Category Archives: Social Issues

day 344

An odd glimmer…unless you know the story behind the photo.
being kind
.
life
is hard sometimes
things
can change overnight
and in those times of adversity
we learn
the truth I of who we are
the simplest kind acts
can heal us
compassion through pain

~kat

Some of you know that the past several years have challenged my family more than we could have imagined. My wife suffered a debilitating illness as a result of medical mistakes, resulting in loss of income and most heartbreaking, the end of a career she loved. Ironically, as a healthcare progressional herself, the treatment errors have felt like a betrayal, only adding to the trauma. I have watched her fight for her life from the abyss of depression, remembering who she is and finding new ways to be. She deals with daily unrelenting pain, and has to navigate the world on wheels now, and yet she is kind. Every Friday she loads herself into her truck, fitted to allow her to drive, and volunteers at a wildlife rescue center.

Life can change in an instant. But we can choose to meet challenges with grace, determination, and kindness.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 343

cut flowers
.
in
winter whisper
sweet
nothings to my soul
scent of roses infusing the air
a gift
to brighten cold gray days
stirring gratefulness
for friendship
and new memories

~kat

I had a surprise delivery today. It was a holiday gift from my boss. A beautiful bouquet of cut flowers. It truly brightened my day. Made me feel appreciated and seen. Not even the rain could dampen my spirits. The fragrance of roses, carnations, lily of the valley, sweet pea, and daisies filled my room with sweetness.  Of course it is today’s glimmer.  

Much love, peace and sweet glimmers to you. 

~kat

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day 341…catching up

grace in the storm’s eye 

I am easily swayed
by every wind
but there are moments
when the world
stops me from spinning
takes my breath away
and helps me to breathe

~kat

One more glimmer today. This was the first photo I took this morning. The view that drew me out of melancholy and inspired me to press on. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

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day 340

seeing red
.
blue
red-infused sky
dawns
in the aftermath
of relentless news of hateful acts
empty
thoughts and prayers rise like ash
with barely a spark
to keep from
turning the sky gray

~kat

Sorry to have missed posting a glimmer yesterday. I hope you were able to find a few of your own. The incessant news from over the weekend… murders, school shootings, anti-Semitic terror attacks and mass murder across the globe, and our leader in this country showing what a vile monster he is in the aftermath set me back a bit. I had no words.

I woke this morning to a beautiful sunrise, barely making it outside in time to capture it before the sky faded to gray.  That’s kind of how today’s poem emerged. 

The thing is, I did manage to take a photo. It showed me that there are glimmers to be found even in the darkest times. It feels odd to celebrate them, to celebrate anything, but celebrate we must. We can’t let evil and fear shut us down. Enter glimmers, brief though they may be, to remind us. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat

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day 339 – a ReVerse Poem

It’s been more than a minute since I crafted a ReVerse Poem…this one spans several weeks. But…I’m glad I waited. I love this look back, line by line capturing daily snapshots of what I was thinking at the time.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. First, the ReVerse Poem…then a a glimpse into the magnificent glimmers that have sustained me!

~kat

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A ReVerse Poem ~ Sunday, 14 December 2025

a snapshot in time

let me be a safe place for you
but for a golden moment
muted in cool gray
a snapshot in time

i felt her presence pressing my soul
breaking through the veil
if I were to change
she moves me unseen
crystalline ice shards tap my bare skin
barely capturing her magnificence, a faded photograph
to anyone who sees, it’s clear,
frost and lace
sheltering in grace
snow falls soft
they don’t know they’re wild

we should not whisper
oh so many times
darkness fades away
as promised, sure as dusk

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.