I want to believe that my life matters in this anonymous, faceless world where we have grown suspicious of touch where kindness and empathy are a four-letter Word I need a hug and a good, long, ugly cry to cleanse myself of the sadness that overwhelms me in what we have become if there is a god… may I learn to be one who never wonders if there will be enough who rises at dawn with a song on her lips may I learn to be a sparrow
I am a universe a constellation of scars black holes of abuse cratered by the meteoric blows of broken men rendered powerless who felt eclipsed in my presence my heart broken and mended time and again I am a miracle of nature a patchwork of sorrow a brilliant supernova of ecstasy my body is a life-supporting orb its outer space a Milky Way of stretch marks that trace paths across the soft landscape of my core where life bloomed again and again erupting into new universes as well as a shooting star that left a trail of tears falling under the weight of gravity before disappearing into the night I am the sun, warm, radiant, fierce, and the moon, a reflection of all that is true, with the power to shift tides that erode stone set in place for centuries, reclaiming their course shards into the deep, leaving a soft, cool surface for children to sink their feet I am a mystery, I am an open book my eyes, pools of compassion, my voice dripping pearls of wisdom, I am love, I am hate, I am day, I am night some will say, oh, she is just an old woman but lean in a little closer my dears and you will see…I am a universe
~kat
It’s Mother’s Day weekend here in the US. It’s weird this year. So much of what we fought for in my youth is being eroded away by those who dream of the world before women were given rights. It wasn’t that long ago that women couldn’t own property, obtain credit, vote, or make health decisions for themselves. How quickly things slip away when we take them for granted.
And so, we celebrate mothers this weekend. If you are fortunate enough to have a loving mother who is still in your life, cherish her. Be sure to tell her that you appreciate her. And if your life is complicated…i wish you peace and healing.
Much love and glimmers to you. Today was a cool spring day. That was glimmer enough for me. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
she tells us where to go how to get there actually what did we do before her?
we were intrepid passengers wrestling with atlas or folded sheets of triple A routes that took us from home to the world and back…
starting route… her familiar voice breaks through my pop rock playlists and…we’re on our way set to arrive in 2 hours, 14 minutes unless…life interrupts, construction, fellow travelers’ journeys cut short, a one-lane detour around fresh carnage stretching our necks to see if there is blood, grateful to have left a few minutes later than we had planned turn left at the next light in 200 feet… turn left, turn left, TURN LEFT… recalculating route…make a u-turn then turn right at the next light…
whatever did we do…how did we ever find our way, I muse to myself parked on the side of the road… I think we broke her, clearly she did not intend for us to cross through this cornfield…
the sun sits midway in the eastern sky… we need to head north… at next intersection let’s take a right, scenic route starting…we might arrive a bit later than planned but we’ll get there, as the crow flies
~kat
I often think about life before tech. The tools of our simple lives did not require 24/7 attention. We had phones of course. Simple land lines, not smartphones that connected us via satellite to the world. If I wanted to learn about sea turtles, I would go to the library. Travel was an adventure. We learned to read maps. Verbal directions included street names and landmarks to get us to our destination. We learned how to tell time by looking at the face of a clock, how to tie our shoes, phonics and how to read and write using a pen and paper. When we paid for things we used actual money And television shows were in grainy black and white, with three channels that ended at midnight with the Star-Spangled Banner playing until the screen faded to black. The good old days some call it. Different from today to be sure.
These days we are tuned in, plugged in, and online day and night. Convenient, I suppose. Intrusive, definitely. But I have to say, I feel fortunate for my youth and the 20th century survival skills I learned. Next power outage I’ll be here if you need me. I know stuff! 😄
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
Today’s glimmer? A lovely new pope as of yesterday. While I am no longer a practicing Catholic, I do appreciate the character attributes that Leo XIV brings to this broken world. I think they picked a good one!
I didn’t realize in autumn when the leaves of summer were dancing on the wind, that this would be her last fall and winter, her limbs left exposed to bear the bitter cold, I wonder now if she had already left before the first frost, for I had only known her a few years, when her once lush raiment had already thinned… I never rested in her shade on hot, sunny summer days never saw her in full bloom, memories of nested fledglings taking first flights, learning to bend with the fiercest of tempests were things I could only imagine, her bones exposed now against a beautiful sea of green, even now the crows and mourning doves perch on her brittle limbs surveying the landscape and me… how is it possible to miss someone you never truly knew, and yet I do how I wish I had known you old tree, in the spring…
~kat
Another bittersweet day. We need to call a tree service to take this ash tree down. Her fragile condition threatens our vehicles and home should a strong wind overtake her. I’ve watched her slow decline since we moved here a few years ago. I knew it was just a matter of time. But I was not ready for it to be this year. She was a special tree. Recently I noticed this heart-shape hollowed out in the bark on her trunk…a parting goodbye I imagine and a gentle acknowledgement of my admiration for her. It’s as if she showed me her heart.
I am learning as I age the art of letting go…and I am grateful for the grace of these lessons. I think it may actually be a blessing. When my time comes I hope to slip away as gently as my friend, the ash tree.
even if I wanted to forget they would remind me rhythmic purrs growing loud, louder under my bed tiny toe pads tapping my arm a stealth attack, razor sharp teeth penetrating the blanket and my feet…OUCH! recoiling, my body contracting into a fetal position, please go away but they are relentless, my brood, a diva dog, two white cat tyrants and a Schrödinger cat, jet black, who travels incognito through life… even when he’s not there, it’s safe to assume he is…there…somewhere all this because it’s morning time to take the pup out for the two p’s, time, good god mom! for breakfast… time to get my opposable thumbs moving… you don’t want us starving (you’ve heard of the old lady with a house full of cats that ate her face when she died…don’t tempt us!) no rest for the weary, breakfast is served just in time to watch the sun rise… another day, another morning… work, feed the brood, sleep, repeat
~kat
Oh, I protest…but I wouldn’t change a thing. I love living with wild souls in my home. Inside and outside I am surrounded by pure, beating hearts, some who depend on me entirely for their survival. And for my servitude they reward me with unconditional love and devotion. Today’s poem and glimmer are one in the same. The imp above is our kitty, Frankie. She’s very demanding but also very affectionate. She and her furry, feathered and scaled siblings give me a reason to get up each morning. how wonderful is that?! 🥰
Ordinary rituals We do rituals all the time even if we don’t recognize them. We gather for things like birthday parties, baby showers, bachelorette parties, funerals, etc. Even these small mindfulness practices are a kind of ritual. For today’s draft, think of a traditional or habitual activity and write a poem about it. / Recommended reading: “Blessing the Baby” by Diannely Antigua
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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