Sometimes the bravest, most courageous thing you can do is to simply be present. There is immense power packed in a pause, in several long, deep breaths. It’s healing, rejuvenating, centering.
I know, if you’re paying attention, you are likely exhausted by the never – ending barrage of bad news. I know. I feel it too. But if you don’t manage to eke out a moment for you today, I’m inviting you right now. Stop what you’re doing. Light a candle if you have one. And take a deep breath in, slowly exhale, and repeat…as many times as you need to remember who you are. BTW, you’re pretty amazing. It’s true.
Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you. I lit a candle for you. It’s your glimmer and a moment…presence…from me to you.
I am a patience person. But having the capacity for patience can wear thin when the waiting drags on; when a particular scenario repeats itself, over and over with the expectation of different outcome. I am of the opinion that no good thing can come out of the unholy meeting happening in Alaska. We’ve seen this show before when Trump was out-witted by this war criminal in the first term. This time, portends a similar endgame. It felt surreal to watch a smug dictator basking in the red carpet welcome afforded him. Trump was clearly out of his league then and he is woefully naive of who he’s dealing with now.
I hope I’m wrong. Hanging in the balance are lives and the sovereign autonomy of a democratic nation. Hanging in the balance is the coveted Nobel Peace Prize, which is the primary concern of our hapless president. I only have so much patience for the grotesque theatrics being played out.
So, it’s lovely to have my little African Violet plant rewarding me for weeks of loving care with clusters of buds and 2-1/2 beautiful purple blooms. It was a practice in patience waiting for that first flower. But once it bloomed I was less vigilant for more. The buds were there. That’s all I needed to know. They would bloom too, just as the first one had.
So there is still hope that these men will come out of their meeting with a glimmer of the prospect of peace…just a glimmer would be good. Then maybe the world can breathe.
I’m growing weary of bad news. But I am still hopeful. Much love and glimmers of peace to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Poetry Form: the Piku 3/1/4 (a form that combines the first three digits of pi and the three line example of the haiku).
‘twas nothing personal, you lied it was your right to choose a side but that’s the problem, don’t you see your choice, your win, affected me ‘cause we don’t live in normal times our future teeters on the line and freedom is a fragile thing a president is not a king you cast a witless, selfish vote informed by lies, disdain for woke I thought I knew you, I was wrong you chide me now to get along it saddens me, I feel betrayed the price is high, this choice you made I can’t agree to disagree there’s nothing to discuss you see I must now work to set things right I’d hoped you’d join this holy fight already there is hell to pay the world will know the truth one day and you will too, one day you’ll see that no one wins if all aren’t free
~kat
Since this all started just a few weeks ago, something has been brewing in me. Deep disappointment in family and friends who voted for the chaos we’re now experiencing are gloating now…cheering on the cruelty, delighting in owning the libs. I tried to tell them things would be bad. They dismissed me as a sore loser. But even I am floored by how bad things have gotten in such a short time with no check in place and no end in sight. My wife and I are shoring up for what might be coming. Gathering our important papers, planning a consult with an attorney to shore up our partnership should this government cancel our marriage of 25 years, 17 of them semi legal on …off..the on again legal. We’ve experienced the hostility that comes from good ‘Christian’ folks who consider it a sin to serve us in restaurants or to treat us with compassionate care in hospital emergency rooms. I’m trying to keep my wits about me. Preparing for the worst hoping for the best. We just want to live out our last years in peace.
But as I said, the fact that people I know and love voted for this has troubled me. This may not be a typical glimmer, but writing is a healing release for me. Putting the words down in a poem lifted a weight off of me and in a small way gives me strength to press on. I share it here because I have learned that I am often not the only one feeling these emotions. And so I’m reaching out to you, if you’re feeling it too, to let you know you are not alone.
Peace, love, and glimmers to you.
~kat
P.S. You are not alone. In case you needed one last reminder.
you can do better you can be kind to others but start with yourself
~kat
I took a moment for me today. It’s not something I do regularly or easily. With responsibilities and work taking up most of my time, moments are rare. Today was super busy, not to mention how crazy the world is. But I took a moment. I stood outside and gazed at the stars in the sky and breathed a sigh. Sometimes we need to be intentional, creating our own glimmers, with a little help from the cosmos. From stars that most likely no longer exist but for a remnant of flickering light. Shining, dare I say, glimmering just for me and my moment.
to dance in the rain cool droplets bursting on skin pools lapping our feet drawing us deep into the one we call mother…we call home
come dance in the rain drenched in heaven, head to toe blood of stone rising familiar scent of the earth calling us…calling us home
dancing in the rain our feet cool and tingling letting go at last like autumn leaves twirling ‘round ashes, ashes, falling down
~kat
In case you’re wondering…yes I did. I did dance in the rain this morning. Yes, I got drenched. It was glorious! Peace to you this weekend. Praying for peace. 🕊️
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