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!
the air feels cool against my skin could this be autumn, finally here not yet I know, but oh, I take it in the air feels cool against my skin it’s just the breeze, fall will begin in due time as it does each year the air feels cool against my skin could this be autumn, finally here
~kat
I am slowing down these days. I tell myself it is the heat of summer. But the truth is I am getting older. Early to bed…early to rise…more often than not a nap in between. I feel it in my bones. It seems no matter what I try…more exercise, supplements, the latest, greatest remedies that promise to restore the energy of youth…it all eventually proves to be the snake oil that it is. I’m getting older. Just as summer is ending soon, I am adjusting slowly to the shift in the seasons of my life.
Autumn brings with it a gentle letting go, it’s true, but it also ushers in the harvest! A time to celebrate the fruits of a vibrant spring and summer. I have so much to celebrate and to savor. Children grown with children of their own and children of my children’s children now too! Longtime friends, and new ones too. A home in the woods to spend the rest of my days. Words, so many words, some that rhyme and some that dance, and music and paintings, the legacy I’ll leave behind. Kind, loving, compassionate, fair…the things I tried to be. I’m not planning an exit from this life just yet…but oh what a romp it has been so far. Perhaps slowing down is just the thing I need to realize how far I’ve come, and time to take it all in.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! Sometimes the brightest glimmers come in knowing.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s poetry form…the Triolet
triolet:
A (first line) B (second line) a (rhymes with first line) A (repeat first line) a (rhymes with first line) b (rhymes with second line) A (repeat first line) B (repeat second line)
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 ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
petals of purple violet, in name only the great imposter
~kat
The Saintpaulia Ionantha
Today’s glimmer and an exposé of sorts is a photo of my happy, blooming African Violet plant. It’s been a few months since I brought this leafy green plant home with not even a bud or hint of flowers. I fed it. Watered it from beneath, taking care that no water touched its tender leaves, and gave it daily indirect sunlight. You may remember when I shared the first buds…and then the first bloom. Now there are several clusters of buds and several beautiful flowers. It makes me so happy to see it thriving, and blooming!
But I am afraid I have some disturbing news to share. 😳 I looked up African violets online to learn more.
Brace yourself… you may want to sit down when I tell you that my lovely, perfect African violets are not violets at all. They are the great imposter plants discovered in East Africa, Tanzania. Their true name is saintpaulia ionantha to honor Baron Walter von Saint Paul-Illaire (1860-1910), who collected the first African violets. It is interesting to note that while they are a popular indoor plant, they are quite rare in the wild, some varieties considered extinct.
So now you know the truth. It’s still one of my favorite houseplants. To me it will always be an African violet, but now I have a new mission. To grow and keep my beautiful green friend healthy and happy. My tiny contribution to the survival of the saintpaulia ionantha.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
And one more glimmer. A group of turkeys have taken up resting in the shade of the Catawba tree in the front yard. I was able to snap a photo of them today! ✨✨✨🦃🦃🦃✨✨✨
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! ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨
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