day 33…really?!!!

sorry, not sorry

disobedience
offering sweet corn to deer
hell frozen over

desperate for safety
they come with nothing, but hope
disobedience
compassion knows no boundaries
defying abject cruelty

~kat

Well, it’s official. Here in the US our resident winter weather oracle, the great and powerful Punxsutawney Phil, groundhog extraordinaire, saw his shadow this very morning at Gobbler’s Knob in Pennsylvania, declaring for all that there will be six more weeks of winter. I’m kinda over it, but hey Phil said it so it must be true.

Wish we had a similar forecaster who could tell us what to expect regarding the state of our society…oh wait…we do. When his handlers let him out of his secure bunker, lured into daylight by a double quarter pounder with cheese, he tells us exactly what to expect…and then does it, or at least tries to. Silly, sad wannabe. We just have to pay attention. if it means being awake, or woke as the kids say. Welp I don’t know about you but I’m thinking out loud here…this is NO TIME to sleep.

I confess, I am a criminal…I toss handfuls of corn for the deer on my property. It’s fucking freezing out there. There is barely anything left to forage for, and now Phil tells us we have six more weeks of this shit. I’m not opposed to civil disobedience when it comes to being a decent COMPASSIONATE HUMAN BEING!!! But I digress. Suffice to say I am not sleeping through the next four years of winter…did I say four years…I meant to say FOUR YEARS!!! Let this be my personal glimmer to you, for anyone who needs to know. I am a safe place. (You know what to do.)

Peace, love and fucking glimmers to you. Sorry,  not sorry, about the colorful language…words have power. We need to be loud, obnoxious and unapologetically out, upfront, and in the face of injustice and hate. This is not a dress rehearsal. Shits got real. 

~ unapologetically kat


Today’s poetry form is the HAINKA. Learn more about it HERE.


day 32

Blessed Imbolc!!! May you and yours be warmed by the growing light and longer days and the hope that this season brings for new beginnings!

sacred season
of spring’s light dawning
darkness fading
gentle murmurs from
the deep…fertile seeds
who long to see the sun

~kat

A photo of the hills to the west, a magnetic poetry poem using the Nature kit, and a very joy-filled, glimmery, blessed Imbolc to you and yours. On this day we are reminded that the darkness never lasts forever, that new life and spring is in the wings and that we can forge our own new beginning. The constancy of the seasons gives us comfort and hope for a new season of light in our own lives.

Peace, Hope, Love and Glimmers of the coming light of Spring to you.

~kat

P.S. yes…I’m still looking for glimmers. Day 32 and counting.


day 31

saturated

rain fell dawn to dusk
the sky mute in shades of gray
healing for the soul

~kat

TGIF. I may sleep in tomorrow. Or not. Exhaustion never rests when the sky is falling.

peace, love, and glimmers…even muted in gray glimmers, to you.

~kat


day 30…still processing

barely a glimmer 

it was a good day
yesterday
from blue sky sunlit dawn
to gentle dusk
a productive day of work
lovely breaks for tea
it was a good day until
innocent souls fell from the sky
a horrible accident
a newly coronated president
looking to lay blame for tragedy
on his watch, it was on his watch
blame on his predecessors
on the beautiful diversity
that makes us strong, not weak
it was a good day
in my small patch of earth
and I cling to the goodness
to be found in simple truths
in the rising sun, in bird song
in the satisfaction
of work well done
in a cup of tea
sweetened by cream
long cold, now bitter
my heart breaking
for us all

~kat

This is yesterday’s poetic offering. Sometimes a poem comes to me in swift sequence and sometimes, like yesterday, it takes me all day to sort out my thoughts. Yesterday was one of those days. I started to write in the morning, and added to it during breaks…I admit I was exhausted as yesterday came to a close. And so today you shall see will see two offerings of glimmers as we close out January 2025.

As awful as yesterday was, there were glimmers…tiny, momentary, but glimmers all the same. I cling to these detours from the madness. I cling to the small sparks of hope that they illuminate. Sometimes all we have is a window of light amidst a storm to remind us that the sun is still there in the sky. 

Peace, love, kindness, hope, and glimmers to you. Go gently my friends. Be especially gentle with yourself.

~kat


Day 29

asylum

there is no safe place
when cruelty becomes sport
vengeance in the wind

~kat

After a brief reprieve from bitter cold and wintry weather the winds returned today. When I was a girl I loved the wind. But age and experience…and reality have jaded my perception. The winds strip the trees bare. Icy breezes drop temperatures to bitter lows. Trees snap and lose their footing.  Now that I am older I take shelter when the winds come.  These days when the wind whips through the trees I hold my breath and hope that the walls and roof hold. These days the calm after the storm brings sweet relief amidst the aftermath of the tempest’s rage. 

Keep safe my friends. Keep each other safe. Peace, love, and glimmers to you.
~kat