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!
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)
cool gray painted clouds illume her greenness tranquility amidst the storm
~kat
It is said that the color green symbolizes a myriad of lovely attributes. Among them, tranquility caught my attention. I have noticed when a storm is looming the darkening gray sky flips a switch on the earth below, and every shade of green glows greener. Even in the afterglow of a storm the earth takes on a brilliant tone of green.
Tranquility in the midst of a storm. It feels like mother nature is nudging me toward another lesson that I can emulate in my own life. When the storms of life come, if I remember my roots, who I am, and allow the light within to sustain me, I can weather anything. I came here to live life to the fullest. Anything less is like thunder with no rain during a heatwave.
Much love, peace, and glimmers of you…yes you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Fibonacci poetry was founded by Gregory K. Pincus last year as a 6-line poem that follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line.
tell me something anything that might convince me you have a soul…I don’t know you
~kat
One day I hope those who voted for what is happening in this country see the truth. Until then, I grieve for the people they were. I grieve for the people who are suffering. I grieve for what our nation could have been if not for a madman at the top with an army of cruel followers intent on destroying all that is true and good and honorable.
I am so grateful for the beauty that surrounds me. For life emerging all around. For glimmers that give me hope that there is still goodness in the world. Today’s reminder came in the form of a tiny sprouting banana tree leaf. In one day’s time it grew from a nib to a sprout.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Fibonacci poetry was founded by Gregory K. Pincus last year as a 6-line poem that follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line.
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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