nothing changed today . here in my little world routine happened, on schedule, no surprises it’s easy to ignore the rest of the world the news when my day progressed as planned should I really be concerned today was fine I’m fine, everything is fine
~kat
There’s an old fable about a boiling frog. If you put a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will jump out. But if you put a frog in a pot of cold water, and slowly turn up the heat the frog will stay in the pot until it boils to death.
I spend most of my days trying to live in the present. When the end of the day comes, if I am still safe, free to walk outside, to go shopping, free of communicable disease, still married, and not actively being targeted by some militia, I consider that to be a good day. Granted, some days are more challenging than others…with the usual stuff…but that’s life. I’m accustomed to overcoming obstacles.
But when I take in a bit of news, I wonder, should I be doing something. And if I should, what should I do when the powers that be seem to be barreling nonstop toward an end that doesn’t look good for me and many others. Should I be worried? Already thousands of my neighbors in this country have felt the sting of their bite. By living in the present, inside my safe bubble, am I just denying the inevitable. Will someone close to me, or will I be next to fall victim to their unjust sweep in the name of making their world great again? Am I a frog in a pot of slowly boiling water?
Just thinking out loud. I had to sleep on this one. My days are bleeding into one another. But I’m still here, paying attention, looking for glimmers. A group of doe with their yearlings came by last evening…there was peace on my little hill for a moment…for several moments…for now…✨💚✨
can be overwhelming to bear when we are not present
~kat
A Word Cinquain 5 lines total in the following pattern: 1 word – 2 words – 3 words – 4 words – 1 word.
Suffice to say…today was a MONDAY! I spent much of the day feeling frazzled. Work was a bear.
A new glimmer in my space though is the tree wall art pictured above. Yesterday, I created a little magic by using a string of lights strategically placed behind the design to give it a backlit effect. I needed a little glimmer after my work day. Not that the sunset wasn’t spectacular…it was…not that I wasn’t visited by the crows, songbirds, turkeys and deer …I was. But tonight I just needed a quick fix and my backlit tree did the trick. I was able to sit back in my great room and soak it all in. And for the first time all day I had a few good breaths…slow and deep. A precious moment that saved me!
Peace, Love, and glimmers to you…Remember to breathe.
milquetoast | manifesto (a Cleave Poem ~ you know what to do*)
before I was me | when messy life happens I was a good girl | spiraling out of control the responsible one | a total nightmare the go-to helper | complete and utter chaos you could always depend on me | when everything you know to get things done | has gone to hell acquiescent, compliant | until there is nothing left I followed the rules | I will fight to the death when your way or the highway | to restore sanity and justice forced me to choose, I chose | to speak truth to power it is after all what we do | to defend what is precious when we are raised to be | a lover of freedom submissive, with a smile | out, loud, and proud I was invisible then | this is me now…deal with it!
~kat~
•..and in case you don’t, Cleave poems are read in three parts. Essentially it’s three poems in one, best when each column divided by one of these { | }, is read as a separate poem. Poem 1 – column 1; Poem 2 – column 2; and the the grand finale, lose the divider “|” and read the entire line across. If I’ve done my job here, each poem will stand on its own and the final read will bring both opposing thoughts together. If you would like to write one here’s my best tip. Start with one free verse. Set your divider at the end of each line and write a second free verse line by line in an opposing view. Then tweak a bit to make each line flow when read alone and as a complete line. Good luck. These are always excellent mind workouts when you’re looking for a challenge! 😊
A few thoughts today…
A well-meaning friend advised me the other day that they had started the process of deleting all manner of identifiers or references to progressive ideas, thoughts or beliefs from their social media and online footprint to make it harder to be found out when the subversive powers planning revenge and retribution seek us out (which they believe is coming next after they dismantle all safety nets and accountability for the common good). It felt a slight bit paranoid to me. They suggested, of course, that I do the same…just lay low, try to survive the next 4 years. Stay as much under the radar as possible…go back in the closet of course…and hope they let us live.
The truth is, I gently reminded my friend “they” already know us, and who we are, where we live, work and play, to the finest detail. Every thing we buy, or search for online, every place we go, now that cars and phones have GPS, every click we click. They know what size shoes we wear, how we take our coffee or tea, what we like to read and what we watch on TV. Try searching for a certain style of lamp shade anywhere, and you will be bombarded with lampshade advertisements for weeks…EVERYWHERE you connect with the world. It’s too late to bow out of this circus, I’m sorry to say.
And it got me thinking. Who am I? Who is any one of us if we can’t be who we are. Is free expression reserved only for a chosen few, and who gets to choose and how? Is it power? Is it money? Is there a devil doling out sweet deals for souls? And that thought right there stopped me as I was pondering all of this.
My soul is not for sale. Come what may, I can’t change who I am or who I am called to be, even for the safety that invisibility might afford me. I may lose the battle to be authentically real, truthful, kind and above all compassionate and loving. But I am in good, good company. We have power too. We are hope and light. As long as we stand together this world cannot fade to black. And it takes a bit more that a fierce bag of wind and bluster (even if the national weather service has been shut down so there is no warning that it’s coming) to extinguish our flame!
there once was an old gal who rarely got sick except for mid-season, she’d come down with ick the pollen in spring, and in autumn, the hay had her sniffling, coughing, and sneezing all day a spirit-laced toddy always fixed her up quick!
~kat~
Why do we call it under the weather? Because I think I might be. But I don’t throw idioms around lightly so I headed to google.
Turns out it’s a nautical term from the 1800’s used when sailors were feeling seasick or ill. They would head below the weather deck to recuperate. Some people who want to debate it’s origins counter that we are, all of us, every day and night, under the sky so in fact, we all are under the weather. Silly history deniers! I like history. The historical source of this phrase makes perfect sense! When sailors on old ships headed into stormy weather, no doubt it was a common thing to feel a little ill. Or Under the weather as I believe they most probably said…it’s a gem of an idiom.
We’re dealing with stormy seas here in 2025 aren’t we? You knew I’d figure out a way to relate what was to what is, didn’t you? Haha! Well I won’t bore you with my random thoughts, because I am currently down with a bit of seasonal allergy ick. And yes I did fix myself a nice hot toddy to sooth my head!
Everyone needs to go below deck to recuperate now and again. But to get the ship back on course toward solid ground, once we’ve found our center, we need to head back up to face the storm. Yep…I couldn’t resist! With that I am going to sign off for now, sip my spiked elixir and hopefully sleep off this pollen sludge. Tomorrow is another day!
ode to freedom to symbols of goodness how special you were then smooth operators in suits took power from the people… it was great for a while
~kat
Tried a new Magnetic Poetry Kit…the Mustache. It’s pretty much a collection of the words you might expect to find in a mustache category. Our country reeks of excessive, aggressive testosterone these days. No offense at all intended toward the gentlemanly men in the world. But hardness and meanness, bullish behavior is celebrated these days. How sad it makes me feel to have to witness this in my lifetime. And how I mourn for my children’s children who are inheriting this disaster.
After work today I walked outside to get some fresh air and soak in the last rays of sunlight. To the west the sun burned bright and golden just above the horizon. To the east storm clouds hung over the budding trees along my driveway. Random raindrops dotted the ground and the wind whistled through the treetops. I needed that glimmer. My day was long and challenging and what little news I caught was not good. But how grateful I am to have lived another day, and to be blessed with such a beautiful sight at day’s end. Grab your glimmers wherever, whenever you can. It is like manna from heaven!
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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