anatomy of a movement
it’s quiet
as
the dust settles
a cool hush
bone
chilling silence
a moment’s
breath
then clarity
voices found
roar
enough! no kings!
five million
strong
in unity
the balance
of
power, shifting
~kat
a series pi-ku poems - 3-1-4
Today…yesterday actually…as I reflect on recent world and national events, hope is my glimmer.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚☮️💚✨✨✨
the air
I breathe…
air infused with light
flora refreshed
remnants of creation
lingering, of birds in flight,
deer folk, of forest friends
great and small, honeybees,
of neighbors two doors down
bits of living cells that ride the wind
lung to lung, I inhale the universe in,
exhale myself into the world
we are not so different as some
would like us to believe…
we are one, in harmony
with our mother, Earth
who sustains us
and calls us to love
with every breath
Much love, peace, healing, and glimmers to you!
~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Glimmers from this morning…snapshots of our big beautiful rubber tree from last year that didn’t make it through this past winter due to a series of unfortunate events.
This spring, from its wasted rootball emerged this lovely offshoot that is thriving.
It is a clear reminder to me that even when all seems lost, hope is not far away. Sometimes it may be just below the surface. But it is there waiting to shine. It’s a call for patience and perseverance. A call to hold fast, to never give up. Let the light within you that is hidden, burst forth and shine.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨💚✨
The US is finally waking up. The map below is a representation of over 2000 events scheduled nationwide. It’s a beautiful thing! This gives me hope. This brightens my day and lifts my heart!
woke is an action verb
it’s a four-letter word
it’s a charge that demands unrest
this day silenced voices shall be heard
defending democracy…Democracy…a proper noun
~kat
much love, peace, and woke glimmers to you!
~kat
Today’s poem a gogyohka…
Five rules of Gogyohka by Enta Kusakabe (1983).
a magnetic poem ~ The Poet’s Kit
my heart remembers
it like it was
before the lies
before we were broken
from the ocean’s rhythmic dance
to the delicious slow kiss of
a cool breeze’s embrace
there is joy and peace
~kat
Today’s glimmer is a day late…I was a bit overwhelmed with reentry into work after a daunting two and half day travel schedule.
After trying for hours to muster the words while fighting sleep, I gave in and picked up this morning with a little help from the online magnets. I did manage to enjoy last evening breeze as the sun set. There is much I could say about the tidal turn of our country and the chaos that is happening., but I encourage you to remember what life was like before uncertainty and fear took hold.
If you are fortunate to live by the ocean, get yourself to the shore and let the sound of waves lull you to calmness and peace…that’s your glimmer!
If you, like me, far from the water’s edge, I invite you to go outside and give yourself to be ravaged by the breeze. It needn’t be a brisk breeze…just the slightest whisper will do. That’s your glimmer.
Tomorrow we march, tomorrow we advocate, but for today may the natural world hold and keep you, and help you remember who you are and how it was not too long ago…
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
the trees know best
a storm
most certainly
is coming
the rushing wind
the darkening skies
the undersides
of tree leaves showing
air thick and wet
growing wetter
grab an umbrella
maybe a sweater
the weather man said
sunny weather
but I have something
even better…nature
always lets me know
and the trees…
they told me so
~kat
I am on the mend. As much as I love living in the middle of the woods, I am highly allergic. As am I to cats, I have three. I may even be allergic to laundry though I force myself to do it regularly enough…and even better, to actually fold and put it away. They have medication for all of these things (well maybe not for laundry), which I take so that can tolerate the closeness of these things I love, the trees and cats. And I suppose clothes too, as I am a bit shy when it comes to being naked in public! it’s not a pretty sight I assure you! Consider it my gift to humanity that I keep private what’s meant to be kept!
Tolerance is a willful thing isn’t it? We choose to be tolerant. We make concessions for those things that press us to tolerate them. It worries me that humanity is being pressured more and more to tolerate things that used to be non-negotiable in a civil society. Things like cruelty, lies, hate, lawlessness, bullying, intimidation, bigotry, misogyny…goodness that’s a long list (there is likely more…I know there’s more and much of it not good 😟).
I have made concessions to live peacefully with my dander and pollen laden loves. Tolerance is a choice after all. I need to remind myself that I do not need to tolerate anything that is the opposite of love and that it is perfectly fine for me to say so, even if it’s scary. Maybe my saying it might even help someone else feel a little less afraid to say it too.
anyhow…it’s gonna rain soon. The trees told me so. I love them even if they do make me sneeze!
much love, peace, and glimmers to you. And remember, you get to choose. When given the chance I hope you choose love!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
(today’s glimmer? Why, the underside of tree leaves of course. They are dazzling even if it does mean a storm is coming!)
like mercury colliding... 