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. ✨🌿💚🌿✨
it was a reasonable goal, when I was young, naive enough to trust the promises of politicians who, by the way, never keep promises…pay into the machine, they explained, in fact, we’ll help you…we’ll pass a law to nab it (I mean deduct it) from your hard-earned, blood, sweat and tears, wages…skim it right off the top, so you don’t even miss it, for safekeeping, in a special fund (unless of course we need it for, say, millionaire bailouts, those poor, rich misers who long to be billionaires…just a bit…you won’t even notice…and we’ll raise the age, people are living longer, healthier, these days you know…to balance the books, add a sliding scale to incentivize you to work and pay longer into the slush… I mean security fund…potāto…tomăto… just wait until you’re 65…66…66 and 4-5-6 months or more…or if you’re feeling immortal, retire at 70…72 in a few years more to maximize your return…it’s just a few years…it’s a gamble…what a deal… you live long enough…they’re betting you won’t, and actually have a plan for that too, cancel accessible, affordable healthcare…but I digress…it was a reasonable goal when I was young and naive…as 70 fast approaches, this year in fact, I suppose I made it, beat the odds, will finally claim the ultimate reward, that big payout, except I won’t be retiring any time soon…I can’t afford to do that…thank goodness I still have a job and enough of my wits to work it
~kat
Na|GloPoWrMo 2026 Day 25 Prompt: Today’s challenge asks you to write your own poem in which you use at least three metaphors for a single thing, include an exclamation, ruminate on the definition of a word, and come back in the closing line to the image or idea with which you opened the poem.
I’m calling today’s glimmer “mission accomplished!” There is a certain satisfaction in accomplishing a task without any leftover parts! Our resident plecostomus has outgrown our meager 30 gallon fish tank…perfectly fine for tetras and snails, but totally inadequate for a monster, prehistoric looking ground feeder. We decided to gift our wine cabinet buffet hutch to a young couple we know…we don’t even drink wine!!! What were we thinking when we thought we needed that piece of furniture in our dining room…pass a shot of good bourbon on the rocks if you please! 😉 I ordered a rush tank cabinet and it arrived this week. Managed to dolly it up to the back porch and set to the task of piecing it together…let’s just say I am an expert with an allen wrench, the go-to tool for all furniture kits from China! A short three hours later, I had completed the project! It is beautiful, sturdy, and will make a nice addition to our dining area…and I can’t wait to introduce our pleco to his new digs! There are sure to be more photos to come!!!
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.
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.
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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