anatomy of a movement
it’s quiet
as
the dust settles
a cool hush
bone
chilling silence
a moment’s
breath
then clarity
voices found
roar
enough! no kings!
five million
strong
in unity
the balance
of
power, shifting
~kat
a series pi-ku poems - 3-1-4
Today…yesterday actually…as I reflect on recent world and national events, hope is my glimmer.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚☮️💚✨✨✨
becoming
said stone to the river,
“how soft you feel as
you wash over me…
but after a long season
in the deep, I am forever
changed…my soul revealed.”
~kat
The weather forecast is calling for a week of rain, and flood warnings. There is a spot in my yard where grass refuses to grow. On hot, dry days it is a slope of powdery red clay; a favorite spot frequented by turkey hens who take in a dust bath and lounge in the sun. On rainy days it becomes a mudslide with the rain water transporting the top layers down to the grassy areas. It’s a slow erosion. Over the years more and more red clay is exposed with trenches where the water has streamed through.
Our lawn guy has asked us if we want him to try planting the area. But he knows us and our love of the wildlife we share this space with. Because the turkey hens love it so much, he knows we’re good to let nature landscape our yard. And the clover? Let’s not clear that either. The bunnies and deer love it too much.
Like rocks eroded over the years into smooth pebbles by rushing river streams, this place has softened and changed us too. Well manicured lawns are for urban spaces…but here in the foothills, I am content to let moss collect in the shade. Let the rain change the landscape on the hill. It feels like home.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
pausing a moment to smell the roses
remember(ing) home
here, with my heart
transformative
a popcorn popped reality
clouds obscure chaos
it was a beautiful brief bubble
off the preplanned path
sweetness fills the air
my heart remembers
this day silenced voices shall be heard
lung to lung, I inhale the universe in
~kat
It was time for another ReVerse. And I think this one captures perfectly our detour from the day to day routine for a big adventure (traveling thousands of miles to celebrate a wedding with my sister’s family). It was not without challenges. We navigated two airports and two 5 hour flights with my wife in a wheelchair, 3 carry-ons and two checked bags. We did it (in the days leading up to our departure I wasn’t sure we would!) and we survived the ordeal relatively unscathed!
I am proud of myself. It’s okay to admit it. Truly. There was a time when I couldn’t, wouldn’t dare say out loud that I was proud of myself. It felt like a braggadocious thing to say. But dammit! I did it. I have survived and navigated the past three and a half years like the fierce human I always hoped I would be. I stepped up to the plate and hit it out of the park. Okay…now that that is out of my system…a few more thoughts.
This is not the life we envisioned for our retirement. But it is our life now, and it is the best life we could have imagined even though it is doubtful that anyone in their right mind would imagine a plot twist like this.
It is our best life because we cherish each beautiful moment together and hold each other up in the dark times. We live in a house in the woods now, and the animals that we share this space with have come to trust us. The trees shade us in summer and the rains sustain us all. Our metal roof sings during storms, the clear sky is a symphony of stars at night and the breeze always carries the fragrance of the seasons. Life is good. Not for any other reason than that is how we see it. Intention and gratefulness for each moment is the reason why I am content.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.
the air
I breathe…
air infused with light
flora refreshed
remnants of creation
lingering, of birds in flight,
deer folk, of forest friends
great and small, honeybees,
of neighbors two doors down
bits of living cells that ride the wind
lung to lung, I inhale the universe in,
exhale myself into the world
we are not so different as some
would like us to believe…
we are one, in harmony
with our mother, Earth
who sustains us
and calls us to love
with every breath
Much love, peace, healing, and glimmers to you!
~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Glimmers from this morning…snapshots of our big beautiful rubber tree from last year that didn’t make it through this past winter due to a series of unfortunate events.
This spring, from its wasted rootball emerged this lovely offshoot that is thriving.
It is a clear reminder to me that even when all seems lost, hope is not far away. Sometimes it may be just below the surface. But it is there waiting to shine. It’s a call for patience and perseverance. A call to hold fast, to never give up. Let the light within you that is hidden, burst forth and shine.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨💚✨
The US is finally waking up. The map below is a representation of over 2000 events scheduled nationwide. It’s a beautiful thing! This gives me hope. This brightens my day and lifts my heart!
woke is an action verb
it’s a four-letter word
it’s a charge that demands unrest
this day silenced voices shall be heard
defending democracy…Democracy…a proper noun
~kat
much love, peace, and woke glimmers to you!
~kat
Today’s poem a gogyohka…
Five rules of Gogyohka by Enta Kusakabe (1983).
like mercury colliding... 