What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
Truth Personified at Dawn ~ kat 2025
truth tellers
when telling the truth is revolutionary we should not whisper
~kat
It goes without saying…or maybe I need to say it out loud…truth is real, attainable, knowable, undeniable, verifiable by actual facts. Naysayers who say otherwise are lying. Which brings me to another, dare I say, truth, that should be obvious…but bears reminding…lies are not real.
Okay then…much love, peace, and glimmers to you…today’s sunrise was a true thing of beauty.
News has been more ridiculous than usual as we watch the physical and cognitive decline of our self-proclaimed great leader. I have stopped saying it can’t get any worse, because, well, you know. But today’s (or I should say yesterday’s glimmer? (I did write most of this poem yesterday…we were just away wearing ugly sweaters and doing holiday schmoozing)…as I was saying…today’s glimmer is that maga folk are starting to wake up! I won’t gloat…or even say, “told you so” but I will write about it, because that’s what I do. 😊 who says the fall of democracy can’t be fun…well not fun exactly…but I do like a bit of sarcasm every now and then!
Much love, peace, and WOKE glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
sycophant’s bawl
he’s been quite naked now for years it’s true, the emperor’s insane his court of dunces hail his name with flattery most insincere
to anyone who sees, it’s clear, the ugly truth, they have no shame he’s been quite naked now for years it’s true, the emperor’s insane
they sold their souls to profiteer for promises of power, fame but now they know who bears the blame oh they were duped, fed lies and fear he’s been quite naked now for years
~kat
btw…this poetry form is called the Rondel.
A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
Schrödinger has the best seat in the house! Yes…Schrödinger exists, and is alive and well. 🥰
a gray day . yet another gray day the clouds fell to earth a misty melding of sky and loam blue glints and golden streams of light breaking through the veil the storm ends night slips into dawn
~kat
Things may seem impossibly dark right now, but remember my friends, all storms eventually pass. We may need to clean up debris and maybe even rebuild what we lost in the aftermath, but the sun and blue sky eventually break through. Just as night gives way to dawn, day moves into dusk; just as summer moves to autumn, to winter, to spring, please hold onto the glimmers that present themselves to you every day. Embrace every facet of this life. The light, the dark and everything in between.
Autumn Fading in the Foothills…a Call to Let Go ~ kat 2025
the trees know . the true tyranny of this season requires letting go as the nights grow colder, darker, a call to surrender to weather winter purified, stripped of vanity
~kat
How easy it is to lose one’s soul to smugness. A few clean sweep victories for the blue team and it takes every ounce of decorum I can muster to keep myself from gloating. From wanting to poke those I know of maga persuasion to remind them that they are on the wrong side of history on this. Fortunately, it is a battle played out only in my monkey brain. I’ve lived long enough to know how fragile opinions and long held beliefs can be. Misguided though they may be, there is nothing I can say to sway the status quo. So I just let it go, remember to be kind and practice silence in mixed company. It’s not a hill I am willing to die on.
But that does mean I don’t care, or that I don’t do everything I can to right the destructive direction we’re on. Democracy still matters. It’s worth protecting and fighting for. So I voted. With millions of others, and this time we won. It’s a small glimmer of hope. The encouragement I needed to keep going. Gloating doesn’t serve anyone. But edging us a wee bit closer to the perfect union we aspire to where all people are free, cared for, and treated with respect and compassion. I know. It’s a lofty goal. But at least for today democracy showed signs of life, and we the people found our voice.
I know it’s not over. We have a long way to go before we eradicate the hate and greed that has overtaken so many. By letting go of my need to be right, by being kind, I just may spread a little light. That is my hope for us all. To hang on until dawn after this dark long night of the soul of our nation.
I need time to heal to feel full and whole to embrace what is real and true and good to stop apologizing for being different a black sheep for being me because I am enough not too much just right and it’s taken a lifetime to see no one gets to choose what I need who I am how I live but me
~kat
I am recovering my friends, from surgery. The cancer that interrupted my busy life is now disposed of as bio waste. I don’t miss it of course even if it took a bit of flesh with it. I feel grateful for the ease with which a good doctor was able to remove it. But today I am tired. My body is telling me take time to rest. You’ve been overdoing life for long enough…rest. Sleep. You’ve earned. You deserve it. You have always deserved time for you…just you. And so I pass along this bit of wisdom to you. Take time to rest, to recharge, to heal whatever it is that needs healing in your life. You deserve it. Just because.
Much love, peace, and healing glimmers to you. Yes you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Thriving transplanted African VioletsSago Pine babies blooming after surgery of dead frondsMy inspiration for healing
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