yesterday’s promise
just like today
the sun will rise tomorrow
and the day after
~kat
Tomorrow, everything we know to be true and good and righteous and just could begin to crumble. But there are certain true things we can all cling to…glimmers…and a reminder that whatever happens the sun will rise tomorrow. Peace, love, and glimmers to you. Remember to be kind, to look after one another and most importantly, to breathe.
deep freeze thaw
rustling thickets
wild wanderers outing
the world at dawn
~kat
A magnetic poetry haiku - nature kit online.
Eighteen days of glimmers…so far…which just goes to show you…even on the most dreadful of days it is possible to find glimmers amidst triggers of angst. Glimmers give one pause, a moment to breathe, to regain a smidgen of sanity, a brief detour from chaos, respite for the soul.
I view this time as training for the calamitous, unfolding, unknowable known ahead, because in fact we’ve been here before…but this time promises to be exponentially more out of control. We’re going to need every glimmer we can muster to survive the coming years and to thrive clear-headed with determination to be love, light, empathy, truth-bearers, and defenders of freedom, liberty, and hope. I’m pressing myself to find glimmers every day and to share them here with you. 365 days of glimmers? I’m determined to ferret out the light in the darkness and cling to hope for us all.
A side note as we embark on this journey…I have noticed that a good many glimmers have been from nature thus far. I have pondered this and want to explore what I realized even more. Anyone who has ever happened upon a dilapidated shed in the middle of nowhere swallowed by vines, tree saplings and moss, or a sidewalk mangled, cracked, and rendered impassable by a the roots of a tree, or even layers of cracking asphalt with flowers sprouting from the loam beneath, knows that nature knows how to reclaim what is hers. She can be our model and guide. She has much wisdom to share if we’re paying attention!
And so with that charge in mind…Peace and glimmers to you!
~kat
More glimmers from last night into this morning…the natives on Bramlett Mountain are restless! 🥰✨✨✨
the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
they’re showing up everywhere these days
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
proponents of fear, malevolence
be cautious friends, what you do and say
they’re watching you, in a creepy way
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
they live next door, you’re never alone
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
they know what you choose and where you spend
they’re following you, they’re in your phone
nowhere is safe, not even home
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
who judge and convict with full rancor
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
so beware if you are different,
female, vulnerable, foreigner
it’s coming soon, their vindictive purge
it’s hard to ignore the elephants
~kat
Still processing…still coming to terms with what and who this country is. And trying to figure out as a gay, senior, female citizen, how to survive the coming years, with promised threats from the new leaders coming in who are against my very existence and ability to survive. I used to think being kind, living under the radar, minding my own business and not making waves would be enough to live a good life, to be safe. I am having a hard time believing that now. The winners in our recent election are emboldened and meaner than ever. And they’ve got an agenda that promises to make life a living hell for the marginalized, immigrants, refugees, lgbtq+ folk, women, non-radical evangelicals, progressives in general, law-abiding truth tellers, the elderly, the poor, and middle class. It feels like a nightmare and I’m trying to fight the urge to shut down and go into hiding. I’m tryin to find the courage to step out and join others in the fight, but I’ve got to admit, I’m tired folks. Why can’t we all just live and let live and mind our own damn business. The reality…this reality sucks. Which is why I’m putting this out here. Sharing my truth with whoever takes the time or is interested is reading it. And if you’re still here, peace to you. I’m a survivor…and I’ve got a little light still. We’ll get through this. It just sucks that we have to fight to do it.
Peace, hope, light, and love y’all.
~kat
70,916,946
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six
sparks of light flicker in a sea of darkness
believers in love, compassion, inclusion,
justice, truth, civility, kindness, peace
we cling to hope as winter closes in
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six
despite what you may have heard
is proof beyond a shadow’s doubt
that you are in good company,
light bearers shining for all to see
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six
reasons to grieve, to take time to heal
to cling to the promise of spring…
of a bright dawn after the darkest night
to protect each precious ember of light
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six
did not a landslide make, nor mandate
for those who choose the ways of hate
may love’s light lead us from the edge
and gather us to forge the path ahead
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six
hold space for victory in this fight
one day we’ll surely get this right
just not today, true change takes years
so rest your hearts for now, we need you here
~kat
fallout
everything changed
nothing changed
i stand at the edge
of despair unable to exhale
shrouded in the dread
of threatened promises
unleashed by ignorance,
the stench of hate dripping
from the rafters amidst
wind-raped, naked trees
loss of daylight adding
insult to undeserved misery
a chill, an ungodly silence
cups my ears like a sonic boom
no one hears my screams…
even if they did, they’d revel
in my suffering, the transaction
of wholesale soul acquisition is
complete, bloodthirsty monsters
wielding the sickle to collect
a harvest sown by lies
justice buried alive under the heap
I’m fading to black,
clinging to embers of hope
flickering in the wake of rage
faint glimpses of love, compassion,
kindness, and truth to keep me
as winter approaches swiftly
from the four corners, everything
in its season…to sleep…to dream
spring is coming, she’s coming
she’s coming…right?
this little light of mine
I’m gonna let it shine
let it shine
let it shine
let it
shine
-kat-
like mercury colliding... 