i woke up at dawn so to see the sun rising as if, just for me but even when I sleep in the sun fills the sky with light
~kat
Just sharing a thought that crossed my mind recently in my quest for glimmers. Glimmers are best when they are unexpected, and especially when they touch us, but not because they are presenting themselves to us personally. Such vanity…such hubris! Glimmers do what they do. They are best when we take the time and stop to notice their light and goodness.
The sun rising each day, the way a cool breeze feels on bare skin, the sound of birdsong, the sweet smell of ground-soaked rain…these wonders do not exist for me alone. I am learning as I pause to reflect on these daily glimmers that the gift of gratefulness is a powerful grace that feeds my soul in these moments. I am learning to be less expectant, more present, and more delighted by that grace as I learn to shed my self-centered tendencies as I embrace the world unfolding obliviously around me. Not just for me. But a precious gift that is life for us all!
Dumpty Trumpty from atop his fake wall declared to world “I’m the greatest of all you must bow before me and kiss my fat ass swear allegiance to me to gain what you ask but all for a price, you know nothing comes free and keeping you poor just means more for me so a tax for your thoughts, your hopes, your dreams away with the truth, nothing is what it seems though it may appear that we’re all on the brink I’ll tell you what you need to fear and to think It’s time to rewrite all of history’s facts with a sharpie in hand rename points on the map dispose of the words and the people I hate they’ll have to pay dearly to enter the gate democracy’s great if you know who to pay we’ll take all your treasure then turn you away America first, not the south part or north and only the red in the middle have worth!” yes, Dumpty’s a terror to all living things but if you look close, Putin’s pulling his strings.
~kat
Occasionally I just need to rant. I suppose I could scream at the top of my lungs in traffic or a crowded store. But I wouldn’t advise that sort of outburst. I do have an alternative…writing a saucy, satirical poem.
So that’s my glimmer for today. If the current state of the world has you feeling concerned, I hope it brings a smile to you. And if not, well, I’m sorry…not sorry.. I hope you’re offended. My favorite new greeting is “I hope you have the day you voted for!”
Peace (I really do wish you peace), love, and glimmers to you…glimmers of joy or glimmers of reality…whatever floats your boat.
nobody noticed when the dust settled drifting into nooks and cracks coating shelves and knickknacks nobody noticed when everything slowly faded under a dull gray hue
we have forgotten we are stardust and light we are bone and sinew blood and flesh infused with the eternal spirit of love living, breathing beacons with potential for goodness
nobody noticed as we languished under the ash heaps of history repeating we have forgotten what we are made of we have forgotten who we are...
~kat
This one ruminated for a while in my head, eking out in pieces…I needed to sleep in it to bring it to the page. The glimmer for day 64…remember, remember who you are. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are less than…
This past weekend’s project…a few loaves of bread. My favorite parts of the process? Watching the yeast activate in warm, sugar-sweetened water…and kneading soft, warm dough…it’s not something you rush through. Good bread takes time and effort, but it is so worth it. When I’m in need of a glimmer…when I feel stressed or overwhelmed, I bake!
you say i’m overreacting …
Obviously, over half of us are losers. Victory was never in the cards for us. Everyone knows the truth now. Remember when Republicans were respectable? End of an era…it’s the end of all endings. America is on the brink. Can you see it? Why can’t you see it? Tell me when things are great again. It’s not going to happen, not for us Only for the rich…and the soulless Not that it matters…lies comfort you more than the truth
~kat
A little back story on today’s poem. I had a disturbing conversation with someone close to me recently. Someone who voted for Trump. I know several people who lean that way. They think what’s happening is great…it’s about time someone shakes things up. It’s obvious they get their news from this administration’s reliable unreliable sources and the sycophants who spin and regurgitate the lies that keep half of this country afraid and angry. It’s that…or they just don’t watch the news. Once, every four years, they come out in their red, white, and blue attire on Election Day…cast a vote for the person who entertained them the most. And then go back to living their happy little lives while the rest of us burn in the hell’s wrath that they’ve unleashed with a flippant stroke of a pen. There’s really no talking to them. All I can hope for…and it makes me feel like a horrible person for thinking it, is that when the pain and suffering comes knocking at their door…as it will (I don’t know any billionaires), that they get a belly full of what they voted for, thinking it would only affect other people. It’s a horrible way to think, but sometimes people need to hit bottom before they can begin to heal.
There are a few things I can commit to when that day comes. I’m not heartless…I’m a bleeding heart liberal who wants peace, justice, fairness, and freedom for everyone, for goodness’ sake! But I am bracing myself, and intent on finding redemption for thinking what I’ve thought. To that end, I won’t say, I refuse to say, “I told you so.” But I will be there for them, to console their profound disillusionment, to lift them from the shame they might feel for having been duped by a vile con artist. I will love them, even as I do now, even though we believe very differently about how the world should work. It’s the very least I can do. I promise to keep a light shining. To be a safe place. I’ve been preparing my whole life for this. Compassion and empathy are often forged in the fire of hardship and adversity. Yep I can do this. I am here for such a time as this.
Peace, love, and glimmers of light to you.
~kat
Today’s Poetry Form: The Acrostic
An acrostic is a poem or other word composition in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each new line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word, message or the alphabet.
an attempted murder, two crows in a tree waiting for peanuts, provided by me ‘til a party of jays came to spoil their buffet it’s a murder now, two crows are three
~kat
I love my crows. There are two regulars that visit me in the morning. They call for me if I’m not outside. It’s peanuts they crave. I have a station set up for them far from the feeders that I reserve for the smaller birds…the finches, wrens, phoebes, starlings, cardinals, nuthatches, juncos, and tits. The crows used to intimidate my smaller guests so it seemed like a good compromise. And for a time the crows loved this arrangement and were happy to leave my community feeders alone. That is until the Blue Jays discovered the peanut station. Now mornings consist of alternating dive bombs to the tray. My faithful duo of crows call for backup. Just one more makes them a formidable murder…sometimes there are more. The jays are obnoxious and fast, but the crows are fierce. Eventually the jays disburse and the crows enjoy their morning treat.
There is an obnoxious party of jays looking to take what is not theirs from the crows. But there is a fine tipping point when a pair of crows becomes a formidable opposition. We need to remember we are not alone…we have each other and when we band together those seeking to overtake us cannot win. Today’s glimmer…find the others and stand together.
Peace, love, and glimmers to you. You’re not alone…together we win.
Occasionally we have an uncommon visitor to the feeders. This is a beautiful Red-Bellied Woodpecker.
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