full midsummer moon the first days of the harvest no reapers to sow
~kat
As summer winds down I think about farmers and wonder how they will manage after the recent ice raid’s have disappeared members of their workforce.
There may or may not be enough workers. There may or may not be varying tariff taxes pushing the prices we pay higher.
There may or may not be wars and while our fearless leader keeps the nuclear codes close.
The common element above is uncertainty. These things may or may not happen. And because of that, it makes no sense to worry about what might be. There are some things of course that are not uncertain.
For me, it’s a call to show kindness and compassion. To hold a place at our table for the marginalized and the outcast. We are not helpless and there is still reason to hope.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
And glimmers…there are always glimmers to be found. Tonight as the moon blooms into fullness, it matters not that the night act is overcast with clouds. The moon still illuminates the sky. It’s a beautiful night! Rest well my friends.
as ignorant blind fools sleep along the forest edge I went I refuse to blend into oblivion Obviously, it’s clear as swamp water done and kept anonymous potted plants are not still life
~kat
Well, this week’s ReVerse will make you think. I tell myself that I should not try too hard to make sense of it. After all, it’s just six lines lifted from the poems written over the past 6 days. Six lines.
To say ‘it’s been a week’ is a loaded statement for sure. It’s been months of unbelievably insane weeks. No need to wait for the left shoe to drop…it’s been raining left shoes.
That said, hope feels like a very brave thing to do. In those moments in between hopelessness I have glimmers to keep me. I hope you are able to embrace the glimmers in your life as well. Be assured you are not alone.
Much love and peace to you…and glimmers, especially glimmers!
another too long day of chores lost to daylight…but always, there at least a moment for a glimmer. Isn’t she magnificent!
violets
blooming where planted potted plants are not still life bursting with secrets
~kat
The lady at the counter could see that I was a reluctant gardener. If she only knew how many lush plants I had ushered home to die. Maybe she figured that out as she looked at me with kindness, a slight tilt of her head while eyeing my selected purchase…”don’t you want one of the plants with flowers already blooming?”
The shelves of her market store were loaded with thriving, blooming specimens, bursting with purple, blue and pink blooms. Clearly, she had a knack for keeping violets.
“No, I like the green, healthy look of this one.” More than anything I wanted to prove to myself that I could master this. To feed and water and nurture something so delicate that it might one day reward me with flowers.
She seemed to know what I was thinking. As if on cue she started to list all the things a new violet parent must do to raise a thriving, happy plant. “Never let water touch the leaves, you know… (I didn’t), place your plant in a dish with water and feed it. Never spray its leaves with mist (I had wilted many a leaves in my shaded history with this practice). And give it sunlight.”
I thanked her for such good advice and left the shop with a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe this time I can pull it off. At least for now having a green living thing inside my home, will bring me joy every day…and it did.
Weeks passed and my little plant grew fuller and greener. Thankfully my cats left it alone. There was no hint of flowering but I told myself that having a living thriving plant was enough. Secretly I wondered if I should have taken the shop lady’s advice and picked out an already blooming specimen. I wondered if having a beautiful green plant was enough after all my concerted effort to do it right this time.
Just when I had made peace with my beautiful, simple, thriving green plant, and the idea that I was okay with it being flowerless, it happened! I noticed a cluster of buds hidden under the leaves.
There are so many lessons to be gleaned from this little exercise in hope, faith, persistence, kindness, and love, but I’ll leave that to you to surmise.
Much love, peace, hope, joy, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Oh…and one more thing about this late next day post…I have decided to stop feeling remorse for falling asleep, failing to finish a post before the stroke of midnight. I promised myself 365 days of glimmers and 365 days it will be even if a few spill into the next day or year by a day or two. We are likely to need glimmers then, perhaps even more, if things keep moving in the direction of the past 7 months. The important thing is that we take a moment to discover them. Peace out my peeps!
its insanity death bit the apple again ‘cause monsters have rights to wield guns of war to assault and rape children to disappear others… deals with the devil by the vilest of the beasts buys them clemency or seats at the top no justice, no peace…victims pay with innocence a selfish nation loses its soul drip by drip on blood stained pages history repeats as ignorant blind fools sleep soundly, unaware
~kat
I ran out of day once again yesterday. I having a hard time managing the steady crushing pace of work, caretaking, and housekeeping that keeps me engaged mindlessly dawn to night fall. Even the pleasant hours of dusk escape me, robbing me of moments to sit, to rest, to write. There is too much to do in this world that is becoming too much to bear. So here I am. It’s tomorrow with an unfinished poem…two lines, maybe three was all I could manage before sleep overtook me.
There was another mass shooting…this time in New York…more thoughts and prayers of course. There is a monster who preyed on children who is trading secrets for a pardon from our president, who may consider granting it to protect his rich friends (including many suspect himself), who feasted at her table, and to make their ugly story go away. No mention. No justice for the victims. Tariff deals are being penned under the guise of making our country rich, where the fine print clearly states this will be fulfilled by emptying the pockets of we the people as prices rise exponentially. People are continuing to disappear. And children are starving. It’s insanity. On a bright note, at least I recognize that it is!
As promised to you and to myself, I managed the capture some glimmers along the way…yesterday. And so I share them here with you. To hopefully give us something good and lovely to dwell on. I’ll BRB with today’s Day 108!
A murder in flight!And a witness…who me? I’m just here for the nuts! All quiet on the western front…lawn!
As proof that you can find glimmers ANYWHERE…I present to you my creative furball heaving feline, Frankie’s latest late night creations. I may be losing it! 🤣🤣🤣 But you gotta admit it helps to be a bit loony in times like this.
Feline Furball Gallery by Frankie
Big Bird on a Bonsai Tree ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie
The Thin Man ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie
I hope you are inspired and amused by these amazing works of wretching art.
eye of the beholder
when the world turns dark glimmers of light may be found in absurdity
much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find a way to create lemonade from life’s lemons…or in my case discover the artistic talent of a simple house cat with a weak stomach…May glimmers of light and humor happen to you when you least expect it and when you need it most!
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