What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
not gonna brag…but…
words are meaningless
so instead of telling me
show me who you are
~kat
It’s been a while since I took a snapshot of my little African Violet. She’s doing well in the window facing morning sun. And she is the perfect example for my little poem in response to today’s prompt. She doesn’t need to brag about blooming. She just blooms.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A few thoughts on flowering violets
from one bloom,
two.
soon buds will burst
patience is
key
with violets
purple pops
‘midst
leaves, velvet green
watched pots don’t
bloom
nor do they boil
and changing gears, this is happening as I write…
deals for dictators
dictators
meet
to make deals
the people
hope
to be heeded
destruction
looms
in the fine print
~kat
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).
another too long day of chores lost to daylight…but always, there at least a moment for a glimmer. Isn’t she magnificent!
violets
blooming where planted
potted plants are not still life
bursting with secrets
~kat
The lady at the counter could see that I was a reluctant gardener. If she only knew how many lush plants I had ushered home to die. Maybe she figured that out as she looked at me with kindness, a slight tilt of her head while eyeing my selected purchase…”don’t you want one of the plants with flowers already blooming?”
The shelves of her market store were loaded with thriving, blooming specimens, bursting with purple, blue and pink blooms. Clearly, she had a knack for keeping violets.
“No, I like the green, healthy look of this one.” More than anything I wanted to prove to myself that I could master this. To feed and water and nurture something so delicate that it might one day reward me with flowers.
She seemed to know what I was thinking. As if on cue she started to list all the things a new violet parent must do to raise a thriving, happy plant. “Never let water touch the leaves, you know… (I didn’t), place your plant in a dish with water and feed it. Never spray its leaves with mist (I had wilted many a leaves in my shaded history with this practice). And give it sunlight.”
I thanked her for such good advice and left the shop with a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe this time I can pull it off. At least for now having a green living thing inside my home, will bring me joy every day…and it did.
Weeks passed and my little plant grew fuller and greener. Thankfully my cats left it alone. There was no hint of flowering but I told myself that having a living thriving plant was enough. Secretly I wondered if I should have taken the shop lady’s advice and picked out an already blooming specimen. I wondered if having a beautiful green plant was enough after all my concerted effort to do it right this time.
Just when I had made peace with my beautiful, simple, thriving green plant, and the idea that I was okay with it being flowerless, it happened! I noticed a cluster of buds hidden under the leaves.
There are so many lessons to be gleaned from this little exercise in hope, faith, persistence, kindness, and love, but I’ll leave that to you to surmise.
Much love, peace, hope, joy, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Oh…and one more thing about this late next day post…I have decided to stop feeling remorse for falling asleep, failing to finish a post before the stroke of midnight. I promised myself 365 days of glimmers and 365 days it will be even if a few spill into the next day or year by a day or two. We are likely to need glimmers then, perhaps even more, if things keep moving in the direction of the past 7 months. The important thing is that we take a moment to discover them. Peace out my peeps!
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