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day 376

First Ballet Lesson.
rights of passage

she
doesn’t know the world’s
burning
everything is pink
her innocence intact, fiercely protected by her loving parents
all parents
hope as much for their children
it’s why they come here
promised by Liberty
that the pursuit of happiness
could be theirs too, once upon a time
when tutus, bunny-eared hats, and Spider-Man backpacks
were protected rights of passage for all

~kat

5-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos was abducted by ICE from his school in Minnesota. He was used as bait to lure his father outside where he was taken into custody. Liam and his father are now at a Texas ICE facility. His father had applied for asylum at the border, and has no criminal record according to their immigration attorney. He was doing all the right things like immigrants from centuries past have done to become a citizen.


Today’s poem is a tale of two young children. One, my great granddaughter at her first ballet lesson. The other, young Liam, whose only crime is the color of his skin and his country of origin. Both of these angels are glimmers. Both deserving of love, compassion, happiness, opportunity, safety, and respect. I pray everyday for the children. For every single one.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

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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 63 – game on

Good morning! I may come up with a poem later today, but for now I just had to share this morning’s glimmer to you. If you’ve been following me, you know that I have a faithful duo (an attempted murder, if you will 😉) of crows who call for me and wait for me to give them peanuts. Recently, a third crow has joined them, but only after I have presented the peanuts. Drama ultimately ensues, as the blue jays descend to steal the peanuts, but the crows hold their ground.

This morning, THREE crows perched in their watching tree…and not pictured above a fourth called from a distance (the neighbor’s yard) to them.

You know I love a good analogy…and I so needed a glimmer this morning as our president has imposed unreasonable tariffs on our neighbors to the north and south, cut off all aid to our ally, Ukraine, as he openly aligns with Russia, stopping all sanctions, all while continuing to dismantle our government causing undue harm to our people. He will no doubt be boasting about his self-perceived prowess over the the world in his address to Congress tonight. It makes me feel sick. This morning, I believe the universe sent me just the encouragement I needed to face the day.

The jays won’t win the peanut wars, because the crows are organizing, growing in number. Even neighboring crows are adding their voice to the scene. There has been a shift. I know to some my take on this might seem odd, even wishful thinking. But it has encouraged me so much this morning. We have a murder folks…IYKYK

Peace, Love, and Glimmers to you! Whatever new horrors might unfold today, the crows are organizing!

~kat


day 37

a good rain

beautiful cool rain
drenching earth where seedlings rest
anarchy at bay

~kat

I love a good rain. The sound of it on my metal roof. The occasional lightening flash. The rumble of thunder. This morning gave us a good rain. Cool, cleansing, the air fragrant, smelling of wet soil and green. It was enough to help me forget, even if only for a moment, the chaos happening in the world. I needed a reason to celebrate today.

We had a really good rain this morning. Spring is just around the corner. Nights are getting shorter, days are growing longer! Wow!!! I carried this joyful feeling with me as the day grew heavy. It helped to remember normal in moments of overwhelm. 

You may not be a fan of rain. But there is likely something that brightens your mood and lightens your step. Pay attention. Make a mental note when those glimmers grab you, and tuck that feeling in your pocket to keep you throughout the day. More than ever we need to celebrate every good thing and tiny victory. It’s a win-win especially when you feel like an underdog. 

Peace, Love, and Glimmers to You. Did I happen to mention this morning’s rain storm to you? Ohhh… it was glorious! 😊

~kat


day 30…still processing

barely a glimmer 

it was a good day
yesterday
from blue sky sunlit dawn
to gentle dusk
a productive day of work
lovely breaks for tea
it was a good day until
innocent souls fell from the sky
a horrible accident
a newly coronated president
looking to lay blame for tragedy
on his watch, it was on his watch
blame on his predecessors
on the beautiful diversity
that makes us strong, not weak
it was a good day
in my small patch of earth
and I cling to the goodness
to be found in simple truths
in the rising sun, in bird song
in the satisfaction
of work well done
in a cup of tea
sweetened by cream
long cold, now bitter
my heart breaking
for us all

~kat

This is yesterday’s poetic offering. Sometimes a poem comes to me in swift sequence and sometimes, like yesterday, it takes me all day to sort out my thoughts. Yesterday was one of those days. I started to write in the morning, and added to it during breaks…I admit I was exhausted as yesterday came to a close. And so today you shall see will see two offerings of glimmers as we close out January 2025.

As awful as yesterday was, there were glimmers…tiny, momentary, but glimmers all the same. I cling to these detours from the madness. I cling to the small sparks of hope that they illuminate. Sometimes all we have is a window of light amidst a storm to remind us that the sun is still there in the sky. 

Peace, love, kindness, hope, and glimmers to you. Go gently my friends. Be especially gentle with yourself.

~kat