Category Archives: Social Issues

day 325

I’m forswunke
.
joy
in the moment
peace
amidst the chaos
it’s about being with family
each year
a time for connection
to come together
in one place
a snapshot in time

~kat
(a Pi-Prime Poem ~ syllable count per line: 3.1415926535 - the first 11 numbers in the pi sequence.)

Today’s grandiloquent word of the day captures my extended weekend. My four daughters and their respective families and us get together every year the day after Thanksgiving to celebrate all of the winter holidays together. This year was hosted a half day’s drive by car away, so the trip required an overnight stay. It was a wonderful time. I loved seeing everyone.

But getting everyone packed, loaded and unpacked is quite a job. And I am exhausted…or rather forswunke – Grandiloquent’s Word of the Day for today…how ever did they know?

Actually, I think the holidays and all the festivities we try to fit in every year actually is over the top. Beginning in October and ending with the drop of the ball in Times Square on New Year’s Eve into New Year’s Day, we Americans holiday ourselves to exhaustion because…uh, because…well because it’s tradition. And as forswunke as I feel in the midst of it, and in the aftermath, it is also a treasure to me, because family is everything.

For a brief few hours we were all together and safe and happy. For a brief few hours nothing existed but my family. Tomorrow is Monday and the chaos of the world will roar back into view, but at least I had this brief holiday to remind me of what is good and lovely in my life. It will keep me through the coming winter while illustrating exactly why I will continue to fight for kindness, compassion, peace and justice for everyone. It’s worth fighting for.

Happy Holidays to you and yours. If these sound like fighting words to you, well bless your heart. We may not all celebrate this season the same way but the most important thing is that we are surrounded by those we love when we do.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

Leaving you with photos of the latest critter to venture on to our tiny oasis…Einstein. Yet another tiny soul who gives me purpose. And my glimmer for today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 322

i am here

let me be a safe place for you
an open heart that’s ever true
shelter when the tempests rage
to hold you close when you’re afraid
the world can be a scary place
where innocents can be erased
where brute and power is extolled
where hate takes root and turns us cold
please know that I will always be
a refuge safe, where you can flee
when danger lurks at every turn
you have a home where love’s light burns

~kat

A poem and a beautiful glimmer…innocence in the face of a fawn. She represents all that is pure and true to me in this crazy world. It is my hope to be a shelter, a friend, a safe place for all innocent souls in this world turned cold. I am here. It seems like such a simple thing to be kind at a time when compassion is seen as resistance.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you

~kat

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day 319

wild flowers

there rose up a murmur
deep and dark, a secret
grown cold too long from
the sweetest of blossoms
who never bloomed…it is
a soulless world watches
them wither, refusing to listen

~kat
(Magnetic Poetry - Nature Kit)

Decades…decades of silent suffering. It’s time to listen to the voices of grown children, robbed of their innocence by monsters still lurking in broad daylight. No amount of redaction can shield them from the power of truth.

It has taken me a bit of time to speak of this horror evolving before our eyes. My heart breaks for the women…for children they never were.

They are not gods who rape and pillage innocence for pleasure. They are demons. May we finally see them for what they are and hold them all accountable for the atrocities they have inflicted.

Much love, peace, and glimmers my friends. Pulled this one from the archives to help us remember what flowers do best when allowed to thrive….

~kat ✨✨✨💚🌼💚✨✨✨


day 318

another autumn

the autumn winds, swift and fierce
raze the forest leaves from limb
like seasons past, played their part
trees pruned, as winter begins

summer’s leaf-dressed canopy
shade from sun and camouflage
now reveal a clearer view
a hidden treasure-like mirage

nests tucked in the highest nooks
forest floor, its paths obscured
leaf-covered in amber-gold
souls of trees laid bare and pure

soon winter with frosty breath,
snow will turn the foothills white
autumn gently tucks us in
to sleep through wintery nights

~kat

I love autumn! The colors, the smells, bonfires, hot apple cider. It passes so quickly leaving us with trees stripped bare. And I must admit, I love winter trees too. To me, they are symbols of letting go, reminding me shedding what no longer serves me does not mean I have to rush to get on with whatever is next. The trees this time of year show me how to stop, to reflect, and to hope in the spring. As we enter this dark season when the nights are long may we learn to rest. After a long year may we settle into warmth of home, of family and friends, and remember what is most important.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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day 316

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

What is your favorite place to go in your city?

I don’t do cities
unless I’m forced to,
if I must do
things like appointments,
grocery shopping, you know
“lifing” like a zombie, day in
day out…I don’t do cities
unless I’m forced to,
i prefer a natural scene,
the rolling Blue Ridge Foothills
you’ll find me here most
nights and days,
working hours, and play
where traffic is a gaggle
of gobblers crossing the
driveway, where the sound
of wind rushing through
the trees sounds like ocean
waves crashing into the shore
where my top 40 hit list
is birdsong…
from hummingbird
chirps to pileated
woodpecker cackles,
crow caw-caws and
raven grunks
I traded bumper to bumper
morning commutes
with morning walks through
the mist at dawn
this is my favorite place
i don’t do cities anymore
unless I’m forced to
best decision I ever made
no looking back

~kat

I discovered this magic portal on my walk this morning. Isn’t it fabulous? I wonder who has taken shelter here. Chipmunks, squirrels, perhaps even some faerie folk! At any rate. This is a proper glimmer if there ever was one.

Much love, light, and glimmers to you!