I imagine you there just beyond the mist at dawn your voice singing softly… or is it the birds, the breeze sifting through the tree leaves a lovely chorus of life living that reminds me of you the fog, a taste of heaven dusting the ground in these hills like a veil, allows me a glimpse of heaven…if heaven were a place
~kat
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in all ways
strange how hearing your voice melts the time and distance. it matters not how long it has been or how far…me here and you there one word transports us to that place where time disappears
~kat
It’s been a very busy weekend. But I wanted to leave you with these tiny glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you
Today’s Glimmer…my co-worker Gabby…actually more like a micromanager…but it is lovely to be loved by a creature unconditionally.
I decided to give you today’s glimmer first. I wrote the poem below in the wee hours of the morning…the dreaded 3 am wake up call…so I’m saving it as an afterthought today.
I am so grateful to have a job. But I’m growing tired of the long Monday through Friday grind. It’s clear, though I had dreamed of it, there will be no retirement for me. Rising costs and increasingly limited resources necessitate working as long as they’ll have me. The song is true…the rich get richer and the poor…well you know.
Of course I do acknowledge that I am rich in so many ways, as evidenced by the unlimited glimmers surrounding me, just waiting to be noticed. But reality costs money and work is the necessary evil that provides. I also realize how fortunate I am to be able to work…to keep pace with a time clock. Like the old saying, “I can rest when I’m dead” implies…the road is long…and I’ve got myself a bit longer to go…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
in limbo
stuck, silenced by fear. death would have been kinder memories of banishment keep me in line conditional freedom knows no bounds, surrender, recompense for speaking the truth
~kat
(a pi-archimedes poem / 3.1415926535 - syllable count per line).
finally time to heal crickets at dusk your silence is golden bent on destruction… Into stardust, beautiful in death gentle, though it may be
~kat
This week’s ReVerse is definitely an odd little collection of thoughts. It has been an odd time. I visited the D-Day Memorial in Bedford,VA with my sister today. It’s not far from where I live. In light of the state of our world it was a stark reminder of how far we have drifted from the ideals of unity against oppression. Everywhere we turned there were tributes to troops from other nations who fought side by side against fascism.
We are, I believe, watching history repeat. But I am afraid the US will not be on the right side of history when the story is told. What a sad day it is when patriots are considered those who fall in line behind our “dear leader”, and not the true patriots honored at this memorial site. I wonder what these heroes, who made the ultimate, selfless sacrifice might think about the self-serving ambitions of the leaders in charge today. I wonder if they would even recognize this current society as the country they loved.
sweet invitation “rub my belly human…” don’t be deceived my friends; don’t give in one touch gentle, though it may be will release a beast claws and teeth sweet cat? I think not!
~kat
Looks can be deceiving can’t they? And our perception, based on past experience, learned facts, wishes, aspirations, and hopes can skew our interpretation. Take my sweet (questionably so) kitty Frankie. At first glance one might think…oh! She’s so cute. She wants a belly rub. And you might actually be correct in your assumption, give it a go, and be met with purrs and submission under your gentle caress…OR YOU MIGHT BE TOTALLY MISREADING THE PRESENT SITUATION AND BE ACCOSTED BY A FURR BALL WITH TEETH AND CLAWS WRAPPED AROUND YOUR HAND!!!!
You never know. You see, Miss Frankie thinks she’s in charge…and it might seem as though she is in both cases. In fact I know she is. She has nothing better to do than to study my human behavior, my weaknesses and gullibilities, giving me just enough room to hang myself. The trap…she lures me in and acts happy to have me pet her. Then when I least expect it…she becomes a very different animal and I become her unsuspecting victim!
Funny thing about human nature. We are a gullible lot, most vulnerable to things that feed our emotions and hopes. But we would do well if we could be more like my little friend Frankie and study the behavior of those around us. What they say to try to appeal to us means nothing. It is what they do! And believe me, some unscrupulous people who set themselves in charge have studied us and our vulnerabilities. They know just how to entice us to comply so they can maintain control over us. But a dose of their own ploys might flip the switch.
Just as I no longer fall for my sweet kitty’s game, we can apply what we learn about those who seek to control us to avoid becoming victims. Today’s glimmer…a wee bit of advice. Stay woke my friends…pay attention…and watch what they do. Don’t be swayed by the promises that they never keep. All that glitters is just…glitter.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of wokeness to you!
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