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day 156-157-158…a few more glimmers on the fly

meanwhile in California

for a brief window
inside a bubble of joy
we celebrated the creation
of a new family, rejoicing
in the “I do’s”, we danced,
and we ate cake, embraced
by family bonds of love

meanwhile,
just down the mountain
in the shadow of love
the aspirations of hate
unfolded on brutal display
in the name of law and order -
beautiful families targeted,
laws broken, not by the people,
but by an unlawful government
that seeks to erase anything
“other”, to assuage the fragile
ego of a deeply flawed, little man

it did not go unnoticed by me
as I watched people peacefully
assembling to say “no more”,
“not in our name”, not in my name
two worlds, a fault line divided,
love, joy, peace vs. hate, cruelty, fear
i was there when it happened,
and now I am home declaring
I will always choose love
I will always side with truth
and justice…true justice

it was a beautiful brief bubble
a wedding, family, celebration
but bubbles burst and
when they do, we wake up
may we remember
love prevails
love will always prevail

~kat

✨✨💚✨✨Wedding weekend commences!✨✨💚💚✨✨




We danced!
We ate cake!
…finally back home I am all the more determined to advocate for love…in our much troubled world ✨✨💚💚✨✨

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you always choose love…and kindness!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 150

the trees know best

a storm
most certainly
is coming
the rushing wind
the darkening skies
the undersides
of tree leaves showing
air thick and wet
growing wetter
grab an umbrella
maybe a sweater
the weather man said
sunny weather
but I have something
even better…nature
always lets me know
and the trees…
they told me so

~kat

I am on the mend. As much as I love living in the middle of the woods, I am highly allergic. As am I to cats, I have three. I may even be allergic to laundry though I force myself to do it regularly enough…and even better, to actually fold and put it away. They have medication for all of these things (well maybe not for laundry), which I take so that can tolerate the closeness of these things I love, the trees and cats. And I suppose clothes too, as I am a bit shy when it comes to being naked in public! it’s not a pretty sight I assure you! Consider it my gift to humanity that I keep private what’s meant to be kept! 

Tolerance is a willful thing isn’t it? We choose to be tolerant. We make concessions for those things that press us to tolerate them. It worries me that humanity is being pressured more and more to tolerate things that used to be non-negotiable in a civil society. Things like cruelty, lies, hate, lawlessness, bullying, intimidation, bigotry, misogyny…goodness that’s a long list (there is likely more…I know there’s more and much of it not good 😟).

I have made concessions to live peacefully with my dander and pollen laden loves. Tolerance is a choice after all. I need to remind myself that I do not need to tolerate anything that is the opposite of love and that it is perfectly fine for me to say so, even if it’s scary. Maybe my saying it might even help someone else feel a little less afraid to say it too.

anyhow…it’s gonna rain soon. The trees told me so. I love them even if they do make me sneeze!

much love, peace, and glimmers to you. And remember, you get to choose. When given the chance I hope you choose love!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
(today’s glimmer? Why, the underside of tree leaves of course. They are dazzling even if it does mean a storm is coming!)


day 20 … a tiny glimmer

Not gonna lie. Today is going to be a dark day for many of us. Sometimes we find glimmers deep inside. It’s worth guarding. To all keepers of the embers of hope, love, peace, justice…we are one. Hold onto the light so that others may find their way out of this present darkness. Peace, love and glimmers to you.

And in the words of a great man whose life we commemorate today…

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”

~Martin Luther King, Jr.

frozen over

I was there
the day hell
froze over
when demons raided
our hallowed halls
to crown their king
laughing
in the face
of liberty
her torch
extinguished
by the tears
of our mothers
as decades
were blotted out
by a sharpie scribble
when the halls of justice
usurped by profiteers
sold their souls
and ours
to the highest bidder
filling their pockets
with coins of bit
someday
if my children’s
children’s, children
should wonder
please tell them
I was there that day
face bitter to the wind
guarding the embers
of faith, hope, and love
in my soul
in my dna
that they might
one day
find a spark
in their heart
to lead them back
to the light

~kat - 20 January 2025

loving…and little deaths

loving…and little deaths

it’s occurred to me
that I have been dying
my entire life, little by little
teardrop by teardrop
heart-stop by heart-stop
as every love cut short
nips a piece of me and
carries it like a souvenir
over the rainbow to summer land,
to heaven, to Valhalla, leaving me
to stop the bleeding, to heal
to move on until the next assault
of grief comes wielding a sickle
slicing bits of me, it’s a crash course
in letting go, you know,
preparing me, I suppose…
and when my time comes to shed
this beleaguered flesh
my soul will surely be bejeweled
with pieces of you and you and you…
if I’ve loved you and you me,
I’m afraid it’s inevitable…so
I’m apologizing in advance,
for contributing to your own
collection of tiny deaths,
if I should be the first to leave…
forgive me
for snatching a bit of your light
to keep me in the dark unknown
imagine me in the mist
beyond the veil, bedazzled
with pieces of you and you and you
on some starry starry night
we’ll dance around the moon

~kat

Rest in Peace, Thelonious Myles – May 31, 2024 ~ We loved you for two years…not long enough for you or us, but at least you knew you were loved. ❤️


Landay – Day 5

speaking of love…

Do not kiss me only with your mouth
but with your voice, breath, eyes; love me fully, leave no doubt.

My love knows me well, every cell
what I like, what I don’t, things true lovers never tell.

-kat

Landay – The Landay is the poetic form of Afghan women. The poem is 22 syllables long and contains 2 lines. 9 syllables in the first and 11 in the second. Subjects can include, but are not limited to, war, separation, homeland, grief, or love.

Pronunciation/Etymology. In Pashto, “landay (LAND-ee)” means “short, poisonous snake,” likely an allusion to its minimal length and use of sarcasm. Landays (or landai) often criticize traditions and gender roles.