What will your life be like in three years?
it’s a date
three years from today
meet me in the hills
I’ll brew us some tea
if we are here still
the future we dreamed
the battles hard won
we’ll tip our warm cups
in the light of the sun
no longer afraid
to be seen or to speak
freedom and justice
restored to the meek
if we have survived
I’ve no doubt we will
we’ll talk about weather
here in the foothills
~kat
babies at the helm
their retribution knows no bounds
no resolution may be found
their injury, whether faux or real
seeks recompense, but here’s the deal
revenge is not a one and done
they’ll hunt you down ‘til kingdom come
and even once you’re dead and gone
they’ll trash your name, decry your wrongs
made up or real, it matters not
the point is that it’s not forgot
if you have kids woe to them all
they’ll bear the brunt after you fall
of fabricated, vague connects
there’ll be no end to hate unchecked
until their vapid soul descends
to bitter hell to join their friends
lamenting each raw deal endured
how they were blameless, never heard
how sad that innocents have borne
their cruelty and vicious scorn
vile to the core, intent to destroy
sad little men who act like boys
~kat
Today was a cacophony of horribles. The revenge tour has commenced by raiding the home and office of one of the top persons on the enemy list ( that they claim doesn’t exist ), the testimony of maxwell, the evil sex trafficker was released, sort of…selectively…everyone and no one did anything unseemly to young girls, or so this convicted criminal perjurer says…a military official who made the mistake of accurately reporting that damage done by trumps supposed bombing and annihilation of Iran’s nuclear stockpile was fired today, the Epstein files…remember those? The deadline came and went and congress finally received a stack of previously released documents…nothing new to see here folks…all while the national guard troops wandering the streets in the capital will now be armed…what could possibly go wrong…and coming soon to a democratic city near you…hey there Chicago…and you too New York. Did I miss anything….honestly this all happened today…oh and the supreme leader has traded in his maga hat for a new message…”Trump was right about everything”…of course, whatever you say Donnie boy. It’s easy to be right about everything when you fire all the truth tellers and rewrite history. Don’t even go there…what they’re planning to do to our Smithsonian artifacts and history…that was yesterday’s news. There is no way around it folks. The worse things that could happen, have.
It’s happening. The final labored breaths of democracy. I’m not sure how to act. The sun still rose today. I logged in to work like i do every day. Deer and turkeys and hummingbirds wandered by my window. My African violet popped out another flower. Maybe that’s the point. In the midst of a horrible, awful day, nature reminds me that life goes on…I need to focus on the day. It’s likely to get worse before it gets better. But it’s a waste of living to worry about it. There is air to be breathed, the music of the wind to lose myself in, and to dance. Everything else is noise.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I know I vacillate between doom and joy these days. With today being heavy on the doom. It’s just reality. Not pretty right now, but I feel called to use this space to document what is happening…should anyone read my words at some future date….but for glimmers…that’s how I intend to get to the other side.
And Mr Bean…just because. 🥰
dog days
a few months from now
I’ll be thinking of summer
these long hot days…and spring,
the warmth that it brings
when the trees are stripped bare
I’ll be longing for green, with dreams
of cool rain, and flower dense plains
from beneath woolen layers
of long-johns and sweaters
I’ll peer out my window to bleak,
with little to do but drift off to sleep
the heat swelt of summer
is making me wonder when
this fierce inferno will end…
come brief autumn respite,
though lovely you’ll exit
too soon for my liking
for now temps are spiking
I shouldn’t complain
there’s nothing to gain
by wishing away
these hot humid days
with hummingbirds chirping
and spring babies growing
the Tom’s, Jennie’s, deer and the crows
though summer drags on
winter, likewise will tarry
each extreme has its cons and its pros
I would miss each one’s splendor
might as well just surrender
to sweat and to shiver
with grace through it all
~kat
The summer heat has been exhausting. I sometimes wonder if it is my advancing age which makes me less tolerant, but I have never been a summer girl. Give me a cool dark corner, a fan and a good book and I am quite content to wile the hours away until dusk comes with a blessed relief to the heat of the sun.
Contrarily, in winter after the first snow, hopefully on a weekend when I have nowhere to go and can view the wonderland through the window…I’m not a real fan of long winters either.
I prefer the in between seasons. But it occurs to me as I get older that wishing away one extreme season for the other is actually wishing precious time away.
How many seasons more do I have? Definitely less than I have drudged through up to now. It has caused me to have a new appreciation for the wonders of each, however small. With little time to spare I am determined to savor every moment. But can I at least say…it is a blasted inferno out there!!! Followed by a deeply felt uggghhhh!?!!!!
Summer and I have moved on in our love-hate relationship to a mutual place of respect I think. I promise to stop saying I hate summer, and summer for its part will do its best not to give me heat stroke…at least that’s my spin on our negotiation.
Much love, peace, and cool glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
well bless your heart
invisible people have privileged gray lives
they never get angry or give in to strife
everything’s rosy, yes, everything’s great
they’re quick to admonish those battered by hate
who dare to feel angry at those who don’t care
dark souls who surrendered to king yellow hair
not enemies, they chide, we’re all the same
treat all with compassion, there’s no one to blame
but I have a feeling that they’ve never known
the sting of oppression, of hate in their home
from people they loved who don’t seem to care
that the vote they cast hurt family somewhere
forgiveness is bitter for those now denied
simple compassion and the right to live life
we don’t want to hear it, your lofty ideals
til you walk in our shoes and know how it feels
when half of the world thinks you shouldn’t exist
the audacious preach virtue in ignorant bliss
~kat
A rant today. I read a well-meaning post on social media that struck me the wrong way. It had a long-winded “why can’t we all just get along” vibe. Heart-felt and a tad naive, its message was also condescending to those of us with bullseyes on our backs. Those of us targeted as other, undesirables who, if the powers that be had their way, would be disappeared from the face of the earth or at least from this country. Condescending…because we’re not allowed to be angry or hold those responsible for this dumpster fire accountable. Admonished to keep the peace. To get along. To forgive and and show compassion to those who would point us out in a heartbeat if it meant finding favor with the powerful in the hopes that they might reap the benefits of the coup they helped fuel. It’s convenient to forgive and forget when you’re not living in a nightmare.
So I wrote a poem…therapy that rescues me from responding directly to such blather. I’ll crawl back under my rock now, and tuck myself in behind the closet door, hoping the monsters don’t find me.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you. As it happens I was visited today by several mourning doves. Often seen as a symbol of love, hope, peace, and new beginnings, I think mother nature knew I would need some encouragement today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
~kat
A little love, hope, peace, and the promise of new beginnings…today’s much needed glimmer.
today’s glimmers…
a sense of summer
I know the scent and sounds of dawn
its first light’s symphony of song
the earthy scent of dew drenched loam
the sunlit sparkling fields of home
I know the feel of days at noon
sun high and hot in skies of blue
where shadows cast by towering trees
shade earth while dancing in the breeze
I love the subtle shifts at dusk
the rising mist that smells of musk
horizons edge afire en rouge
the setting sun sinks from our view
to sleep, to dream another night
to read, to write by candlelight
under the twinkling moon and stars
connecting all, both near and far
my senses swoon in summertime
I’m feeling green and that’s just fine!
~kat
Our landscaper asked us if we wanted him to fill in that exposed area of red clay and dust on the hill in our back yard area. And then he backtracked and said…never mind…I know you guys. It’s true. How could we sod over an area that gives the local turkeys (and us as their witnesses) so much happiness! I felt so fortunate to catch this dust bath ritual on film!
When people ask us how we could move away from the city and the convenience of shopping close by, to the woods, with horrible WiFi, prone to power outages, sitting on a hill with a long, steep, scary driveway…this is why.
All this happens just feet away from my window. I am so happy here. And so happy too to share this little bit of joy with you.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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