here in the rustbelt the air smells industrial no hint of sweetness
~kat
Well…we’re traveling this weekend. The vegetation in Virginia where we live has a distinct sweet scent to it that is noticeable when traveling long distances state to state. We are hundreds of miles from home in the “rust belt”. It has been interesting to notice that the air in Ohio where we are currently smells different…there is an industrial metallic tinge in the air. Chicago, where I grew up, has its own scent…
Just because the air is less fragrant I still managed to find a glimmer. A leaf from a nearby cottonwood tree. It’s in one of my favorite shapes…a beautiful heart!
Much love, peace and glimmers wherever you find yourself!
thoughts and prayers are not enough even when uttered by innocent children cannot save them from bullets piercing through the stained glass of hallowed, hollow sanctuaries as evil encroaches their once safe place we have lost our way in so many ways but our greatest sin is not caring not loving children more than guns allowing children to starve, to be slaughtered, to deny education, opportunity, healthcare, safety… it’s not prayer in schools that will save us when amendments and sacred tomes become idols, there is no god to listen and more children, lives cut short, to bury
~kat
It is hard to find glimmers on a day when another mass shooter gunned down children in a church on their first days of school. I am heartbroken for the children, and for the families of those wounded or lost. Back to school, normally a joyful time for kids, has started like a recurring nightmare here in the US.
There was a vigil in Minnesota this evening. Here’s a photo (By Jeff Wheeler/The Minnesota Star Tribune) It’s today’s glimmer.
Photo by Jeff Wheeler/the Minnesota Star Tribune
The candles held by mourners are lights in the darkness. Even in grief and pain there can be glimmers…candlelight to remember those lost. To show up. To say, “no more”…to hope someone is finally listening.
the air feels cool against my skin could this be autumn, finally here not yet I know, but oh, I take it in the air feels cool against my skin it’s just the breeze, fall will begin in due time as it does each year the air feels cool against my skin could this be autumn, finally here
~kat
I am slowing down these days. I tell myself it is the heat of summer. But the truth is I am getting older. Early to bed…early to rise…more often than not a nap in between. I feel it in my bones. It seems no matter what I try…more exercise, supplements, the latest, greatest remedies that promise to restore the energy of youth…it all eventually proves to be the snake oil that it is. I’m getting older. Just as summer is ending soon, I am adjusting slowly to the shift in the seasons of my life.
Autumn brings with it a gentle letting go, it’s true, but it also ushers in the harvest! A time to celebrate the fruits of a vibrant spring and summer. I have so much to celebrate and to savor. Children grown with children of their own and children of my children’s children now too! Longtime friends, and new ones too. A home in the woods to spend the rest of my days. Words, so many words, some that rhyme and some that dance, and music and paintings, the legacy I’ll leave behind. Kind, loving, compassionate, fair…the things I tried to be. I’m not planning an exit from this life just yet…but oh what a romp it has been so far. Perhaps slowing down is just the thing I need to realize how far I’ve come, and time to take it all in.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! Sometimes the brightest glimmers come in knowing.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s poetry form…the Triolet
triolet:
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
their retribution knows no bounds no resolution may be found their injury, whether faux or real seeks recompense, but here’s the deal revenge is not a one and done they’ll hunt you down ‘til kingdom come and even once you’re dead and gone they’ll trash your name, decry your wrongs made up or real, it matters not the point is that it’s not forgot if you have kids woe to them all they’ll bear the brunt after you fall of fabricated, vague connects there’ll be no end to hate unchecked until their vapid soul descends to bitter hell to join their friends lamenting each raw deal endured how they were blameless, never heard how sad that innocents have borne their cruelty and vicious scorn vile to the core, intent to destroy sad little men who act like boys
~kat
Today was a cacophony of horribles. The revenge tour has commenced by raiding the home and office of one of the top persons on the enemy list ( that they claim doesn’t exist ), the testimony of maxwell, the evil sex trafficker was released, sort of…selectively…everyone and no one did anything unseemly to young girls, or so this convicted criminal perjurer says…a military official who made the mistake of accurately reporting that damage done by trumps supposed bombing and annihilation of Iran’s nuclear stockpile was fired today, the Epstein files…remember those? The deadline came and went and congress finally received a stack of previously released documents…nothing new to see here folks…all while the national guard troops wandering the streets in the capital will now be armed…what could possibly go wrong…and coming soon to a democratic city near you…hey there Chicago…and you too New York. Did I miss anything….honestly this all happened today…oh and the supreme leader has traded in his maga hat for a new message…”Trump was right about everything”…of course, whatever you say Donnie boy. It’s easy to be right about everything when you fire all the truth tellers and rewrite history. Don’t even go there…what they’re planning to do to our Smithsonian artifacts and history…that was yesterday’s news. There is no way around it folks. The worse things that could happen, have.
It’s happening. The final labored breaths of democracy. I’m not sure how to act. The sun still rose today. I logged in to work like i do every day. Deer and turkeys and hummingbirds wandered by my window. My African violet popped out another flower. Maybe that’s the point. In the midst of a horrible, awful day, nature reminds me that life goes on…I need to focus on the day. It’s likely to get worse before it gets better. But it’s a waste of living to worry about it. There is air to be breathed, the music of the wind to lose myself in, and to dance. Everything else is noise.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I know I vacillate between doom and joy these days. With today being heavy on the doom. It’s just reality. Not pretty right now, but I feel called to use this space to document what is happening…should anyone read my words at some future date….but for glimmers…that’s how I intend to get to the other side.
This young female cardinal, resting in the heat of the day. August 22, 2015. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
drawing lines in the sand when storms come, head to high ground deceptively destructive you can trust your gut the fine print blooms velvet green with violets too soon for my liking
~kat
What an interesting ReVerse this week. It reads like a warning. Can’t say I’m surprised given the world events and the continuing oppressive heat and intense storms of late. It seems as though everyone from the silly leaders who think they are in control, but sorely lacking, and Nature who by all accounts appears to be losing her shit over our insistence that she just fix our mess like she always does. Did I mention wars? There are those too, on too many fronts to count. And war criminals and convicted rapists having tea in remote regions of the world. It’s definitely a good time to be wary, and to watch one’s back, and to keep cool literally and figuratively. At least that’s my plan. Along with a few naps when I can fit them in, and occasionally indulging in a good piece of chocolate, cups of tea, and books.
The world may be spinning in order, or completely out of control. All I can do is what I can do…and be kind along the way…and stopping to notice a glimmer or two.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of kindness to you!
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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