TGIF
It’s Friday
Nine to five ends now
time to breath
~kat
Sometimes it really is the little things that matter most. Like today. It’s Friday, it’s payday…TGIF…I had several fellow employees repeat this sentiment to me throughout the day. We’re all hanging by a thread it seems. But little glimmers of this truth remind me that there is still so much to be grateful for. Grateful.…and celebrating the small stuff. No sweat!
Peace, Love and TGIF Glimmers to you. Let the breathing commence!
~kat
a good rain
beautiful cool rain
drenching earth where seedlings rest
anarchy at bay
~kat
I love a good rain. The sound of it on my metal roof. The occasional lightening flash. The rumble of thunder. This morning gave us a good rain. Cool, cleansing, the air fragrant, smelling of wet soil and green. It was enough to help me forget, even if only for a moment, the chaos happening in the world. I needed a reason to celebrate today.
We had a really good rain this morning. Spring is just around the corner. Nights are getting shorter, days are growing longer! Wow!!! I carried this joyful feeling with me as the day grew heavy. It helped to remember normal in moments of overwhelm.
You may not be a fan of rain. But there is likely something that brightens your mood and lightens your step. Pay attention. Make a mental note when those glimmers grab you, and tuck that feeling in your pocket to keep you throughout the day. More than ever we need to celebrate every good thing and tiny victory. It’s a win-win especially when you feel like an underdog.
Peace, Love, and Glimmers to You. Did I happen to mention this morning’s rain storm to you? Ohhh… it was glorious! 😊
~kat
nothing personal
‘twas nothing personal, you lied
it was your right to choose a side
but that’s the problem, don’t you see
your choice, your win, affected me
‘cause we don’t live in normal times
our future teeters on the line
and freedom is a fragile thing
a president is not a king
you cast a witless, selfish vote
informed by lies, disdain for woke
I thought I knew you, I was wrong
you chide me now to get along
it saddens me, I feel betrayed
the price is high, this choice you made
I can’t agree to disagree
there’s nothing to discuss you see
I must now work to set things right
I’d hoped you’d join this holy fight
already there is hell to pay
the world will know the truth one day
and you will too, one day you’ll see
that no one wins if all aren’t free
~kat
Since this all started just a few weeks ago, something has been brewing in me. Deep disappointment in family and friends who voted for the chaos we’re now experiencing are gloating now…cheering on the cruelty, delighting in owning the libs. I tried to tell them things would be bad. They dismissed me as a sore loser. But even I am floored by how bad things have gotten in such a short time with no check in place and no end in sight. My wife and I are shoring up for what might be coming. Gathering our important papers, planning a consult with an attorney to shore up our partnership should this government cancel our marriage of 25 years, 17 of them semi legal on …off..the on again legal. We’ve experienced the hostility that comes from good ‘Christian’ folks who consider it a sin to serve us in restaurants or to treat us with compassionate care in hospital emergency rooms. I’m trying to keep my wits about me. Preparing for the worst hoping for the best. We just want to live out our last years in peace.
But as I said, the fact that people I know and love voted for this has troubled me. This may not be a typical glimmer, but writing is a healing release for me. Putting the words down in a poem lifted a weight off of me and in a small way gives me strength to press on. I share it here because I have learned that I am often not the only one feeling these emotions. And so I’m reaching out to you, if you’re feeling it too, to let you know you are not alone.
Peace, love, and glimmers to you.
~kat
P.S. You are not alone. In case you needed one last reminder.
Honestly, I have no words. I’m sorry world. America has gone mad. But there were glimmers still. A friend sent me the text above late last night. I saw it this morning. It meant a lot when I read it…and even more as this day has progressed.
Today’s message…be a glimmer for someone. Reach out. You never know how a simple hello can change a person’s day.
Peace, Love, and keep on glimmering.
~kat
sorry, not sorry
disobedience
offering sweet corn to deer
hell frozen over
desperate for safety
they come with nothing, but hope
disobedience
compassion knows no boundaries
defying abject cruelty
~kat
Well, it’s official. Here in the US our resident winter weather oracle, the great and powerful Punxsutawney Phil, groundhog extraordinaire, saw his shadow this very morning at Gobbler’s Knob in Pennsylvania, declaring for all that there will be six more weeks of winter. I’m kinda over it, but hey Phil said it so it must be true.
Wish we had a similar forecaster who could tell us what to expect regarding the state of our society…oh wait…we do. When his handlers let him out of his secure bunker, lured into daylight by a double quarter pounder with cheese, he tells us exactly what to expect…and then does it, or at least tries to. Silly, sad wannabe. We just have to pay attention. if it means being awake, or woke as the kids say. Welp I don’t know about you but I’m thinking out loud here…this is NO TIME to sleep.
I confess, I am a criminal…I toss handfuls of corn for the deer on my property. It’s fucking freezing out there. There is barely anything left to forage for, and now Phil tells us we have six more weeks of this shit. I’m not opposed to civil disobedience when it comes to being a decent COMPASSIONATE HUMAN BEING!!! But I digress. Suffice to say I am not sleeping through the next four years of winter…did I say four years…I meant to say FOUR YEARS!!! Let this be my personal glimmer to you, for anyone who needs to know. I am a safe place. (You know what to do.)
Peace, love and fucking glimmers to you. Sorry, not sorry, about the colorful language…words have power. We need to be loud, obnoxious and unapologetically out, upfront, and in the face of injustice and hate. This is not a dress rehearsal. Shits got real.
~ unapologetically kat
Today’s poetry form is the HAINKA. Learn more about it HERE.
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