After five years, our inoperable fireplace restored. A glimmer to keep us warm on cold winter nights.
it’s a date
three years from today meet me in the hills I’ll brew us some tea if we are here still the future we dreamed the battles hard won we’ll tip our warm cups in the light of the sun no longer afraid to be seen or to speak freedom and justice restored to the meek if we have survived I’ve no doubt we will we’ll talk about weather here in the foothills
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
open minds
never stop learning we don’t know what we don’t know fools insist they do
~kat
I attended a social event recently. The table conversation was quite enlightening and disturbing. (I didn’t say much…just listened). People declared such outrageous things with such confidence and assurance of validity of their truth! It was shocking. Their remarks were right out of a certain propaganda playbook. I used to think that intelligent people surely saw right through the lies and what’s happening in our country and the world. But I was mistaken in that assumption. My wife corrected me when we spoke about it after I got back home.
“Educated does not always mean intelligent,” she remarked. Wow! That perfectly explained it. There’s a reason I limit my time in public and prefer the company of deer, squirrels, crows, and trees.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
Today’s glimmer is the view out my window as I work. I love autumn! 🍂🍁✨💚✨🍁
she is I refuse to dwell on who she was… strong, full of life, because she is all of that still though muted by adversity the injustice of incompetence of a system that values profit over people, bottom lines over excellence a system that moves on from oops to oh well…good luck…next… there’s nothing more we can do for you
these days, she lives with unbearable, relentless pain these days, she still manages to smile, to give, to care, I have thought, and even said out loud on occasion, I don’t know how she does it but that’s not true, I know… because she is… strong, full of life, and that is all you or me, or anyone needs to know
~kat
My wife has CRPS brought on by an act of medical neglect…incompetence, that has changed our life and plans forever. They call CRPS the suicide disease. For a reason.
Over the past several years as we have made our way through the stages of grief for what we thought was our plan for the future, to settling in to what I had called the new normal. Silly me. There is nothing normal about living with a debilitating disease that brought everything that we thought we knew to a full stop. It has taken a while for us to realize that while everything changed around us, we didn’t. In fact, we grew stronger.
These days, I’ve stopped looking back, determined to make each moment count. Like everyone we have bad days and good. These days the good days taste even sweeter, and glimmer even brighter…because…life.-
You ask me this, as if you assume I had the slightest desire…the moon? To leave this beautiful, life-sustaining place that I have known…i love my home i think I’ll pass…but glad you asked the price I’d pay to send away a certain orange man with tiny hands, his team of loyal hacks…now that is worth considering, the lunar scape suits this lot, cold as ice, core of rot barren land paved with debris two-faced, a dark side no one sees… what wouldn’t I pay…it makes me giddy to think of it, oh my! Would be a pity to let this opportunity pass…you asked, What would I pay? Let’s just say anything and all to my last penny!
~kat
It’s been a rough week for democracy y’all. Well, let’s just say DT struck the final blow when he demolished the East Wing of the people’s house. We are not a democracy. There are no longer three separate branches of government. Congress has abdicated its responsibility, the Supreme Court majority is in lockstep with crowning the executive branch a dictatorship. The rule of law is dead. And the fourth estate has been silenced, cowed underground. SMH
So when I saw today’s daily prompt on WordPress I had to smile. It broke through the angst I had been feeling and gave me liberty to imagine an alternative reality to the current nightmare. I may have spent more time than is healthy crafting my poem and artwork for this one…but you know…desperate times do call for desperate measures to make sense of the obsurd.
So I started with my response to the prompt question…and then, once I allowed myself to muse at the possibility of freedom and liberty from our current state, i couldn’t help myself…I came up with my blueprint for Mar-a-Luna. Hey…a girl can dream.
It may not count as a proper glimmer but I do hope it relieves some of the tension of this current time, and makes you smile. I’ll try to share a proper glimmer once I head out into this beautiful world. But for now…
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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