let go what no longer serves you my dears maliciousness, otherness, greed, hate, fear let love, understanding, benevolence reign may reconciled differences heal every pain it’s time for the circus to pack and move on with its fire-breathing jugglers, jokers, and clowns they’re all an illusion, we see it quite clearly and they almost had us, thank goodness, just nearly, let’s take our cue from the trees and release It’s time we all entered a season of peace where the haves and have nots may equally share and there are no others, where justice is fair we all have the power to do what is right to drive out the darkness and welcome the light so join me, my dear ones, let go and be free claim the promise, the birthright of humanity
~kat and whatever you do…remember vote blue! Much Love, Peace, and Blue Glimmers to You 💙✨💙
Let’s start with the good stuff…glimmers of course! ✨🌿✨
great-granddaughter, Lilah Fields born 8/18/26blooms from a hydrangea rescued from the full sunFrankie teaching me to restfirst light through the garden windowunderneath the canopy of a twin hickory tree
late summer tutelage
Sometimes it takes a tempest, a tree-downing, blackout-inducing, earth saturating deluge, with a distinct possibility of flooding, especially in low-lying areas, to cool the unrelenting red hot wave of summer… cool mornings like this remind us the fall is coming with its ruddy blush, smoky cinnamon-laced lessons of letting go the wilted remnants of the past season under skies so cloudless, crystalline blue peering through a lattice of transparency so stark, it challenges us to believe that even we, after a brief slumber, may emerge anew with a clean slate, even we can shed what no longer serves us and begin again.
~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…the Fall is coming. ✨🌿💚🌿✨
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…
pin drop
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.
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.
So it is easier for you to find all the parts/chapters of my ongoing fiction series, I created a new page that lists all the links. You can check it out HERE!
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