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
Today while checking updates on my phone I came upon this meme. I love this. The message is great…”make your own mark on the world”. It’s a good reminder. We are all here for a reason. Never apologize for being who you are.
Enter today’s glimmer…an illuminating inspiration if I ever saw one, in a silly meme!
But there is something else about this photo that I noticed. You know, chances are that old tortoise walked that very path multiple times…long before that wire fence was installed and certainly long before some humans framed over his path and poured in a truckload of concrete. He certainly showed them!
The world today is becoming a scary place. People in power are abusing the trust placed in them. The democratic path we have been on for centuries is being paved over by those who would like to rewrite our history, making the world unrecognizable. But, just as that tortoise instinctively knew the way and trudged through the concrete meant to hide the path, those of us who are appalled by the state of things are not losing our minds. We know the truth and the way. We have a choice. We can accept the new world order being forced on us by power hungry tyrants, or we can remind them that we see them for who and what they are, show them what we think of their lifeless, oppressive, self-serving plan and press on in the reality we know to be true.
I’m sure you’re thinking…you got all that from this funny little meme? Well, clearly I’ve been wondering what the bleep is happening, like so many others. We can stand in the truth, we can reclaim our democracy before their plans are irrecoverably set in place. Like that old tortoise we can leave our mark on their attempt to own us. Nope, I say…not today, not on my watch.
Don’t give up my friends…not now, not ever…peace, hope and glimmers to you.
don’t forget to zig it may lead you to zagging and moments of zen
~kat
Give Me Routine Any Day
There is a certain comfort to be found in routine. Like the seasons follow one another, or the sun and the moon move east to west in the sky, we can depend on routine. When chaos bursts onto the scene and life’s happenings interrupt the peace and tranquility of normalcy, I crave predictable, boring routine. There is only so much excitement a body can take.
Today was a typical Monday with an early wake up call. I don’t even need an alarm clock. My body knows the routine. After a quick walk with my pup, treats and breakfast for the critters under our roof and a handful of peanuts for the crows and bluejays outside, I pour a generous dollop of sweet cream into a mug, add an earl grey tea bag and wait for the tea kettle to sing. The hiss of the water and soft tumbling sound of bubbles bursting against the aluminum wall of the teapot is the perfect time to pause. This morning I did just that. I poured hot water to the rim of my mug and took advantage of another moment while the tea steeped.
I waited, I breathed, I took in my surroundings…sunlight streaming through the cactus plant hanging over the sink, my dog, with her belly full of food snoring softly under the dining room table, and one of my cats purring loudly as she nudged her head into my ankles and weaved between them, wrapping her tail around my shins.
In that moment no one in my world had just died, there were no weird bird flu’s looming, and society wasn’t losing its mind. In that routine moment, in my kitchen, on a Monday, I do believe I experienced a glimmer.
As I have mentioned over the past several weeks, there are glimmers everywhere. Even in the boring routine of a Monday morning, we don’t have to try to find glimmers. They have a way of finding us.
Peace, Steaming Earl Grey Tea with Sweet Cream, and Glimmers to you!
a great gaggle of gobblers passed by magnificent fowl, but I’m not gonna lie I’ve heard they’re quite snuggly it’s a shame they’re so ugly a feast for beasts of prey, not for the eyes
~kat
When humor is a glimmer.
They say that humor is the best medicine. The limerick fits that bill perfectly I’d say…though I’m quite a novice at this form. My inspiration came from a gaggle of turkeys who happened by my window. A huge flock of them! They are magnificent birds, with delightful personalities and amusing banter. I always know when they are close by, announced by their cheerful gobble, gobble, gobble. And when they all take flight, they are a sight to behold with wide powerful wingspans.
But here’s the thing…
From behind their full plumage is beautiful, impressive. Then they lift their heads and look your way!!! Oh my! Poor creatures, they are quite homely. The face only a true turkey aficionado could love…and yep, that would be me. I love our resident turkey clan! 😊 Isn’t nature amazing!
So life happens…and death. We don’t get to plan what fate has in store for us. My daughters’ father is dying. The when, we don’t know except that it is imminent. He’s on a ventilator and his organs are shutting down. So my girls have headed to the hospital to be together with him. And I keep vigil for them in my heart, sending my love and prayers and encouragement via text and phone calls. Mustering up my glimmering best since it is not my place to be there in person, but they know that I am with them in spirit.
Their dad and I parted ways over thirty years ago when I ended our tumultuous marriage fraught with abuse and his infidelity. The years mellowed us both as our girls grew up, got married and started families of their own. We actually managed to be civil at their weddings, births, and other milestone events. And I had thought that I had made peace with any and all goodbyes that needed to be said to him.
It’s strange a thing when death draws near. The atmosphere seems to shift. I suppose I needed one more goodbye…and so I did what I do. I wrote about it. RIP PBC.
so strange, the thinning veil
i would have planned a great goodbye if I had known your time was nigh we’d share a beer remembering the twists and turns that life can bring but death descends collects his due in just a blink the best of you we’re left behind no guide or clue to let us know what we should do they tell me you can hear me still goodbye old friend until…until…
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