Category Archives: Pi-Ku

day 225

A few thoughts on flowering violets

from one bloom,
two.
soon buds will burst

patience is
key
with violets

purple pops
‘midst
leaves, velvet green

watched pots don’t
bloom
nor do they boil

and changing gears, this is happening as I write…

deals for dictators

dictators
meet
to make deals

the people
hope
to be heeded

destruction
looms
in the fine print

~kat

I am a patience person. But having the capacity for patience can wear thin when the waiting drags on; when a particular scenario repeats itself, over and over with the expectation of different outcome. I am of the opinion that no good thing can come out of the unholy meeting happening in Alaska. We’ve seen this show before when Trump was out-witted by this war criminal in the first term. This time, portends a similar endgame. It felt surreal to watch a smug dictator basking in the red carpet welcome afforded him. Trump was clearly out of his league then and he is woefully naive of who he’s dealing with now. 

I hope I’m wrong. Hanging in the balance are lives and the sovereign autonomy of a democratic nation. Hanging in the balance is the coveted Nobel Peace Prize, which is the primary concern of our hapless president. I only have so much patience for the grotesque theatrics being played out. 

So, it’s lovely to have my little African Violet plant rewarding me for weeks of loving care with clusters of buds and 2-1/2 beautiful purple blooms. It was a  practice in patience waiting for that first flower. But once it bloomed I was less vigilant for more. The buds were there. That’s all I needed to know. They would bloom too, just as the first one had. 

So there is still hope that these men will come out of their meeting with a glimmer of the prospect of peace…just a glimmer would be good. Then maybe the world can breathe. 

I’m growing weary of bad news. But I am still hopeful. Much love and glimmers of peace to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Poetry Form: the Piku 3/1/4 (a form that combines the first three digits of pi and the three line example of the haiku).


day 219

first bloom

violet
blooms
teach one patience

~kat

Today was one of those long days. We attended a midday funeral to celebrate the life of a young man, our friend’s brother. I am not surprised that the universe provided several glimmers to see me through. Starting, of course, with my first African Violet bloom. It was waiting for me when we returned home.

Long and challenging days needn’t always result in roadblocks to peace. Although I have found that detours and roadblocks don’t always come with a map or instructions I do learn from them and if I am open to it, there are always glimmers to light my way. A few of those are illustrated below. Yes it was a long days, but it was also a full day, like the moon tonight, illuminating the darkness.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 170

a pi-ku

what the fuck
Trump…
insanity reigns!

~kat

Today…this first day of summer, this sacred space in the woods revealed an abundance of glimmers to hold me as the events of the world devolved into even more chaos. 

Loaded with symbolism, I feel even more connected to the universe. I’m sharing them with you as I hold our world close to my heart. May the innocents everywhere find peace and hope as madmen in high places play roulette with our welfare. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


All these messages today…from the this little acre on the edge of the woods. None of us knows what the future holds, in this time of great instability and uncertainty, but we are never alone. We are a community. I wish you…I wish us all peace.


day 166

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 ✨✨✨💚☮️💚✨✨✨


Photo Credit: Vincent D Johnson for Block Club Chicago 

days 152, 153, 154, 155…it’s been a bit of a blur

Glimmer 152: Found at our home away from home…An Old World Rock Pigeon feather. AKA a Homing pigeon. Fun facts: The rock Pigeon is a wild ancestor of all domestic and feral pigeons, inhabiting coasts, cliffs, and caves. Pairs nest in rock crevices, often mating for life. They are known for their ability to fly very long distances to return to their homes, navigating using the sun’s position and the earth’s magnetic fields. Thanks to this ability, pigeons were used as messengers, particularly during World Wars I and II. I believe this little left behind messenger’s note has a message for me too. ✨💚✨

travel bliss

five hours in flight
at thirty-two thousand feet…
clouds obscure chaos

trusk trending



~kat

Hello my creative friends. Rest assured I am still here. I have been traveling…a lot. On Tuesday by car, 10 hours round trip, to bring Gabby to my daughter’s for safekeeping while we are away. 


On Wednesday, 4 hours by car, 2 hours by check in and TSA with my wife in a wheelchair and 5 hours in air to cross country, 2,483 miles to be exact, give or take, to attend my niece’s wedding. 

On Thursday, I crashed, personally, not the plane of course, though it was an unusually bumpy flight. 😳 I needed a day to recover. I am an old lady by some folk’s standards. One year shy of 70 as of Monday (you can do the math) and me wondering how I can keep this pace up. Working full time, caring for a partner with a debilitating disability, managing a household…

It’s an interesting type of imposter syndrome. Feeling young of mind and heart only to be reminded by my body when I push it too far. Today we will be tasked with dipping pretzels in white chocolate, sprinkling them with burgundy colored sugar sprinkles. I’m told by my sister that the sprinkles match the groom’s shirt color. We are honored to be assigned such an important task! 🥰

Tomorrow is the wedding. I’ll send some glimmers, of which I’m sure there will be many. Then on Sunday…a day on the road, a red eye flight back home arriving Monday morning…a four hour car trip, a recovery nap and Tuesday a road trip to fetch Gabby who is currently being spoiled by my daughter as you saw above. Then Wednesday back to work and routine. I could say, I’m too old for this shit, but I won’t. I am just so happy and grateful to be here, alive and well enough to still experience the blessings of this blip of a life. I’m dropping a few glimmers for you here to make up for my absence. Be back to it soon! 


Some additional poetic offerings…and a new form…the Pi-Ku! Who knew!!! A 3-1-4 haiku style poem. Love it!


3.1415926535
(a pi archimedes poem)

trUsk trending

sad
when egos clash
sick
when bro’s lose the love
a popcorn popped reality
show gone
mad on the world stage
proof our president
is a fool
surrounded by fools

—-

(some pi-ku poems - 3-1-4)

truth

a long nap
is
transformative

—-

wherever

away from
home
here, with my heart

—-

missing

traveling
hearts
remember home

Much love, peace, and gentle glimmers to you!

~always, kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨