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I keep jars full of wishes and Mr grumpy rock on my window sill over my kitchen sink…to keep me grounded.
a bit of a much needed rant…

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confessions
(declarations)
of a bleeding heart,
(of a compassionate)
lib-tard,
(open-minded)
progressive,
(hopeful)
socialistic,
(inclusive)
antifa commie,
(revolutionary)
snowflake,
(caring)
terrorist,
(patriot)
lesbian,
(living my truth)
trans-loving
(celebrating diversity)
piggy…
(eye roll…sticks and stones…you know the bit)

sorry…

not
sorry

that is all

that
is
all

~kat

I’m so over it…all of it. The lies, the hate, the destruction, the cruelty. I wrote this poem days ago. I suppose I needed to get it out of my head so I can focus on what matters. I’m still figuring out what that is. But at least for now I have glimmers to distract me from the chaos and the utter hopelessness I feel at needing to stop this insanity from destroying us all…and not knowing how to do that. I do hope you are safe and healthy, surrounded by the love of family and friends, and if that is the most I can hope for, then for now it is enough. It has to be enough to hold on to hope.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat

This is a downy thornapple. Fruit of the moon plant in my garden. It is full of seeds, so I read. Weeks ago this moon plant almost looked like it was not going to make it, leaves drooping, scorched by the hot sun, we kept it watered and hoped this little plant and its sister would survive…
They have both gained a foot in every direction…even in this heat. If that is not hope, I don’t know what hope is. And partly as well because we tended to them…there is certainly a lesson there. To tend to what is struggling to help it reach its full potential. I’m going to chew on that for a while. What good things need tending…? It’s a start.

another sunset

at dusk

the sun knows how
to leave a day
wild, in color, and fierce
bright tendrils of light
streaming through trees
only to be swallowed
by the night

~kat
and the lesson here is…go down fighting…never give up.

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...it's why we come here
promised by Liberty
that the pursuit of happiness
could be ours 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