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!
nostalgia . should not be looking back on this first full moon, scent of winter in the air calling me home to simpler times potatoes boiling bread baking mom singing softly her hands elbow deep in the sink soapy bubbles popping, dishes cleaned when life felt normal before insanity invaded our safe place taking her o’er the edge
~kat
Sheesh! Where did that come from. This is not the nostalgic offering that one expects in answer to today’s prompt. Ask me about my parents and I will jokingly say that they were both crazy. Each ended their life in their own special way. My father chose a quick and untidy end, my mother, a slower, miserable succumbing to addiction.
It’s a legacy I have spent years, and hours of therapy, working to overcome. My family’s propensity for mental illness is something that has terrified me and driven me my entire life. I am not ashamed to admit that I am medicated. My daily dose of “happy pills” (antidepressants) keeps me from the abyss. I suppose I am grateful to have been born a generation later than my parents when things like depression and other mental ills were unspeakable weaknesses. Fortunately for me they are recognized treatable chemical imbalances. I’m sad my parents did not have access treatment once upon a time that is so commonplace and acceptable today.
Nevertheless, today’s prompt stirred a sweet memory for me. Remembering when things felt normal. There were glimmers amidst the darkness. There are always glimmers.
Today’s glimmer on this first full moon of 2026…a steaming cup of espresso with frothy sweet cream (brewed in a new espresso machine recently gifted to us from my oldest daughter). The perfect accompaniment to an overcast gray day. A chance to reflect on how blessed I am and consider this new year and the potential it brings.
turning the sky gray stops me from spinning not listening here…silence is bliss scent of roses infusing the air the simplest kind acts today’s not that day trying to find memories blotting out the sky names written in dust night wanes bit by bit so remember this moment the light grows a bit brighter happy with no guarantee of freedom we’ll make it through the coming year
~kat
This time of year always calls for retrospection. A look back at the past year with all its ups and downs and crazy twists and turns is a lot to digest one would think. But all I can think about are the glimmers along the way. There were so many. 351 and counting. Just 14 days to a full year of glimmers.
They say if you do something for more than 30 days, it becomes a habit. Well, I would say it has become more than a habit…this quest for glimmers…it has become an obsession! And what a beautiful obsession it is.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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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.
and then, just like that the light grows a bit brighter putting dusk on pause
~kat
When I was much younger there was always a certain magic in the air during the holidays. I still feel it. My heart memories remind me what time of year it is. Yes! The sun is getting brighter day by day.
Another glimmer….Gabby ~ a close up view. She always makes me smile.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you! however you may celebrate during this time of year…may it be happy.
cut flowers . in winter whisper sweet nothings to my soul scent of roses infusing the air a gift to brighten cold gray days stirring gratefulness for friendship and new memories
~kat
I had a surprise delivery today. It was a holiday gift from my boss. A beautiful bouquet of cut flowers. It truly brightened my day. Made me feel appreciated and seen. Not even the rain could dampen my spirits. The fragrance of roses, carnations, lily of the valley, sweet pea, and daisies filled my room with sweetness. Of course it is today’s glimmer.
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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