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day 238

traveling

here in the rustbelt
the air smells industrial
no hint of sweetness

~kat

Well…we’re traveling this weekend. The vegetation in Virginia where we live has a distinct sweet scent to it that is noticeable when traveling long distances state to state. We  are hundreds of miles from home in the “rust belt”. It has been interesting to notice that the air in Ohio where we are currently smells different…there is an industrial metallic tinge in the air.  Chicago, where I grew up, has its own scent…

Just because the air is less fragrant I still managed to find a glimmer. A leaf from a nearby cottonwood tree. It’s in one of my favorite shapes…a beautiful heart! 

Much love, peace and glimmers wherever you find yourself! 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Ohio Cottonwood Tree Leaf ~ kat


day 232

babies at the helm

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 ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

And Mr Bean…just because. 🥰



day 231

by any other name

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! ✨✨✨🦃🦃🦃✨✨✨


day 229

late summer

there’s a stillness
a quiet resignation
as summer fades

the trees slump
in the August heat
a few surrendering
to the inevitable
shades of sage,
amber, crimson…

leaves break free
first to dance
with the wind

first fruits
of autumn’s harvest

first to return
to Gaia’s embrace

~kat

The leaves of this red maple tree at the edge of the woods have always turned well before autumn becomes official. No deep frost needed…no cool temperatures. It may even be a bit earlier this year than last year. I’ve been watching it transition in late summer since it was a sapling. The first year I was worried, but as the years have passed and the tree has grown taller, I have come to expect it.

I decided to research this to find out why. I discovered that this has been happening all over. There are various reasons given. Depends on who you ask. Some say it is excessive heat, some say draught. Some say too much rain. And some simply blame it on global warming.

I also discovered a fascinating fact about red maples in general. Their gender can be a very fluid thing. Some are primarily male, some are female, some are primarily one or the other with a few flowers of the other gender on the same tree. And then there are those trees that that shift from one gender to another. Polygamodioecious hermaphrodite trees…imagine that!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚✨✨✨


day 228

What is a word you feel that too many people use?

Taking a dive into one of word press’s prompt questions (shown above)…

sorry

sorry to admit
that i say that I’m sorry
for saying sorry…
it’s a reflexive response
that makes me invisible

so sorry…
sorry…I’m sorry
how sorry

~kat

It’s been a Monday. I could not stomach watching the news and commentaries regarding the bizarre events of the day. The news itself wasn’t what sickened me as much as the way that commentators attempted to treat everything as if it is normal. Providing detailed summations and analysis as if anything that was declared from the Oval Office could or should be taken seriously. I’m waiting for someone in the press corps to tell it like it is…that everyone is terrified of angering the toddler in chief and more importantly that he is in way over his head and doesn’t have a clue. The emperor has no clothes! You can only spin things so much before you get twisted up in the tangled web you’ve woven.

Anyhow…I listened enough to get the basic gist of what happened. It’s embarrassing. The fact that I didn’t vote for this chaos only makes it worse to watch. But I’m past the wish it had turned out differently, I told you so, angry at how stupid people are stage. It’s all of our reality now. It’s not easy being woke.

After all that I need a glimmer… how about you? I received my great granddaughter’s official portraits. Now, I am sensitive to protect the anonymity of my young family members, but I think these snippets might qualify to give you a spark of joy. Babies are hope bundled in blankets. All things good. May we salvage and restore enough of the mess we’ve made to leave something for our children to work with when we’re gone!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨