Today’s Glimmer: A doe and her twins under a hickory tree in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills ~kat / July 2025
switching to survival mode
I know how to survive, how to stretch a few leftovers into more how to add water to milk to make it last one day longer… when I was a girl my family lived in a motel with a kidney-shaped pool a few steps away from the interstate, from an underpass where others lived, who weren’t as fortunate as we I know where to find pennies, enough buy fast food dollar meals, how to barter for groceries, taking care of someone else’s kid so mine could eat, how to resurrect hand-me downs to clothe us, sewing squares of well-worn fabric into colorful quilts to brighten our space, oh I know…
someone told me the other day, you’ve done a lot of things in your life… I have, I smiled…I wanted to say it’s called survival, but only other survivors understand that you do the jobs no one else will do, building experience and skills to gain a few more pennies, moving from job to job, several at a time, as time sifts through your life like sand. i can make do and make work the crumbs and scraps of life, things others toss in the trash keeping us just shy of enough… it’s been decades now…decades…
I still keep a jar of spare change always at the ready just in case, I hunt for bogo sales at the market stocking my pantry with one extra I keep clothes patched and useful long after they’ve gone out of style and yet…and yet I wake each morning grateful for the sun and the rain, and this blessed life, my greatest accomplishments are my children and their children and theirs
they say the tariffs will raise the cost of living for those of us who pay to live…I’m ready, though I wish we didn’t need to be…I know how to survive in the best and the worst of times. as long as i can keep a pot of soup simmering, there will always be plenty enough to share and room for one, or two, or a few more at my table this is how we survive…together
As proof that you can find glimmers ANYWHERE…I present to you my creative furball heaving feline, Frankie’s latest late night creations. I may be losing it! 🤣🤣🤣 But you gotta admit it helps to be a bit loony in times like this.
Feline Furball Gallery by Frankie
Big Bird on a Bonsai Tree ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie
The Thin Man ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie
I hope you are inspired and amused by these amazing works of wretching art.
eye of the beholder
when the world turns dark glimmers of light may be found in absurdity
much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find a way to create lemonade from life’s lemons…or in my case discover the artistic talent of a simple house cat with a weak stomach…May glimmers of light and humor happen to you when you least expect it and when you need it most!
grandma always said that we should never tell a lie she spoke with wisdom, so we listened and obeyed the truth always comes out, she’d say, don’t you even try grandma always said that we should never tell a lie you can spot a liar, they won’t look you in the eye eventually you’ll find you can’t believe a word they say grandma always said that we should never tell a lie she spoke with wisdom, so we listened and obeyed
~kat
The lies are overwhelming. It’s all lies now. And the liar in chief is telling his followers how to deflect questions seeking the truth by repeating the latest fabrication. It feels chaotic and crazy for those not deceived by this common snake oil hawker looking to line his pockets from the suffering of others.
I didn’t think it was possible, but it does appear that the chief liar is running out of lies. When everything is a lie, people stop listening and start paying attention to what is happening in reality. They realize that they are not immune from the consequences of bad, cruel, and destructive policy. Policy that sounded good, that they voted for when it was directed toward other groups of people. Truth eventually comes to light. I learned this when I was a child. It is stunning to witness this in real time. To witness a liar drown in the overwhelming power of truth rising.
Speak truth to power. It’s never been more important.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of truth to you!
When my soul returns generations from now I would like to inhabit the body of a pampered dog…like my Gabby. She had a rough beginning, but boy did she hit the jackpot.
anything tranquility amidst the storm when you wake up in a cloud, a pea-soupy shroud, thinking out loud… where fences are for leaning while talking about life and the weather…
the audacious preach virtue in ignorant bliss
it’s not luxury
~kat
A gentle reminder…take care of yourself. That seems to have been the theme of this past week. Even though things have been a little crazy these days, the best thing you can do is remember to take time for yourself. As the last line in the ReVerse says…it’s not a luxury.
I leave you today with photos of a doe and her twin fawns. They are perfect and she is an exceptional mother. This is your moment to take a few moments to breathe.
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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