thoughts and prayers are not enough even when uttered by innocent children cannot save them from bullets piercing through the stained glass of hallowed, hollow sanctuaries as evil encroaches their once safe place we have lost our way in so many ways but our greatest sin is not caring not loving children more than guns allowing children to starve, to be slaughtered, to deny education, opportunity, healthcare, safety… it’s not prayer in schools that will save us when amendments and sacred tomes become idols, there is no god to listen and more children, lives cut short, to bury
~kat
It is hard to find glimmers on a day when another mass shooter gunned down children in a church on their first days of school. I am heartbroken for the children, and for the families of those wounded or lost. Back to school, normally a joyful time for kids, has started like a recurring nightmare here in the US.
There was a vigil in Minnesota this evening. Here’s a photo (By Jeff Wheeler/The Minnesota Star Tribune) It’s today’s glimmer.
Photo by Jeff Wheeler/the Minnesota Star Tribune
The candles held by mourners are lights in the darkness. Even in grief and pain there can be glimmers…candlelight to remember those lost. To show up. To say, “no more”…to hope someone is finally listening.
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.
This young female cardinal, resting in the heat of the day. August 22, 2015. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
retirement in the time of a revolution is not at all what we were sold when life was simpler and families lived closer, when socializing meant sitting on your front porch chatting with the neighbors across the way while our kids played ‘mother may I’ and ‘Simon says’ in the street until the sun set, fireflies flickered, and the street lights came on
the retirement I imagined was filled light streaming in at dawn coffee brewing…or tea steeping, the smell of browned toast, the mellow, sweet tang of butter and homemade jam on my tongue, sitting for a spell to take it all in, to read a little, to write a little, with time enough for a walk before lunch. soup…maybe a light salad or a sandwich on fresh slices of homemade bread followed by a lovely afternoon nap, with the windows open, a cool breeze softly tossing sheer lace curtains while my old cat purrs nearby…
retirement in the time of a revolution requires one to draw from the deep well of experience, to revisit the idealism and bravery of youth, to rise early, to stand, to be counted, to give voice to the truth, in poetry, on posters, in letters to editors who still have souls, to leaders who still have spines, to be a gentle voice to the young to be kind to the oppressed and needy, to be a safe place for those who need a place to land, to hide, to rest
I’m not sure I would have survived my imaginary, fantastical retirement plans I’m sure I would have become a bored, grumpy, old lady hiding behind drawn shades…
what a surprise to retire during the time of the great lie, fired up and charged with protecting the truth, keeping it alive, shining a light to show others the way home
much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
gabby peeking in to remind me and you to be sure to take a moment for a glimmer. It’s a good thing she qualifies as a glimmer herself! ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
Taking a dive into one of word press’s prompt questions (shown above)…
sorry
sorry to admit that i say that I’m sorry for saying sorry… it’s a reflexive response that makes me invisible
so sorry… sorry…I’m sorry how sorry
~kat
It’s been a Monday. I could not stomach watching the news and commentaries regarding the bizarre events of the day. The news itself wasn’t what sickened me as much as the way that commentators attempted to treat everything as if it is normal. Providing detailed summations and analysis as if anything that was declared from the Oval Office could or should be taken seriously. I’m waiting for someone in the press corps to tell it like it is…that everyone is terrified of angering the toddler in chief and more importantly that he is in way over his head and doesn’t have a clue. The emperor has no clothes! You can only spin things so much before you get twisted up in the tangled web you’ve woven.
Anyhow…I listened enough to get the basic gist of what happened. It’s embarrassing. The fact that I didn’t vote for this chaos only makes it worse to watch. But I’m past the wish it had turned out differently, I told you so, angry at how stupid people are stage. It’s all of our reality now. It’s not easy being woke.
After all that I need a glimmer… how about you? I received my great granddaughter’s official portraits. Now, I am sensitive to protect the anonymity of my young family members, but I think these snippets might qualify to give you a spark of joy. Babies are hope bundled in blankets. All things good. May we salvage and restore enough of the mess we’ve made to leave something for our children to work with when we’re gone!
drawing lines in the sand when storms come, head to high ground deceptively destructive you can trust your gut the fine print blooms velvet green with violets too soon for my liking
~kat
What an interesting ReVerse this week. It reads like a warning. Can’t say I’m surprised given the world events and the continuing oppressive heat and intense storms of late. It seems as though everyone from the silly leaders who think they are in control, but sorely lacking, and Nature who by all accounts appears to be losing her shit over our insistence that she just fix our mess like she always does. Did I mention wars? There are those too, on too many fronts to count. And war criminals and convicted rapists having tea in remote regions of the world. It’s definitely a good time to be wary, and to watch one’s back, and to keep cool literally and figuratively. At least that’s my plan. Along with a few naps when I can fit them in, and occasionally indulging in a good piece of chocolate, cups of tea, and books.
The world may be spinning in order, or completely out of control. All I can do is what I can do…and be kind along the way…and stopping to notice a glimmer or two.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of kindness to you!
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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