remember
promises are sacred, but
only if you keep them
Never tell someone
you will, when you won’t
trust is a powerful thing
much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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day 138
day 132
moist
the quiet murmur
of warm rain falling softly
boughs heavy hang low
berries swelling on the vine
wild earth blushed in deep green
~kat
Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!
We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!
Much love, peace, and moist glimmers to you! 💦😉💦
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A Tanka poem using Magnetic Poetry Online ~ Nature Kit
day 131
gramma hugs
Does this make me look fat?
my obsession began as a daughter
stuffed into clothes
that wrapped my curves too tightly
I learned to hide behind dark tents
of fabric, my soft skin growing pale
under the weight of loathing
You’re not leaving this table
until you clean your plate…
subliminal mandates haunt me still
burning a hole in my soul
that demand to be obeyed,
then despised in an unhealthy
cycle of too plenty and growling want
against intrusive reflections
that distort my perspective,
rendering me less than…diminishing
the beautiful light that chokes for air
beneath layers of flesh, a battle waged
for nearly half a century, somehow
cured instantly, by the tender words
of a toddler, with eyes blue like mine,
nestled close, pressed against
my soft belly, head near my heart,
wrapped in my ample arms…
I love you Gramma…
and I realize, I was made for this.
~kat
I was a chubby kid. The yo-yo battle between thin and fat started in my teens. Weight has been a relentless foe for most of my life. Those rare seasons when I was able to shed weight happened only because I stopped eating…well mostly. I subsisted on hard boiled eggs, water and lettuce…and a few strawberries to treat myself, which of course is not particularly healthy or sustainable. I am older and supposedly wiser these days but that doesn’t mean I defeated those demons that haunt me still. But I am working toward being healthy. And today’s recounts a true story…the words of a toddler that saved me. Excessive dieting is not the answer to improving my health. That “I love you” murmured from the mouth of a mere babe set me on a path of embracing my curves because, you do understand, don’t you…grandmas that are soft and squishy around the middle give the best pillowy hugs…💕
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…soft squishy hugs count! 😉
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
day 129
just an old lady
I am a universe
a constellation of scars
black holes of abuse
cratered by the meteoric blows
of broken men rendered powerless
who felt eclipsed in my presence
my heart broken and mended
time and again
I am a miracle of nature
a patchwork of sorrow
a brilliant supernova of ecstasy
my body is a life-supporting orb
its outer space a Milky Way
of stretch marks
that trace paths across
the soft landscape of my core
where life bloomed again and again
erupting into new universes
as well as a shooting star
that left a trail of tears
falling under the weight of gravity
before disappearing into the night
I am the sun, warm, radiant, fierce,
and the moon, a reflection of all
that is true, with the power to
shift tides that erode stone set
in place for centuries, reclaiming
their course shards into the deep,
leaving a soft, cool surface
for children to sink their feet
I am a mystery, I am an open book
my eyes, pools of compassion,
my voice dripping pearls of wisdom,
I am love, I am hate, I am day, I am night
some will say,
oh, she is just an old woman
but lean in a little closer my dears
and you will see…I am a universe
~kat
It’s Mother’s Day weekend here in the US. It’s weird this year. So much of what we fought for in my youth is being eroded away by those who dream of the world before women were given rights. It wasn’t that long ago that women couldn’t own property, obtain credit, vote, or make health decisions for themselves. How quickly things slip away when we take them for granted.
And so, we celebrate mothers this weekend. If you are fortunate enough to have a loving mother who is still in your life, cherish her. Be sure to tell her that you appreciate her. And if your life is complicated…i wish you peace and healing.
Much love and glimmers to you. Today was a cool spring day. That was glimmer enough for me. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
day 128
the navigator
she tells us where to go
how to get there actually
what did we do before her?
we were intrepid passengers
wrestling with atlas or
folded sheets of triple A routes
that took us from home
to the world and back…
starting route…
her familiar voice breaks
through my pop rock playlists
and…we’re on our way
set to arrive in 2 hours, 14 minutes
unless…life interrupts, construction,
fellow travelers’ journeys cut short,
a one-lane detour around fresh carnage
stretching our necks to see if
there is blood, grateful to have left
a few minutes later than we had planned
turn left at the next light in 200 feet…
turn left, turn left, TURN LEFT…
recalculating route…make a u-turn
then turn right at the next light…
whatever did we do…how did we ever
find our way, I muse to myself
parked on the side of the road…
I think we broke her,
clearly she did not intend
for us to cross through this cornfield…
the sun sits midway in the eastern sky…
we need to head north…
at next intersection let’s take a right,
scenic route starting…we might
arrive a bit later than planned
but we’ll get there, as the crow flies
~kat
I often think about life before tech. The tools of our simple lives did not require 24/7 attention. We had phones of course. Simple land lines, not smartphones that connected us via satellite to the world. If I wanted to learn about sea turtles, I would go to the library. Travel was an adventure. We learned to read maps. Verbal directions included street names and landmarks to get us to our destination. We learned how to tell time by looking at the face of a clock, how to tie our shoes, phonics and how to read and write using a pen and paper. When we paid for things we used actual money And television shows were in grainy black and white, with three channels that ended at midnight with the Star-Spangled Banner playing until the screen faded to black. The good old days some call it. Different from today to be sure.
These days we are tuned in, plugged in, and online day and night. Convenient, I suppose. Intrusive, definitely. But I have to say, I feel fortunate for my youth and the 20th century survival skills I learned. Next power outage I’ll be here if you need me. I know stuff! 😄
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
Today’s glimmer? A lovely new pope as of yesterday. While I am no longer a practicing Catholic, I do appreciate the character attributes that Leo XIV brings to this broken world. I think they picked a good one!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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