it’s a reflexive response leaves break free (it) requires one to draw from the deep well petals of purple made up or real, it matters not it’s just the breeze, fall will begin
~kat
It’s certainly been an interesting week. There was a lot going on in the world and in my little corner of it. But I didn’t realize how my focus this week, in spite of everything, has been consistently on the changes coming…a milestone birthday, retirement, simplifying things in my life as I learn to let go and embrace the autumn season of my life.
Where did the time go? I have certainly had an amazing, full life thus far and if the fates allow me a few more years, I’m think that the best is yet to come.
Whatever season you find yourself in, take time to reflect on the blessings. They pass by in a blink!
their retribution knows no bounds no resolution may be found their injury, whether faux or real seeks recompense, but here’s the deal revenge is not a one and done they’ll hunt you down ‘til kingdom come and even once you’re dead and gone they’ll trash your name, decry your wrongs made up or real, it matters not the point is that it’s not forgot if you have kids woe to them all they’ll bear the brunt after you fall of fabricated, vague connects there’ll be no end to hate unchecked until their vapid soul descends to bitter hell to join their friends lamenting each raw deal endured how they were blameless, never heard how sad that innocents have borne their cruelty and vicious scorn vile to the core, intent to destroy sad little men who act like boys
~kat
Today was a cacophony of horribles. The revenge tour has commenced by raiding the home and office of one of the top persons on the enemy list ( that they claim doesn’t exist ), the testimony of maxwell, the evil sex trafficker was released, sort of…selectively…everyone and no one did anything unseemly to young girls, or so this convicted criminal perjurer says…a military official who made the mistake of accurately reporting that damage done by trumps supposed bombing and annihilation of Iran’s nuclear stockpile was fired today, the Epstein files…remember those? The deadline came and went and congress finally received a stack of previously released documents…nothing new to see here folks…all while the national guard troops wandering the streets in the capital will now be armed…what could possibly go wrong…and coming soon to a democratic city near you…hey there Chicago…and you too New York. Did I miss anything….honestly this all happened today…oh and the supreme leader has traded in his maga hat for a new message…”Trump was right about everything”…of course, whatever you say Donnie boy. It’s easy to be right about everything when you fire all the truth tellers and rewrite history. Don’t even go there…what they’re planning to do to our Smithsonian artifacts and history…that was yesterday’s news. There is no way around it folks. The worse things that could happen, have.
It’s happening. The final labored breaths of democracy. I’m not sure how to act. The sun still rose today. I logged in to work like i do every day. Deer and turkeys and hummingbirds wandered by my window. My African violet popped out another flower. Maybe that’s the point. In the midst of a horrible, awful day, nature reminds me that life goes on…I need to focus on the day. It’s likely to get worse before it gets better. But it’s a waste of living to worry about it. There is air to be breathed, the music of the wind to lose myself in, and to dance. Everything else is noise.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I know I vacillate between doom and joy these days. With today being heavy on the doom. It’s just reality. Not pretty right now, but I feel called to use this space to document what is happening…should anyone read my words at some future date….but for glimmers…that’s how I intend to get to the other side.
This young female cardinal, resting in the heat of the day. August 22, 2015. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
retirement in the time of a revolution is not at all what we were sold when life was simpler and families lived closer, when socializing meant sitting on your front porch chatting with the neighbors across the way while our kids played ‘mother may I’ and ‘Simon says’ in the street until the sun set, fireflies flickered, and the street lights came on
the retirement I imagined was filled light streaming in at dawn coffee brewing…or tea steeping, the smell of browned toast, the mellow, sweet tang of butter and homemade jam on my tongue, sitting for a spell to take it all in, to read a little, to write a little, with time enough for a walk before lunch. soup…maybe a light salad or a sandwich on fresh slices of homemade bread followed by a lovely afternoon nap, with the windows open, a cool breeze softly tossing sheer lace curtains while my old cat purrs nearby…
retirement in the time of a revolution requires one to draw from the deep well of experience, to revisit the idealism and bravery of youth, to rise early, to stand, to be counted, to give voice to the truth, in poetry, on posters, in letters to editors who still have souls, to leaders who still have spines, to be a gentle voice to the young to be kind to the oppressed and needy, to be a safe place for those who need a place to land, to hide, to rest
I’m not sure I would have survived my imaginary, fantastical retirement plans I’m sure I would have become a bored, grumpy, old lady hiding behind drawn shades…
what a surprise to retire during the time of the great lie, fired up and charged with protecting the truth, keeping it alive, shining a light to show others the way home
much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
gabby peeking in to remind me and you to be sure to take a moment for a glimmer. It’s a good thing she qualifies as a glimmer herself! ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
there’s a stillness a quiet resignation as summer fades
the trees slump in the August heat a few surrendering to the inevitable shades of sage, amber, crimson…
leaves break free first to dance with the wind
first fruits of autumn’s harvest
first to return to Gaia’s embrace
~kat
The leaves of this red maple tree at the edge of the woods have always turned well before autumn becomes official. No deep frost needed…no cool temperatures. It may even be a bit earlier this year than last year. I’ve been watching it transition in late summer since it was a sapling. The first year I was worried, but as the years have passed and the tree has grown taller, I have come to expect it.
I decided to research this to find out why. I discovered that this has been happening all over. There are various reasons given. Depends on who you ask. Some say it is excessive heat, some say draught. Some say too much rain. And some simply blame it on global warming.
I also discovered a fascinating fact about red maples in general. Their gender can be a very fluid thing. Some are primarily male, some are female, some are primarily one or the other with a few flowers of the other gender on the same tree. And then there are those trees that that shift from one gender to another. Polygamodioecious hermaphrodite trees…imagine that!
drawing lines in the sand when storms come, head to high ground deceptively destructive you can trust your gut the fine print blooms velvet green with violets too soon for my liking
~kat
What an interesting ReVerse this week. It reads like a warning. Can’t say I’m surprised given the world events and the continuing oppressive heat and intense storms of late. It seems as though everyone from the silly leaders who think they are in control, but sorely lacking, and Nature who by all accounts appears to be losing her shit over our insistence that she just fix our mess like she always does. Did I mention wars? There are those too, on too many fronts to count. And war criminals and convicted rapists having tea in remote regions of the world. It’s definitely a good time to be wary, and to watch one’s back, and to keep cool literally and figuratively. At least that’s my plan. Along with a few naps when I can fit them in, and occasionally indulging in a good piece of chocolate, cups of tea, and books.
The world may be spinning in order, or completely out of control. All I can do is what I can do…and be kind along the way…and stopping to notice a glimmer or two.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of kindness to you!
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