle on is the most expensive. But I tell myself, I deserve to treat myself every now and again. And I have good insurance that covers half. It’s a chore. And the fact that I’m saying that makes me sound old…cranky about the extra effort it takes to get along in the world.
I’m chuckling to myself, thinking, it’s come to this now hasn’t it… I am struck by the fact that I am so fortunate to be here. Fortunate to be able to do mundane things, to follow a schedule (if I forget, my animal friends remind me to tend to them at least), to have a job that pays the bills, to have friends and family.
So, my eyes are going, my joints ache, and my hair is thinning from my head and growing on my chin. But I am alive and relatively healthy. For the time it took to consider all this, to write a silly poem, to collect a photo for today’s glimmer…I almost forgot that the world around me is crumbling. And I realize too, that even if everything ends as we know it, they can’t take away the memory of today. A good day. I’m getting new glasses after all. That first step outside is always a stunner when I look at the trees and see each leaf clear as day. Something to look forward to. That’s how I get through times such as these. Moments count.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s glimmers are some old favorites. One can never get enough bunny and hummingbird mojo!
as ignorant blind fools sleep along the forest edge I went I refuse to blend into oblivion Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water done and kept anonymous potted plants are not still life
~kat
Well, this week’s ReVerse will make you think. I tell myself that I should not try too hard to make sense of it. After all, it’s just six lines lifted from the poems written over the past 6 days. Six lines.
To say ‘it’s been a week’ is a loaded statement for sure. It’s been months of unbelievably insane weeks. No need to wait for the left shoe to drop…it’s been raining left shoes.
That said, hope feels like a very brave thing to do. In those moments in between hopelessness I have glimmers to keep me. I hope you are able to embrace the glimmers in your life as well. Be assured you are not alone.
Much love and peace to you…and glimmers, especially glimmers!
another too long day of chores lost to daylight…but always, there at least a moment for a glimmer. Isn’t she magnificent!
violets
blooming where planted potted plants are not still life bursting with secrets
~kat
The lady at the counter could see that I was a reluctant gardener. If she only knew how many lush plants I had ushered home to die. Maybe she figured that out as she looked at me with kindness, a slight tilt of her head while eyeing my selected purchase…”don’t you want one of the plants with flowers already blooming?”
The shelves of her market store were loaded with thriving, blooming specimens, bursting with purple, blue and pink blooms. Clearly, she had a knack for keeping violets.
“No, I like the green, healthy look of this one.” More than anything I wanted to prove to myself that I could master this. To feed and water and nurture something so delicate that it might one day reward me with flowers.
She seemed to know what I was thinking. As if on cue she started to list all the things a new violet parent must do to raise a thriving, happy plant. “Never let water touch the leaves, you know… (I didn’t), place your plant in a dish with water and feed it. Never spray its leaves with mist (I had wilted many a leaves in my shaded history with this practice). And give it sunlight.”
I thanked her for such good advice and left the shop with a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe this time I can pull it off. At least for now having a green living thing inside my home, will bring me joy every day…and it did.
Weeks passed and my little plant grew fuller and greener. Thankfully my cats left it alone. There was no hint of flowering but I told myself that having a living thriving plant was enough. Secretly I wondered if I should have taken the shop lady’s advice and picked out an already blooming specimen. I wondered if having a beautiful green plant was enough after all my concerted effort to do it right this time.
Just when I had made peace with my beautiful, simple, thriving green plant, and the idea that I was okay with it being flowerless, it happened! I noticed a cluster of buds hidden under the leaves.
There are so many lessons to be gleaned from this little exercise in hope, faith, persistence, kindness, and love, but I’ll leave that to you to surmise.
Much love, peace, hope, joy, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Oh…and one more thing about this late next day post…I have decided to stop feeling remorse for falling asleep, failing to finish a post before the stroke of midnight. I promised myself 365 days of glimmers and 365 days it will be even if a few spill into the next day or year by a day or two. We are likely to need glimmers then, perhaps even more, if things keep moving in the direction of the past 7 months. The important thing is that we take a moment to discover them. Peace out my peeps!
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