the veil is growing thin whispers of ancestors haunt those who will listen, their sins on repeat
~kat
A Cinquain ~ syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2
I stayed away from the news over the course of the day. It was good. Got my work done. Fed the critters, chatted with several friends. Today’s glimmers are those conversations with present friends…and cautionary reminders from those passed. Nothing happens in a vacuum. But life goes on living…once upon an era to here and now…to me, with memories of when etched in my soul.
sadness melancholy it’s definitely not normal to feel nothing inside …normal
~kat (a Cinquain 2-4-6-8-2)
I didn’t watch the news today. Not that it mattered. I know what’s out there. The hate, the fear, the judgment, the loathing. I never considered myself an enemy of the state, but apparently that is what I am because I believe in truth, freedom and liberty for all. And because I didn’t vote for the great pumpkin and his rotten band of squash and gourds. They raided the data…those doge kids. They know everything that can be known about all of us right down to what brand of toothpaste we prefer. We are all categorized and profiled. And now the grand poo-pa has declared war on us…the enemies within. He and his boy toy soldier read their riot act to the generals. All this just in time for the final blow, the grand finale of this year-long nightmare. The final nail in the coffin handed to the architects by a useless congress who convened session, facilitating a shutdown to end all shutdowns. So anyhow…it’s all left me feeling a bit numb.
Thank goodness for potted plants. The latest focus of my new hobby was an ailing sago palm that apparently needed to be repotted and then pruned to encourage new growth. I mixed a combination of the prescribed soil and filler to be sure that it remained loose and aerated. Next came the pruning. Lopping off the dead fronds so new ones could grow. Plants look rather bleak after a pruning. But I followed the directions to the letter. And today, weeks later, we have the sprouting of new leaves. I don’t know why I doubted it. That first cut is always the hardest. So that’s my glimmer today. Stick to what you know is true, follow directions, and finally, trust the process.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Sick plantTime for an intervention Glimmer of hope springing forthPost-pruning surgefour baby frond sprouts new life emergingTrust the process…
we downed another tree its life had departed months ago, in winter…no burst of green just crows perched on bare limbs waiting for a swift wind to topple it onto our house… or us
~kat
This season of letting go has been a doozy. Last year’s harsh winter had taken its toll on several of the trees on our property. Unfortunately, some stand in close proximity to our cars and the house. I have seen a great oak with a root ball the size of a small car ripped from the ground. It was our neighbor’s tree. It took out the fence between our two houses as well as my lovely dogwood tree. Its broad foliage filled our entire back yard. The branches reached to the third story windows of our house, but not shingle was harmed. It felt like we were living on the top of a tree in a tree house until we were able to have it cleared away. After that experience I don’t take chances with spent trees.
There is a local fellow who shows up looking for work every so often. He came by again today. We had enough to pay for his service. With a handshake and a promise he and his assistant got to work taking down that long gone hickory tree in our front yard. Times are rough these days. The last time he came looking for jobs to do, he explained to me in broken English that he was hungry; needed work. This time he had on a t-shirt with his business name printed on it. Like before his work was excellent. And just as before he cleaned up all the debris…it was as if nothing had happened except, of course, for the tree…now just a huge stump where it once stood.
I paid him. Thanked him for doing such a fine job, and as he reached out his hand for a shake to thank me, he pulled me in for a hug against his sweaty sawdusted logo tshirt. It was a moment that I shall never forget. It was a moment of shared humanity. It reminded me how connected we all are. And how we need to do what we can to help each other. I believe I have a new friend. So that’s my glimmer for today. Here’s to friends who come into our lives when we least expect it.
“be safe” said with good bye was hypothetical until now, when it’s dangerous to speak out loud… even whispers won’t save you…hold your tongue lest they find you living outside your head
~kat
Todays poetry form: Cinquain 2-4-6-8-2
There’s a chill in the air…not the seasonal type, but there’s that too. No, this chill is spreading quickly. They want us to be afraid. They want us to fall in lock-step with their plan. We are best seen and not heard. Truth be told they don’t want to see us either. Unless we have 6 or 7 or more zeros in our bank account, we don’t count. it’s a scary time in the US of A.
It would be so easy to curl up into a ball and just wish it all away. To pretend it’s all a nightmare. That things aren’t that bad. But I am not a liar…and I can’t lie to myself or anyone else. It’s crazy and out of control. Our president is…shhhhh don’t say it Kat. They’re watching. They’re always watching. Crazy.
All I know is that I have this moment. And right here, right now, I am okay. As far as I know those I love and care for are okay. It’s only a moment, but it’s my moment. As I breathe in and slowly exhale I settle into this moment and the next and the next. One step in front of the other. I’ll keep showing up. May we all keep showing up. We are here and we matter.
much love, peace, and moments of hope-filled glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
My glimmer today…a beautiful sky…funny how such a sight can calm you and give you hope. I still have hope. 💚
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.
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!
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Kat Myrman and Like Mercury Colliding with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
like mercury colliding... 