It’s been busy…and so much has transpired in the world these days. To my friends in the UK…thank you for saying out loud and proudly what we in the US are finding it increasingly dangerous to say during the recent visit by our president. So sorry you had to endure his ill-mannered behavior. But seeing the protests from across the pond did my heart good.
I have some lovely glimmers to share with you…and then a few poems to wrap things up as I catch up for yesterday and today.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Fog on Bramlett Mountain
day 259
silencing
watch the words you say they are listening from the shadows for whispers of protest free speech sacrificed to appease a thin-skinned bully a liar bent on destruction…
day 260
speaking up
say words that need said don’t let lying lies lie only truth will save us from this vile nightmare your silence is golden honesty is not policy to the powerful
they got him justice will be served swift and cold as the rush to opposite camps widens the chasm that is breaking us into us and them good radicalism vs bad the long arm of the law applied only to non-loyalists and our nation’s leader fomenting hate for non-cult members on faux news… they got him for the senseless death of yet another victim in the growing number of those who have become martyrs to a culture of unregulated militias a legacy left to survivors to sort out if they hope to have a future I used to hope for the future now I’m good if I live to see another day that is enough even if it’s not
~kat
I have been struggling this week. No one…no one should die an untimely death at the hands of an assassin with a gun. Not Charlie, not Fletcher and Harper, not Melissa and Mark and their beloved dog Gilbert, to name those recently added to the list of casualties from gun violence in this country. It is heartbreaking.
But what is even more disturbing is the way that these events are dividing us. There is an all or nothing test being applied in this most recent tragedy. People of all persuasions are being pressured to join the posthumous edification of this person, who in life wanted LGBTQ people executed, stated that people of color were inferior, that women should not be allowed to vote, or have autonomy over their own body, and most deplorable, that a few deaths a year from gun violence was a “fair deal” to ensure 2nd amendment rights for all people over the age of 18. No flags at half staff for children gunned down, no medals of freedom proposed for congress members who are not maga, who were gunned down in their homes. But for this guy, because he helped win DT an election, and was friends with JR and JD, we should all come together in unity to honor his life. I feel terrible for his family, his wife and young kids, but I can’t, I won’t feed the narrative that he was a great patriot and a hero. He was not.
So this where we are. Gone are the days when we could be civil with each other, listen, and debate, and even learn from each other. There is only one approved way to be and believe these days. And if you‘re not on board, you’re out, the enemy, evil…I’ll spare you all the descriptors.
If I am an enemy, then may I be opposed to hate, to cruelty, to misogyny, to racism, to dictatorships, to white supremacy, to monsters who prey on women and girls, to liars, grifters, and pro birthers who don’t give a damn for children once they are born. There is more, but I’m weary of this coup. And we’re it even a full year into this nightmare.
I started the year with the intention of sharing glimmers with you every day. While I was writing this…I was visited by a pair of deer…and a few hummingbirds too (though they were too fast for me to catch a snapshot)! Nature and life moments never fail me.
the bloodied ground was ripe with asinine assumptions… while back to school slaughtering overshadowed by martyrdom set the air afire with diversion
but the list exists alive and well with tales to tell
~kat
In times like these, brevity is the safest way to respond to the absurdity. It’s tempting to join the cacophony of speculation…but it is prudent to refrain from adding to the noise.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. (today’s glimmers are the moments I remember to breathe)
I took the long way home for justice, for peace kisses, to help me breathe, in deeply speaking truth, hoping to be seen smoke knows no borders teach me how to let go
~kat
Reentry can feel like being swept up in a whirlwind. Not gonna lie, the last week has been a bit tempestuous. While traveling through 5 states immersed in the memories of each place it’s easy to forget the day to day. It’s not a bad thing to step off the treadmill for a season. But as I look back over the past week, no matter how far removed from the drama, I am consistently myself. I care deeply about others and seek peace, justice and compassion for everyone…everyone. Even as I recounted memories of my vacation, truth and justice found a way to be remembered as well. It’s a good to know I’m on the path I’m meant to be on, rain or shine, no matter where I find myself.
fires in the north rage on, turning the sun red smoke knows no borders
~kat
This time of year the western sky is often blush red and amber as the sun sets. But today the sun itself was crimson red. From the news I learned that this phenomenon is caused by smoke in the atmosphere from the wildfires in Canada. It was an odd sight. A glimmer if you will that reminded me that the earth does not concern herself with boundaries or walls or borders. We are all citizens of the world.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you wherever you hang your hat. I see you.
Before I call it a night one more glimmer. So rosy bright is the sun today that even the moon has taken on a golden pink hue. As under the sun by day, we all sleep under the same moon.
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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