it looks good
.
on
paper, of course,
but 
in reality 
we the people erroneously 
believed
all men meant all of us…
written by rich, white
landowning
men…really meant men
with no guarantee of freedom,
liberty, happiness for the rest
amendments bought and sold for souls
highest bidders, proved to be soulless 

~kat

pi sequence used for the syllable count of this poem: 3.141592653589

Spending time with family this past week, my daughters, their husbands, my nine-plus grandchildren (two have spouses of their own) and my two great grandchildren…had me wondering what the next year will bring. For the girls whose personal autonomy is being whittled away, for the boys who may face being called to serve the newly minted department of war which is escalating tension around the world, for each little family unit making ends meet as prices keep increasing and for all of them as healthcare and education are being dismantled.

I heard a commentator say that the constitution that we all look to protect our liberty and freedom was in fact written by white, landowning men, some of whom owned slaves. Those words we hold dear, “all men are created equal”, written by men, was in fact written for men, very specific men. It would be decades or more before amendments were added to this hallowed document to cover the rest of us. The non-white men. And as we are seeing the constitution with all its flaws means little to the current leaders who want to return us to what they seem to believe our forefathers intended.

As each year winds down I typically assess the previous 12 months, the good, the bad, and where I want to go in the coming year. This year has been a sobering exercise. But I am so glad I had the forethought to look for glimmers every day. Some days all I could find were sun rises and sets. Some days it was kindness, many days it was nature reminding me about what it means to trust the resilience and surety of the seasons and all the beautiful cycles of life.

As I look to 2026, I do hope that it is not too late to turn this ship around toward compassion, freedom, opportunity, prosperity, peace, and equality for all. It seems like a lofty goal. But history is full of miracles. This year I am hoping for a big one for all of us.

Much, love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Speaking of glimmers…there is this little guy who knows the only perfect way to eat raspberries. And a reminder from the imagination of my youngest grandson…when life gives you raspberries…you know what to do! Pop them on your fingers and gobble them up one by one. We owe him a beautiful future.