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day 187

just a glimmer
is all that it takes
to spark hope

~kat
(a Lune Poem 3/5/3 (syllables or word 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.

~kat

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Day 66 ~ grace

hubris

i woke up at dawn
so to see the sun rising
as if, just for me
but even when I sleep in
the sun fills the sky with light

~kat

Just sharing a thought that crossed my mind recently in my quest for glimmers. Glimmers are best when they are unexpected, and especially when they touch us, but not because they are presenting themselves to us personally. Such vanity…such hubris! Glimmers do what they do. They are best when we take the time and stop to notice their light and goodness.

The sun rising each day, the way a cool breeze feels on bare skin, the sound of birdsong, the sweet smell of ground-soaked rain…these wonders do not exist for me alone. I am learning as I pause to reflect on these daily glimmers that the gift of gratefulness is a powerful grace that feeds my soul in these moments. I am learning to be less expectant, more present, and more delighted by that grace as I learn to shed my self-centered tendencies as I embrace the world unfolding obliviously around me. Not just for me. But a precious gift that is life for us all!

Peace, love, and simple glimmers to you.

~kat


the graces

the graces

time and once upon ago
Euphrosyne’s amber tresses flowed
on wisps of autumn’s frosted breath

dear Aglaia, the tall and slim
in elegance, slow danced with wind
cloud-kissed, her raiment golden flecked

and Thalia, sweet Thalia blushed bright
her supple shallow roots held tight
as fledglings flitted from their summer nests

yes time and once upon ago
from seed to sprout these beauties showed
resilience when the tempests raged
they met each season shift with grace
flowered, fruited, shed their seed
the most magnificent of trees
and lovely still, though worn with age
if they could speak what might they say?

embrace each season of this life
dwell on the good, let go the strife
time steals away before you know
so learn to bend when fierce winds blow
let your roots spread deep and wide
reach to heaven’s North Star guide
then soft surrender to the loam
leave not a trace, but grace, come home

~kat

weightless

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weightless

restaurants and movie theaters consider
me a senior, rewarding my longevity
with fifty cents or so, might as well be
two cents, though I don’t need yours
or anyone’s opinion these days when
everyone has one, clinging to it like
truth. opinion is not truth, that’s my
two cents. take it or leave it. but I digress,
back to my status, senior, elderly, of a
certain age, labels that feel odd considering
the forever greenness of my mind, of my
perception, clouded by smoke and mirrors
that taunt me, body softening, surrendering
to gravity, hair thinning, my gait pensive,
cautious, slowing, my eyes amplified by
thickening glass, I remember when I
considered sixty-four, ancient, one foot
in the grave, out of touch, out of time, silly
me when I was young, invincible, carefree,
I don’t feel invincible these days, but
I don’t fear the inevitable either, just
calm, a certain peace, and grace, oodles
of grace that surrounds me like a lazy
river weaving round and round with me
floating on top of the waves, gazing at
the tree tops, backlit by blue, that sway
overhead, though I’m soon to be plucked
from the current, I’m ready whenever,
but for now I’m breathing, the air is
sweet and my heart is full, so very full

~kat~


Monday Musings on this chilly Autumn day, just days from the U.S. celebration of Thanksgiving, which will be a bit different for many of us this year. Peace all.


grace enough

grace enough

there is grace
more than enough grace
to hold us
through the night
whether or not we believe
the dawn is coming

~kat


A Shadorma for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Synonyms Only Challenge – Prompt Words: Imagine/Believe & Gratitude/Grace.


Shadorma
• 6 lines per stanza
• Per-line syllabic pattern = 3 / 5 / 3 / 3 / 7 / 5
• No restrictions on number of stanzas
• No rhyme scheme or prohibitions against rhyme
• No restrictions on title length