let me be a safe place for you an open heart that’s ever true shelter when the tempests rage to hold you close when you’re afraid the world can be a scary place where innocents can be erased where brute and power is extolled where hate takes root and turns us cold please know that I will always be a refuge safe, where you can flee when danger lurks at every turn you have a home where love’s light burns
~kat
A poem and a beautiful glimmer…innocence in the face of a fawn. She represents all that is pure and true to me in this crazy world. It is my hope to be a shelter, a friend, a safe place for all innocent souls in this world turned cold. I am here. It seems like such a simple thing to be kind at a time when compassion is seen as resistance.
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.
how damaged must a person be to spew pure hate with vicious glee to hoard life’s treasures from the least they lust for power…what kind of beast denies humanity to them, the poor, the weak, while they pretend to care about the common folk dismantling the words once wrote by people seeking liberty from kings demanding loyalty clearly they have sold their souls, to an emperor who has no clothes the people see now what they’ve done but it’s too late, the deed is done when democracy dies, evil has won
~kat
It’s hard to wrap my brain around what is happening. The country I love is dying. There may be a few attempts at life support, but democracy is no longer valued. A government for the people and by the people where every person is valued and promised human rights and the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness. We have become us and them, the haves that want more, and the have-nots who stand to lose everything to feed the beast.
Today is a very dark day in our country.
We celebrate Independence Day this weekend. The irony is stunning.
I am clinging to my commitment to search for glimmers each day. I started this at the beginning of the year precisely because I knew there would be moments like this. A dear friend sent me this mug. It arrived late yesterday and is my glimmer to share with you too. I am going to make some tea in it now. Join me in spirit or even with a cup of your own.
What holds me together is the realization that good still exists in this world. We may be silenced for a season to suffer the cruelty of our leaders, but we are here! There is light to be found in the eyes of those of us who remember compassion, love, and kindness.
Much love, peace, hope and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
And one more thing…the turkeys stopped by. Mama hen and chick too! That baby is growing taller, her feathers are filling in and she is a riot, running circles around the hens! Did my heart good to see them thriving. ✨💚✨
to make America great again deals are sealed with sharpie pens exploiting fabricated mandates to fuel the desperate masses’ hate as promised cruelty is delivered at breakneck speed to make us shiver destroying the hope of immigrants and quashing voices of dissent they laud the vilest of the vile forcing birth, ignoring the child rights are for sale if you have cash “great” depends on who you ask die hards tow the maga line you know it’s just a matter of time before the carnage hits their door and shows them what they voted for
~kat
It’s distressing to know that people close to me voted for this madness. When I ask what they think about all that is happening, they tell me they just don’t watch the news anymore. It’s like a blow to my heart by a drive by voter who never looks back to see the destruction left in the wake of their patriotic malfeasance. Before the election. They didn’t want to hear my concerns…and after, well it’s time to move on. They won they think. They don’t realize we all lost something precious that cold day in November…
I can’t leave you on this note of gloom. You and I both need a glimmer or two, so, here you go… mourning doves mourning the empty feeders, fighting with the squirrels over the last morsels, and our resident rodent being quite dramatic, especially when he noticed me peering out the window…rest assured the feeders were replenished to the brim after this performance!
Dumpty Trumpty from atop his fake wall declared to world “I’m the greatest of all you must bow before me and kiss my fat ass swear allegiance to me to gain what you ask but all for a price, you know nothing comes free and keeping you poor just means more for me so a tax for your thoughts, your hopes, your dreams away with the truth, nothing is what it seems though it may appear that we’re all on the brink I’ll tell you what you need to fear and to think It’s time to rewrite all of history’s facts with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map dispose of the words and the people I hate they’ll have to pay dearly to enter the gate democracy’s great if you know who to pay we’ll take all your treasure then turn you away America first, not the south part or north and only the red in the middle have worth!” yes, Dumpty’s a terror to all living things but if you look close, Putin’s pulling his strings.
~kat
Occasionally I just need to rant. I suppose I could scream at the top of my lungs in traffic or a crowded store. But I wouldn’t advise that sort of outburst. I do have an alternative…writing a saucy, satirical poem.
So that’s my glimmer for today. If the current state of the world has you feeling concerned, I hope it brings a smile to you. And if not, well, I’m sorry…not sorry.. I hope you’re offended. My favorite new greeting is “I hope you have the day you voted for!”
Peace (I really do wish you peace), love, and glimmers to you…glimmers of joy or glimmers of reality…whatever floats your boat.
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