This group of true mushrooms started showing their green little heads at dawn in my banana tree pot. They progressed from buttons to hooded in just one day! By night they had already toppled over and were returning back into the damp soil. It’s an ancient cycle that has been happening for eons!
sleep comes easy for the heartless who’ve sold their souls to hate to those who relish cruelty while hoarding privilege, wealth, and treasure while the night hums with the prayers of souls, woke, who cling to hope for the dawn
evil under cloak of night…
the lawless are positively giddy in the dark halls of power as they pull the plug on a dying nation’s life support people die everyday…they’ll get over it…we won
and yet…on a final glimmering note:
i watched a squirrel atop a birdfeeder sending bits of seed to the waiting mouths of landfeeders: deer, turkeys, mourning doves even the smallest of creatures are capable of kindness
Even when I find myself exhausted from the troubling direction that the leaders of our country are taking us, the natural world draws me in to give me the assurance that everything is not lost. There is still order on the world. Night and day, the seasons, new life blooming and birthing all around me…and random fascinating acts of kindness from the smallest (my squirrel friend tossing seeds to those waiting below) to the tallest…the trees providing haven and shade on hot summer days. There is balance and a sort of routine to the natural ecosystem. Even nature’s predators are not being hateful when collecting their prey. It is survival…it is the cycle of life.
Humans, given our big brains, could learn a thing or two from the world around us. I try to focus on the things nature is trying to teach me, especially when the humans around me are acting badly. It’s tempting to retaliate, to have the upper hand, to win at all costs and then gloat over my rightness. I’m not always successful. Sometimes I get downright mad!
But at the end of the day those types of victories don’t fill me with happiness or contentment. Acts of kindness, a smile toward a stranger who receives it and smiles back, helping someone without them needing to ask, forgiving those who trample over me in word or action and hoping they might eventually figure out why they’re so angry that they have to hurt others. Hoping they find peace one day…maybe through kindness I can be a light. Those things give me peace…and a purpose, especially in times like this, when it’s easy to feel hopeless.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…remember to be kind, let that light of yours shine. ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
~kat
Poetry form: Sijo
A sijo is a traditional Korean poetic form, characterized by its three-line structure. Each line typically contains 14-16 syllables, resulting in a total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem. The first line is introduces a theme or situation, the second line develops it, and the third line introduces a twist or unexpected turn, providing the poem’s conclusion.
there’s a deliciously cool breeze rolling through the foothills dancing with turned up tree leaves, a welcome relief from days of oppressive heat, supper’s on the stove, stuffed peppers, tomato sauce, and shredded mozzarella the kitchen filled with spice and warmth as droplets leave craters in the dust and tap lightly on the metal roof, hummingbirds sipping nectar, deer and turkey hens plucking up bits of corn, squirrels collecting sunflower seeds, scurrying into the woods to take shelter, mourning doves coo-cooing, crows caw-cawing, goldfinches flickering, cowbirds clucking… my dog at my feet, the cats chasing dust bunnies dusk and dinner time when everything slows down and sleep waits in the wings to escort me to dreamland, but I must admit, on this darkening, gray night on the cusp of a storm, it feels as if I am already dreaming
~kat
Three times I have written a few thoughts as I typically do…and three times while editing the draft, I have completely lost the text into the Ethernet. I think that means today’s poem is meant to stand on its own.
But I do have a few glimmers to share with you.
The first one is a snapshot of my mail order lotus flower beans that to my surprise are actually popping open and coming to life!
And the second, a latecomer from my evening walk after the storm that never amounted to more than a few drops of rain and a few impressive flashes of lightening and booming thunder…it was a dud. But I digress. Before the Gremlins here delete me yet again…I found this beautiful, magical gift from one of my crow friends.
A single crow feather is a sign of protection. It’s a good omen if you see one because it means that even when you feel like you’re in danger, someone or something is watching over you to keep you safe.
I think maybe this crow totem may have had something to do with my technical issues this evening! 😳😆
when shade offers no rest from the heat and the breeze feels like hot breath on your skin, there is only one thing to do…water the flowers… and yourself so you don’t wither!
Welcome to The Bramlett Mountain Foothills Cafe and Red Dust Spa! It’s girls’ day out today. Five lovely Jennies stopped by strutting their beautifulness, and talking turkey…Oh, I sure would love to know what or who they’re talking about! It was quite a spectacle worthy of reality show notoriety.
The sights we see here in the foothills! It was a good day, and started out fabulous…glimmery even! Five glimmers to be exact!
Stay cool my friends! Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
the air is thick and wet earth barely breathing beneath clouds that have fallen from a purple sky at dusk…I am overcome by the sweetness of flowers
~kat
We’re having a heat wave. Someone asked me what’s going on with this hot weather? And I replied…global warming? But it depends on who you ask! 😉
But, seriously, it is breathtakingly hot…and not in a good, beautiful way! Here in Virginia we have the added impact of humidity. This clammy combination makes for oppressive heat. When I took a photo of my front yard this evening, you could see the moisture hanging in the air. Everything is a bit muted and cloudy.
As much as I loathe conversations that devolve into an appraisal of the weather, here we are … or rather here I am boring you with the weather! There is certainly no glimmer to be found in a heatwave, but I do appreciate those of you still reading.
I knew magnetic poetry would serve this topic well! The glimmer, if you can call it that, is the reflection tool in PicsArt that helped me express this sticky wet sensation of humidity in Virginia in swampy picture form. The photo backdrop above is not real. The actual unaltered view is below. The magic of photo editing is amazing don’t you think?
This is the actual photo of my front yard…
I know the world is downright wacky right now. Sometimes creating my own glimmers are all I can do to preserve my sanity (though some might say I lost that long ago! 🤣)
Exercising my creative side gives me such joy, I consider it glimmer worthy! But if you’re not buying it, there is always Mr. Bean. He’s 100 % glimmer!
I’m rambling…let me just say much love, peace, and glimmers to you, wherever you can find them…and call it a day.
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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