Still feeling foul…but I wanted to leave you this glimmer. She’s a beauty isn’t she? ✨💚✨
much love, peace and gentle glimmers to you!
~kat
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day 146
late spring rain
some spring rains
are not warm, dazzling
translucent streams
backlit by the sun
gently quenching fragile
flower petals and shallow roots…
some spring rains
are angry tempests
downpours that drench
the sodden earth and
swell the creek beds with
wind-driven shards bearing
remnants of winter that
graze my skin before
settling deep into my bones…
some might say
the grass gets watered
either way, but there is
something to be said
for kinder, gentler deliveries
even if rain is rain is rain
~kat
As you might suspect, today is one of those chilly, rainy days that doesn’t quite know how to act in late spring! To add insult to injury our electricity went out for several hours. I was still able to work using batteries and WiFi hotspots, but a cup of good hot tea was not an option as I tapped away at my keyboard lit only by the gray, muted light streaming through the windows from outside. The lights eventually came back on but my mood by then had dulled. And yet, I found myself pausing at day’s end…feeling grateful that I was still able to work, that I had a roof over my head, that the lights came back on earlier than forecasted. I warmed myself some soup before sitting down to write.
It’s true rain is rain…even the bone-chilling kind. And as I sipped that savory liquid from my cup I was reminded warmth comes from within as the soup settled in my stomach then radiated out. I took a deep breath and smiled… and just like I realized that today’s glimmer appeared after all!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
day 144
finding joy
the nudge of my dog’s
cold, damp nose on my cheek
her tongue swirling
in my ear every morning
the horizon’s flush
at dawn and dusk
the sun burning through
the dark of night and back again
the soft animal sounds
that break the silence
cat purrs and puppy snores
safe, content, and loved
random acts of kindness
from strangers, but
even more, from loved ones
that remind you they care
floating in water, deep
enough to submerge my ears
lulled by the sounds of
life below the surface
eating the cake…trying
the new thing even
if it scares the crap out of me
precisely because it scares me
a cool breeze in autumn
the smell of wet earth
after a drenching rain
the hush of deep snow
coffee brewing when I wake up
breads or sweet, savory
things baking in the oven
popcorn at the theatre
the sweet scent of spirits
at a local familiar pub, old
favorites blaring on the jukebox,
rousing conversation, laughter
the smell of a newborn baby’s
head, that first smile, even
If it’s just gas, giggles…giggles
anything baby really…anything
firsts, and the memories of them
first step, first word, first friend
first day of school, first love
first job, first child, first home
one thing I have learned
over decades of living…
finding joy is intentional, often
a treasure hiding in plain sight
~kat
much love, joy, peace, and glimmers to you!
a look back at some of the 144 glimmers that have brought me joy this year.
day 143
moon daisies in the middle of nowhere
when
life
feels
chaotic
simple moon daisies
glimmer in ordered perfection
~kat
Yesterday…last week in general, was a particularly horrible week in the slow death of the US democracy. I am still trying to wrap my brain around all that happened recently, while trying to remember all the atrocities of previous weeks. We cannot let the magnitude of each new news cycle’s horribleness lead us to forget the past cries for justice. Sovereign nations are still being ravaged by aggressors, the disappeared amongst us are still missing, tariffs are destroying trade and world economies, women are still suffering and dying due to blocked access to healthcare, poor children are hungry, some dying, immigrant children are still being separated from their families, vulnerable populations are becoming invisible, history is being hidden and rewritten…all while cruelty is celebrated and the filthy rich are getting richer. I know it’s exhausting. I feel it in my bones as I imagine many of you do. But, we are many voices and while we may not be able to advocate for every single one of these issues we can choose one or maybe two that resonates deeply with our own heart and soul to pursue justice from our spineless government officials. Maybe if we are loud enough our voices will overcome the toxic bullying from the top and help them see that bowing to him only leads to more cruelty and destruction. One can hope.
On my morning walk I noticed a tiny glimmer in the distance. As I got closer I realized it was a pair of wild daisies blooming in the middle of nowhere. Just two. Perfectly formed. Upon closer inspection I felt immediate calm in my troubled heart as I gazed at the flowers’ center blossoms, tucked in tightly in a Fibonacci spiral. Nature always brings me back to my senses and reminds me that underneath all the chaos, there is still beautiful order to keep us. We just need to allow our troubled minds to see it. And so this morning I did. I will carry this picture in my mind today to help me breath when the world gets too ugly to bear.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. If you can’t seem to find your own, I am happy to mine with you🌻✨✨💚💚✨✨🌻
~kat
And of course the poem form for today had to be the Fib! A Fib poem is ‘a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 – the classic Fibonacci sequence.’ (You can also write a Fib poem using word count in sequence.)
day 142
now that the other shoe has dropped
are you surprised?
it felt so good to win
to own the libs,
back then, didn’t it?
to have every wild
conspiracy theory
you warned me about
validated by your guy…
your guy, who escaped
death, miraculously healed
only days after his brush
with a sharpshooter’s bullet,
with not even a scar
to boast about…I have to admit
it was quite a show
and now, five months in
reality has swung the sickle
your way…tariffs, government
services shuttered, rising costs,
mass layoffs, history wiped out,
innocent people disappearing
from the streets, rights revoked, retribution is the theme of the hour,
with access to the spoils of this coup reserved for the highest bidder…
cruel atrocities too numerous
to mention, but this is
what you voted for…right?
and so I wonder, are you surprised?
and if you are not, if you are not
even the least bit dismayed
by what is happening
to our beautiful country, then
I am surprised…
and pissed off…
but most of all, sad to think
I never really knew you
~kat
Gonna let today’s poem have the last word today. It’s been a rough week here in the USA. So sorry world.
But…thank goodness for glimmers. My little friend Mr Bean always makes me smile. I hope you too have a reason to smile today and every day.
Much love, peace, and daily glimmers to you!
~kat (and Mr Bean)
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