tell me something anything that might convince me you have a soul…I don’t know you
~kat
One day I hope those who voted for what is happening in this country see the truth. Until then, I grieve for the people they were. I grieve for the people who are suffering. I grieve for what our nation could have been if not for a madman at the top with an army of cruel followers intent on destroying all that is true and good and honorable.
I am so grateful for the beauty that surrounds me. For life emerging all around. For glimmers that give me hope that there is still goodness in the world. Today’s reminder came in the form of a tiny sprouting banana tree leaf. In one day’s time it grew from a nib to a sprout.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Fibonacci poetry was founded by Gregory K. Pincus last year as a 6-line poem that follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line.
there is a whisper of light survival is life just a glimmer…
ignorance, I won’t confuse you is hard to believe would they care? lunacy ensues
sunlight shimmering through trees when it’s our time we’ll fight to stay
~kat
I love today’s ReVerse poem! It perfectly encapsulates the past week that vividly reminded me how fragile and temporary this little life of ours is. So many incidents of loss in the midst of indescribable beauty and resilience was the theme of the week. The highs and the lows. The rollercoaster that is life where we are often holding on for dear life, trying not to lose our hats or our heads as the wind (and water) sweeps through us. Moments of quiet, of peace, of life going on, with barely enough time to look back, reminding me that the past and not even my assumptions about the future are as important as the present moment. The right here, right now, and the urgency of needing to breathe deeply as this moment settles my soul.
That was last week. Before I wish you well in the coming week, I invite you to pause with me for a moment. Take a deep breath…settle into your skin and feel your heart filling…and exhale slowly. The coming week is inevitable, but this moment is everything.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s glimmer…a photo of an African Violet plant I adopted yesterday. A bit of water and feeding and it has nearly doubled in size overnight. Isn’t it amazing what a little loving tenderness and care can do! ✨💚✨
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past week.
we are just a breath away the veil skims against our skin a cardinal sings nearby as if to say we are just a breath away when it’s our time we’ll fight to stay make the most of life ‘til then we are just a breath away the veil skims against our skin
seeing beauty
there is beauty all around everywhere our eyes can see wondrous signs of life and sounds there is beauty all around glimmers waiting to be found sunlight shimmering through trees there is beauty all around everywhere our eyes can see
~kat
We had another visitor to these woods. I’m thinking now that it wasn’t the full moon, but a mammal large enough to bend iron…very much like the last time, that had all the turkeys and birds and squirrels, and deer all freaked out. Both bird feeding stations were decimated, seed scattered on the ground. Some have speculated that it was a black bear. Not uncommon for this region. Typically though, they stay clear of populated areas.
I walked the property to see if I could find any prints or other markers to assess the species of our inhospitable guest, but the ground was too dry from the heat wave we’ve been having. As I rounded the corner I saw a tiny house wren fledgling perched on the edge of a water bowl. It hopped down but appeared to be injured. Fell out of a nest perhaps. I managed to scoop it up safely in a box and we took it to the wildlife rehab center.
On the way back home we found ourselves stranded in stopped traffic. Just ahead emergency crews were rescuing accident victims and tow vehicles loading what was left of the crushed vehicles that appeared to have collided head on at a curve in the road. We hope the victims all recover.
We never know when we wake up each morning whether that new day will be our last. It’s a sobering reminder to make the most of every moment that we are still living and breathing, and to be kind when opportunities invite us to intercede on behalf of another living soul. None of us are promised tomorrow.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you. I hope to see you tomorrow!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Poetry form: 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)
I’m honest to a fault. Truly. If I even tell a little white lie to spare someone’s feelings…things like, “what a beautiful baby!” or “No, that dress doesn’t make you look fat…” or “I don’t know who told that! Santa Claus IS real!” You get the gist. Even these little breaches keep me up at night, so I avoid being dishonest at all cost.
Which makes me wonder, when did the truth become treason and lies become gospel? It didn’t happen overnight. Slowly the liars among us repeated the lies and spread them like a virus. The most salacious ones get devoured by the masses looking for a way to fuel their outrage. Hate takes a lot of energy after all. Exposure to a constant barrage of lies day in, day out, desensitizes us to them. Talk about keeping us up all night! 😳
The one thing I cling to is truth. No one can take it from me or anyone else, for that matter. Truth is absolute. It’s not up for debate. It doesn’t require belief or opinion to validate it. It just is. And there is one thing i do know to be true beyond a shadow of doubt…there’s a whole lotta lying going on. I hope we can find our way back to honesty and integrity. A girl can hope!
Much love, peace, and glimmers of truth to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Today’s glimmer…a few photos of the twin fawns I mentioned several weeks ago. I wasn’t imagining them, hallucinating, or lying to you! Most definitely not that! 😊
Poetry form: the Lune. 3/5/3 in word count or syllable count.
I do not have a green thumb. Houseplants come to my home to die. Last summer we had nurtured a potted banana tree plant from a few feet tall to over four feet, with a huge dose of help from Mother Nature. The warm wet climate here loves plants and we were able to keep it outside in the garden where it thrived.
As temperatures started to dip close to freezing we brought the tree inside to winter until spring. After a month or so I noticed that a thin layer of mold had developed on the soil. The treatment we applied to eliminate the mold took our beautiful banana tree with along with the mold. By winter’s end it had withered to a lone stalk. By spring only a seemingly dead root ball remained. I moved the barren pot outside to the porch. Thinking we might plant another…lessons learned, hopefully we’d manage to survive winter next time.
To my surprise I began to notice several sprouts pushing up from around the base of the root ball. I gave it a lovely spot with plenty of afternoon sun and as you can see, my beleaguered banana tree is thriving (with even a few more baby sprouts emerging nearby.)
Every time I look at it, I feel a sense of hope. It seemed as if all was lost. I had killed it, I thought, due to my inexperience and aforementioned ungreen thumb. But it decided to give me another chance. And I am not taking this privilege lightly. It was grace that dared to trust me when I’ve failed in the past. I am grateful for the glimmer of hope this gives.
And in light of the current calamitous destruction we are witnessing in our world I am encouraged to hope. Even if all seems lost, may we be bestowed with a dose of grace; enough to feed our souls to rebuild and reclaim our lives after the dust has settled. Today’s glimmer is that four letter word that gives everything meaning and purpose…hope.
Much love, peace, and hope-infused glimmers to you.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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