As I was wrapping up my day job I noticed that the trees outside my eastern-facing window were a lovely warm color. This usually means another spectacular sunset! Needless to say, as soon as I shut down my computer I grabbed my phone and headed outside to capture a photo of the western horizon. In that moment nothing mattered but the sky, how beautiful it was, and breathing. I realized that I did not do a good job of breathing through the day, sidelined by this stressor or that.
Skies like this are fleeting. It only takes a few minutes for the sun to slip lower on the horizon and the peak sunset display to fade. Tonight was a good night. I didn’t miss it. I needed to lose myself in its splendor. And to remember that silly rhyme…”red sky at night, sailor’s delight…” It was like the universe was saying to me, though the dark night is coming, so is the dawn, clear and bright!” I needed that.
to dazzle the gullible…look here look there tomorrow we’ll assess the damage through one year’s portal into the next not forgetting the past, but hoping for redress to help me forget the world before insanity invaded
~kat
Welp…so much for the brief reprieve from the madness of 2025. A new year. A clean slate. The full wolf supermoon shone bright on Saturday night and then all hell broke loose over Venezuela hours before dawn. Not because of drugs (DT has recently pardoned a convicted drug lord), and not for regime change (since our government saw fit to leave a corrupt government in place, only ousting its top leader).
In our country our president cannot be held accountable by our courts…but the president of Venezuela sure as hell can. Especially when there is a stockpile of oil involved. Ah yes. There it is. Oil. And a weakened corrupt government kept in place that DT believes he can manipulate. “Comply or pay an even higher price than your president,” he warned. It’s incomprehensible and a clear sign that the nightmare continues. Not to mention, his previous targets are now battening down the hatches. Who will be next? Cuba, Panama, Mexico, Canada, or Greenland?
Meanwhile, DT continues to swell and bruise, have regular MRI’s, all perfect of course…and cognitive tests…his staff simply ignoring him when he dozes off mid-meeting with national leaders on camera as if no one will notice. Oh…and remember Epstein and his gazillion files that keep falling out of the nooks and crannies of our “justice department”. There’s that. So sorry world! While I did not vote for this madness, I am at a loss as to how to stop it.
Despite all this “news”, nothing is really new. It’s more of the same. People are figuring it out though, as they struggle to make ends meet and scramble to figure out if they can afford healthcare, while the rich get richer.
I refuse to give up. I refuse to lose hope. I have a voice and a heart that knows how to express kindness and compassion. We need kindness more than ever. We knew it was going to be a bumpy ride a year ago. It has been and is.
The sun was a beautiful sight this morning. Bright and warm and proof that the night only lasts for a short time before dawn breaks through the darkness. Let each dawn warm your heart to overflowing and remind you to be kind. We made it through year one. We can do this again…together.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of hope to you!
~kat
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Morning on the Bramlett Mountain Foothills
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.
nostalgia . should not be looking back on this first full moon, scent of winter in the air calling me home to simpler times potatoes boiling bread baking mom singing softly her hands elbow deep in the sink soapy bubbles popping, dishes cleaned when life felt normal before insanity invaded our safe place taking her o’er the edge
~kat
Sheesh! Where did that come from. This is not the nostalgic offering that one expects in answer to today’s prompt. Ask me about my parents and I will jokingly say that they were both crazy. Each ended their life in their own special way. My father chose a quick and untidy end, my mother, a slower, miserable succumbing to addiction.
It’s a legacy I have spent years, and hours of therapy, working to overcome. My family’s propensity for mental illness is something that has terrified me and driven me my entire life. I am not ashamed to admit that I am medicated. My daily dose of “happy pills” (antidepressants) keeps me from the abyss. I suppose I am grateful to have been born a generation later than my parents when things like depression and other mental ills were unspeakable weaknesses. Fortunately for me they are recognized treatable chemical imbalances. I’m sad my parents did not have access treatment once upon a time that is so commonplace and acceptable today.
Nevertheless, today’s prompt stirred a sweet memory for me. Remembering when things felt normal. There were glimmers amidst the darkness. There are always glimmers.
Today’s glimmer on this first full moon of 2026…a steaming cup of espresso with frothy sweet cream (brewed in a new espresso machine recently gifted to us from my oldest daughter). The perfect accompaniment to an overcast gray day. A chance to reflect on how blessed I am and consider this new year and the potential it brings.
we made it . dawn of the new year bright with potential not forgetting the past, but hoping for redress of wrongs committed by cruel hate-mongers… a new path forged by what is true, compassionate, kind-hearted… where everyone is safe, fed, and loved, it’s not much to ask it’s just right
~kat
A glimmer to inspire you on this first day of 2026. Remember that poor little neglected plant I found in the garage a few days ago? This is “Harriett” on the first day of the new year. (Yes, I decided to name her). She is seizing the day.
winter deer . oh to hold the pure gaze of a winter doe ancient faerie soul, hooves in this world as well as beyond the veil messenger of grace heavenly guide, symbol of hope, rebirth, and gentleness… deep, dark eyes that invite you to trust your heart and intuition through one year’s portal into the next may beauty and hope sustain you
~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmers and the happiest and most hope-filled new year to you! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
(Syllable count per line based on this pi number sequence: 3.14159265358979323)
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