when life feels chaotic simple moon daisies glimmer in ordered perfection
~kat
Yesterday…last week in general, was a particularly horrible week in the slow death of the US democracy. I am still trying to wrap my brain around all that happened recently, while trying to remember all the atrocities of previous weeks. We cannot let the magnitude of each new news cycle’s horribleness lead us to forget the past cries for justice. Sovereign nations are still being ravaged by aggressors, the disappeared amongst us are still missing, tariffs are destroying trade and world economies, women are still suffering and dying due to blocked access to healthcare, poor children are hungry, some dying, immigrant children are still being separated from their families, vulnerable populations are becoming invisible, history is being hidden and rewritten…all while cruelty is celebrated and the filthy rich are getting richer. I know it’s exhausting. I feel it in my bones as I imagine many of you do. But, we are many voices and while we may not be able to advocate for every single one of these issues we can choose one or maybe two that resonates deeply with our own heart and soul to pursue justice from our spineless government officials. Maybe if we are loud enough our voices will overcome the toxic bullying from the top and help them see that bowing to him only leads to more cruelty and destruction. One can hope.
On my morning walk I noticed a tiny glimmer in the distance. As I got closer I realized it was a pair of wild daisies blooming in the middle of nowhere. Just two. Perfectly formed. Upon closer inspection I felt immediate calm in my troubled heart as I gazed at the flowers’ center blossoms, tucked in tightly in a Fibonacci spiral. Nature always brings me back to my senses and reminds me that underneath all the chaos, there is still beautiful order to keep us. We just need to allow our troubled minds to see it. And so this morning I did. I will carry this picture in my mind today to help me breath when the world gets too ugly to bear.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. If you can’t seem to find your own, I am happy to mine with you🌻✨✨💚💚✨✨🌻
~kat
And of course the poem form for today had to be the Fib! A Fib poem is ‘a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 – the classic Fibonacci sequence.’ (You can also write a Fib poem using word count in sequence.)
For years I have trained my eyes to detect heart-shaped things…leaves, puddles, watermarks, tea leaves, tree bark, and stones. Especially stones. Once my mind was on task, a heart-shaped something could stop me in my tracks, giving me a warm feeling inside and a smile on my lips. In that moment I felt seen by the universe, by nature…I felt loved.
So I started collecting them, rocks shaped like hearts. I had boxes of them. Seems there is no shortage of love in this troubled world if you know where to look. And I started giving them to people, random strangers even in a grocery store checkout line, hoping to lift their heart, as mine has been all these years.
Rocks shaped like hearts in particular are especially precious and unique. Even a “heart” like the one I am sharing here, smaller than a penny, may have started out as a great boulder. It takes time, and sometimes great adversity, the shedding of dross, breaking, being crushed, becoming smaller, to attain the perfection of heart-ness. Perhaps that is why the simple gesture of finding or receiving a heart-shaped rock resonates with us. Those of us who have lived through hardship and adversity know the process well. A tiny rock is a reminder that even after all this there is beautiful meaningfulness and value in the familiar shaped shards left behind. Reminding us too, that even in our own brokenness we have value and the capacity to be a light for others.
I think it’s time for me to start collecting again. To carry a few nuggets of hope in my pocket, so that I can part with them when the time is right. Especially now when so many of us feel powerless and invisible. It’s the least I can do after these little gems have done so much work to be noticed.
light beings
each soul has value the capacity to hope to glow with a light that glimmers through brokenness to extinguish the darkness
Much Love, peace and heart-shaped glimmers to you!
I want to believe that my life matters in this anonymous, faceless world where we have grown suspicious of touch where kindness and empathy are a four-letter Word I need a hug and a good, long, ugly cry to cleanse myself of the sadness that overwhelms me in what we have become if there is a god… may I learn to be one who never wonders if there will be enough who rises at dawn with a song on her lips may I learn to be a sparrow
they surround me ghosts of those who linger here, though eternity called their name long ago their voices soft on the breeze so we may remember how to heal
~kat
Sometimes there is nothing to say. and rather than force some words to fill the void, I embrace the beauty around me and listen to the wind. There is no better place to be (imho of course!)😉
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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