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.
I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do… ____________________
drowning in gaslight
I cannot look away, my senses assaulted by murders captured on cell phones blasted as evidence to the world, targeted death by hate and retribution, forced to witness souls released from battered, tear-gassed bodies…
“don’t believe your eyes”, they say, “we’re here to save you from terrorists”
from babies and five-year olds in blue bunny-ear hats and Spider-Man backpacks harboring fathers legally here, granted asylum, baby boys used as bait, for abduction to oblivion
in case you didn’t know, they now say terrorists are poets, gentle mothers, beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…
terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving veterans, who exercise rights once considered established by our forefathers whose last act on earth was kindness helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead
I do not feel safer with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of children, of innocent neighbors singled out because of who someone perceives them to be…
no one is safe when evil rewrites and repeats history
we are drowning in gaslight, teargas and blood…and we must not look away
let us call out the true terrorists by name reclaiming the inheritance of the meek in kindness, compassion, love, and truth
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.
What is something others do that sparks your admiration?
Truth Personified at Dawn ~ kat 2025
truth tellers
when telling the truth is revolutionary we should not whisper
~kat
It goes without saying…or maybe I need to say it out loud…truth is real, attainable, knowable, undeniable, verifiable by actual facts. Naysayers who say otherwise are lying. Which brings me to another, dare I say, truth, that should be obvious…but bears reminding…lies are not real.
Okay then…much love, peace, and glimmers to you…today’s sunrise was a true thing of beauty.
it’s over . no one is to blame but that’s up for debate as if debating was still a thing it’s not there’ll be no compromise just waiting for someone to blink
~kat
Well…the final blow has been dealt. The USA is closed for business. I suspect it was the plan all along. Shut it down. Finish the carnage started on day one. Send in the troops. Silence the opposition. Blame everyone not in charge. It’s stunning to witness. Like an out of body experience.
Our hickory tree got a much needed trim of lower, intrusive hanging limbs. At first it looked so strange. I wasn’t sure I’d ever warm to its new look…it’s tall, lean, trunk exposed beneath a lush canopy of green. And then dusk came, and I realized for the first time in years I had a clear view of the horizon. No longer blocked by wild low hanging branches. It will take some getting used to…this big change. But having a front row seat to autumn’s stunning sunsets will help me warm to the change. How I love sunsets in autumn!
I don’t know what will become of this broken country of ours…but maybe, if those of good will can manage to trim the low, intrusive branches, we might all eventually see the light, and the horizon where hope for the future and many tomorrows glows bright. What a glimmer! Hope for us all! May we all gain a clearer view in the coming dark days!
Much love, peace, and unobstructed glimmers of hope to you.
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