If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
a billboard . THIS! whatever the HELL this IS…NOT NORMAL! (hoping for an intervention…please) thank you
~kat (using pi digits 3.141592 to help me with this prompt response)
Humor often helps in the most serious of times. Today we remember a day most Americans will never forget. Five years ago DT called his band of thugs to Washington and after stirring them into a frenzy sent them to the capital to interrupt the peaceful validation of the election of Biden as the next president. We all saw it. We watched in horror as an angry mob desecrated the grounds, and called for the execution of the vice president and madam speaker of the house. They went so far as to erect gallows and mow down law enforcement officers who tried to stop them with flagpoles, and other makeshift weapons.
Over the years the republicans would like us to believe that this was a peaceful demonstration…their constituents merely touring the capital. But no amount of doctored, rewritten history will change what we all witnessed. Five years later Trump is back in office, angry, vengeful, unstoppable in his determination to amass as much power and riches for himself…that is, as much as the congress and the courts will let him steal. At this point they’ve invited him into the vault and told him to clean it out. The people of this country be damned. The presidency is a means to an end for him and his ilk. It appears we are heading into another year of chaos worst than the first.
On another note…one of our mystery snails crossed over to the other side…but not before leaving a cluster of eggs to help keep our aquarium clean. I found it on the bottom of the tank the other morning, quickly intervened and set up a make-shift hatchery following instructions from YouTube. Whatever did we do before the internet?! Fingers crossed a few of them survive. Our tank like the White House is full of shit that needs cleaning up! What a timely glimmer. Nature truly does take care of its own!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! And baby snails. Lots of them we hope!
As I was wrapping up my day job I noticed that the trees outside my eastern-facing window were a lovely warm color. This usually means another spectacular sunset! Needless to say, as soon as I shut down my computer I grabbed my phone and headed outside to capture a photo of the western horizon. In that moment nothing mattered but the sky, how beautiful it was, and breathing. I realized that I did not do a good job of breathing through the day, sidelined by this stressor or that.
Skies like this are fleeting. It only takes a few minutes for the sun to slip lower on the horizon and the peak sunset display to fade. Tonight was a good night. I didn’t miss it. I needed to lose myself in its splendor. And to remember that silly rhyme…”red sky at night, sailor’s delight…” It was like the universe was saying to me, though the dark night is coming, so is the dawn, clear and bright!” I needed that.
we made it . dawn of the new year bright with potential not forgetting the past, but hoping for redress of wrongs committed by cruel hate-mongers… a new path forged by what is true, compassionate, kind-hearted… where everyone is safe, fed, and loved, it’s not much to ask it’s just right
~kat
A glimmer to inspire you on this first day of 2026. Remember that poor little neglected plant I found in the garage a few days ago? This is “Harriett” on the first day of the new year. (Yes, I decided to name her). She is seizing the day.
winter deer . oh to hold the pure gaze of a winter doe ancient faerie soul, hooves in this world as well as beyond the veil messenger of grace heavenly guide, symbol of hope, rebirth, and gentleness… deep, dark eyes that invite you to trust your heart and intuition through one year’s portal into the next may beauty and hope sustain you
~kat
Much love, peace, and glimmers and the happiest and most hope-filled new year to you! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
(Syllable count per line based on this pi number sequence: 3.14159265358979323)
promises . they tell colorful lies using sleight of hand to dazzle the gullible…look here look there where the gaslight flashes dulling blind eyes who fear darkness looming from others of diminished humanity… follow us, they say, you’re not like them we promise to protect you it’s going to be great…the greatest they followed, poor fools, to their death
~kat
(Syllable count based on this pi sequence: 3.14159265358979323)
I don’t know any other way to deal with the erosion of the freedom and liberty, but to write about it. Sometimes in cryptic poetry, sometimes here where I spill my thoughts, the stories behind the poems. And finally to share a glimmer or two to help us hold on to the light. It often feels futile. But I also know that writing and celebrating glimmers has sustained me this far. As I prepare for year two of this nightmare…I have to believe it is enough to do what I can do. If we all contributed our little efforts, imagine what we could accomplish!
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! Remember to be kind.
~kat
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And now for today’s glimmer…it’s a good one. I was cleaning out the garage and discovered a pot of dry crusty soil with these determined vibrant hyacinth clusters bursting through the cracks in the dirt. Dry as a bone I was astonished to see that they were so vibrant and green, and oh so fragrant! If that doesn’t inspire you to keep going, to reach for the light, then I don’t k ow what will. Of course I intervened…resettled the dust soil around them, nestled them in and gave them a good watering. They are now in a wonderful spot under our inside grow lamp. I can’t wait to see what they become with a little TLC! So I’ll just leave this here for 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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