anything tranquility amidst the storm when you wake up in a cloud, a pea-soupy shroud, thinking out loud… where fences are for leaning while talking about life and the weather…
the audacious preach virtue in ignorant bliss
it’s not luxury
~kat
A gentle reminder…take care of yourself. That seems to have been the theme of this past week. Even though things have been a little crazy these days, the best thing you can do is remember to take time for yourself. As the last line in the ReVerse says…it’s not a luxury.
I leave you today with photos of a doe and her twin fawns. They are perfect and she is an exceptional mother. This is your moment to take a few moments to breathe.
a ReVerse…heatwaves, oppression, and revolutionary kindness
earth barely breathing… the rising mist that smells of musk feels like hot breath on your skin, I am already dreaming the fiddler plays in the rain as they pull the plug on a dying nation’s life support prayers of souls, woke, cling to hope for the dawn but it’s too late, the deed is done it takes some effort, you know, to hate Each of us is called to stand, to show the world we care compassionate acts touch hard hearts one by one sometimes reality is too great a burden to bear
~kat
When I look back over the past few weeks as recorded by each day’s poetry, thoughts, and glimmers, it is no surprise that I needed a pause to rest; to assess, to realign my priorities, and most of all to recharge. It’s been a rough time for many. It can be hard to hope and easy to feel as if resistance is futile (as the saying goes).
They…yes they…unfortunately, we are in an us and them reality now, and they would like us to believe its over. They would like us give up. They want to turn us against each other by spreading lies and by turning up the gaslighting.
But we did not come this far with our souls intact to concede defeat now. Revolution comes at a price and requires unflinching commitment and courage. We can’t all take to the streets, but we can all be kind. We can’t all rush to the front lines, but we can help a neighbor, or a stranger. Even the simplest thing…a smile with intentional eye contact…a nod, can change someone’s world for a moment. I have witnessed it firsthand. The moment when a tiny spark ignites in someone’s eyes when they realize that you see them and they realize they are not alone.
So let us all recharge our batteries in whatever way we need to. And let this revolution commence, one spark of kindness, compassion, and glimmers of light at a time. We are all weary, but we are not alone. We have each other.
Much love, peace and glimmers of light to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.
trust is a powerful thing to extinguish the darkness destruction in its wake | survival of the richest secrets haunt their keepers reality has swung the sickle chaotic precisely because it scares me some gave their all flower petals and shallow roots… roses in the air sadly, out of tune morning in the foothills…full of grace and the trees…
~kat
As we start a new month it is fitting to glean the previous month’s offerings and select a line from each to develop today’s ReVerse Poem. May was a whirlwind! Things on the world stage are out of sorts with norms. Dealing with it requires more and more of us.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a review of the past several weeks.
mother of my mother may the fates grant me a few more years the pillars on the hill are toppling, tumbling to the ground you ask what…and I ask why i wake up to the sun at dawn underneath the juniper trees a splash of summer I don’t need pennies for my thoughts… death himself leaned in, posthaste… this moment will be over soon i hear it was here cold and dreary…it’s grey there is no middle ground on which to stand it’s raining helicopters and jets It’s exactly as we planned may she rest in pieces it’s not normal how normal things seem, a day lost, never to be recovered they know where I live I saw kids playing ball, people I smiled intentionally it’s not junk if love were a tree until the truth is impossible to know it’s not as bad as you say it is people who say they love us, choose them we don’t miss what we don’t know destroying democracy is not enough celebrate love and the dead what you see is what you get instead, join me in the bliss come to fetch me… as our souls begin to spill out, just in time to watch the sun rise…
~kat
Wow! What a grand poetry month is was! And what glimmers to boot! And here we are at the end 100 days of madness…1,361 days to go. It may as well be forever…it may just be forever. But for the glimmers, and community, and spring’s greening embracing us, the constancy of the seasons and kindness. There is kindness.
I will continue my 365 day journey of glimmers and poetry. These 30 days were a nice detour, forcing me to focus my usual random thoughts and musing to align with prompts. It’s been a good moth of words. May we always finds the words to say what needs to be said.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you…and speaking of…the blackberry bushes are blooming! Enjoy!
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it here as a summary review of this year’s poetry month.
we see the smoke billowing, blotting out the sky liberty mourns for her children death moans lazily it was great for a while there once was an old gal who rarely got sick forced me to choose, I chose | to speak truth to power overwhelming to bear in my little world call her what you will winter is lingering a dawn visitation nature sings her song of spring you cannot break us, not today
~kat
Interesting, challenging times we’re living in. It’s a time when writing this blog, and especially chronicling the truth of what is happening in my country feels like a bold act of resistance. These days other, more vulnerable people (due to their citizenship status) are randomly singled out by masked vigilantes (I don’t believe for a minute that these people are actual legally deputized law enforcement) and disappeared from sight to god knows where with no due process or recourse. It gives me pause. It should give all of us pause. In a matter of roughly 2 months the America I knew has been given over to criminals armed with the power to dismantle checks and balances, safety nets and systems, as they set the stage to coronate as dictator king, a felonious, serial predator, and liar who seeks to colonize and rule the western continents alongside his comrade with like motivations in the east.
I keep asking myself if I’m overreacting as ignorant, maga lemmings chide me that it’s not that bad, certainly not as bad as when “other” democratic leaders flanked the helm. It’s madness…or maybe I’m just mad, as in insane, but also as in angry as hell and incensed by it all.
So…I’m still here, and will continue use my voice, chronicling what it feels like to experience the end of a democracy. When this year began I determined, for my own sanity that I needed to deal with the fear and angst I was feeling. I found a life-changing article about glimmers. As a refresh…
Glimmers are small moments of joy or peace that arise from appreciating simple things like the colors of a rainbow, the scent of a flower, or the sound of the rain.
Glimmers and triggers are opposites in that glimmers spark positive feelings while triggers spark negative ones.
The practice of noticing and appreciating glimmers can cue your nervous system to relax and have a positive effect on your mental health.
To increase the odds of noticing glimmers, spend time in places that nourish you, connect with people you enjoy, limit screen time, and practice mindfulness.
Read more about glimmers and how they came to be here. Apparently the concept has taken off everywhere. I had no idea at the time I was joining a movement by focusing my little blog on sharing my glimmers with you. (Glimmers in the air…or the water perhaps? 😉) But here we are, and so it is…and most importantly, so it will continue. I have found that I cannot live without them.
Tomorrow we head into national/global poetry month. My daily focus will remain “glimmers” with the added inspiration from daily prompts. Rest assured I plan to keep the glimmers coming. And I hope you too to take up this practice. We need glimmers now more than ever.
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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