as ignorant blind fools sleep along the forest edge I went I refuse to blend into oblivion Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water done and kept anonymous potted plants are not still life
~kat
Well, this week’s ReVerse will make you think. I tell myself that I should not try too hard to make sense of it. After all, it’s just six lines lifted from the poems written over the past 6 days. Six lines.
To say ‘it’s been a week’ is a loaded statement for sure. It’s been months of unbelievably insane weeks. No need to wait for the left shoe to drop…it’s been raining left shoes.
That said, hope feels like a very brave thing to do. In those moments in between hopelessness I have glimmers to keep me. I hope you are able to embrace the glimmers in your life as well. Be assured you are not alone.
Much love and peace to you…and glimmers, especially glimmers!
another too long day of chores lost to daylight…but always, there at least a moment for a glimmer. Isn’t she magnificent!
violets
blooming where planted potted plants are not still life bursting with secrets
~kat
The lady at the counter could see that I was a reluctant gardener. If she only knew how many lush plants I had ushered home to die. Maybe she figured that out as she looked at me with kindness, a slight tilt of her head while eyeing my selected purchase…”don’t you want one of the plants with flowers already blooming?”
The shelves of her market store were loaded with thriving, blooming specimens, bursting with purple, blue and pink blooms. Clearly, she had a knack for keeping violets.
“No, I like the green, healthy look of this one.” More than anything I wanted to prove to myself that I could master this. To feed and water and nurture something so delicate that it might one day reward me with flowers.
She seemed to know what I was thinking. As if on cue she started to list all the things a new violet parent must do to raise a thriving, happy plant. “Never let water touch the leaves, you know… (I didn’t), place your plant in a dish with water and feed it. Never spray its leaves with mist (I had wilted many a leaves in my shaded history with this practice). And give it sunlight.”
I thanked her for such good advice and left the shop with a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe this time I can pull it off. At least for now having a green living thing inside my home, will bring me joy every day…and it did.
Weeks passed and my little plant grew fuller and greener. Thankfully my cats left it alone. There was no hint of flowering but I told myself that having a living thriving plant was enough. Secretly I wondered if I should have taken the shop lady’s advice and picked out an already blooming specimen. I wondered if having a beautiful green plant was enough after all my concerted effort to do it right this time.
Just when I had made peace with my beautiful, simple, thriving green plant, and the idea that I was okay with it being flowerless, it happened! I noticed a cluster of buds hidden under the leaves.
There are so many lessons to be gleaned from this little exercise in hope, faith, persistence, kindness, and love, but I’ll leave that to you to surmise.
Much love, peace, hope, joy, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Oh…and one more thing about this late next day post…I have decided to stop feeling remorse for falling asleep, failing to finish a post before the stroke of midnight. I promised myself 365 days of glimmers and 365 days it will be even if a few spill into the next day or year by a day or two. We are likely to need glimmers then, perhaps even more, if things keep moving in the direction of the past 7 months. The important thing is that we take a moment to discover them. Peace out my peeps!
so this is what it feels like to exist at a time of history repeating, to wonder who they will come for next; to resist hate in a world where kindness and compassion are revolutionary acts, where caring is a liability, where the words on my cell phone are an indictment, where it’s just a matter of time before they find me out…well… I’m not hiding…like mercury colliding… I refuse to blend into oblivion with those who sleep through this nightmare while innocents suffer… I read today, the bees are dying someone should do something, but the inconvenient truth of the matter is, someone is me, and I don’t know what to do, except to shine a light, to tell you, to tell anyone who’ll listen, the bees are dying…because I think you should know
~kat
Today’s poem speaks for itself. That said, I present to you today’s glimmer…literally, lightning in the distance and the sounds of midsummer nights in the foothills of Bramlett Mountain. Even while the world sleeps, the forest sings, for the trees perhaps? Another lesson to consider from these woods that I call home.
a baby’s soft breath an angel to give us hope… eventually you’ll find you can’t believe a word they say when the world turns dark in the best and the worst of times life is now we grow complacent listen to yourself the greatest revolution stars, for there were many offer us a choice (we) need bliss consider your story just because future plagiarists repeat
~kat
Last week started with joy! A new life born. My great-granddaughter joined our growing clan to the waiting arms of a family that will love her, nurture her and celebrate her. This against a backdrop of a world in turmoil. Clearly the darkest remnants of our collective history repeating itself in a horrible, frightening way. Because I had a front row seat to the extremes of wonderful joyous news and what has become a daily assault on our humanity, it go me to thinking. As I reflected on this week’s ReVerse I wondered…
You know the saying ‘history repeats itself’? What if, because that is true we shifted our focus not on the worst of humanity…the dark history of our past, but on the triumphs, the astounding successes of this modern age, our capacity to love, show compassion and kindness? Couldn’t it, wouldn’t it be lovely if our focus shifted things and ushered in a repeating of that element of our history. The good, the heroic, the brave and triumphant stories also exist. While the doom news rarely considers it profitable to report on such things, there is nothing stopping us from retelling the inspiring stories in the hopes that they too might be repeated, and exponentially so. Just a thought. A glimmer of hope. May all of history repeat and may acts of kindness, compassion, fairness, justice and peace trump the stories our dark moments.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s glimmer is a meme I happened upon after writing today’s post…a new word… melorism. It’s a thing! I love it when the universe sends these little glimmers of alignment to encourage me to carry on. 🥰
a series of lunes amidst a mercurial retrograde (3/5/3 words or syllables)
when the ink on history’s page has dried future plagiarists repeat
just because the sun has risen there is joy
consider your story every detail, good and bad to find yourself
tell me lies because truth scares me I need bliss
many things offer us a choice choose wisely
I stopped counting stars, for there were many and cruel acts
let us join the revolution compassion
I stopped listening the moment you started speaking listen to yourself
dawn’s first light shines brighter than at midday we grow complacent
memories of ago should be dwelled on sparingly life is now
~kat
Once again I ran out of daylight yesterday and missed my midnight glimmer deadline. You shall have two today. This belated offering and my weekly reverse.
When I was younger I was quite the night owl, able to burn the midnight oil and often most prolific in the wee 3 am hours when only shift workers and witches frolic under the stars. As I wind down toward the end of another decade I am finding myself drifting off mid-verse.
It’s a lesson that I am coming to terms with. Waiting until the end of my too busy schedule to write is less doable. Dawn has become a fertile time for me now, forcing me to shift my clock a bit. The inspiration is much more coherent after I have slept on it. 😴 I am learning to embrace this new season…as my blond hair shimmers gray, my body softens and slows down, and the lines on my face grow deeper; a sign of many, many smiles. That girl in the mirror is an old lady now, but her eyes haven’t changed. That spark shines brighter than ever.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
For today’s…or rather yesterday’s glimmer, I give you a glimpse into the convening of our resident artist’s consortium…nap time for me (I’m finding I need more of that on weekends these days) and next to me Frankie vigorously pruning herself…no doubt working on her next furball creation! Clearing inspiration is bubbling to the surface! 🤣🤣🤣 Life is good here in the foothills! 😊
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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