I know I’ve been away for a few days. I needed to take a break. My heart in broken for our nation. And I wonder, how can anyone still support the horrible leaders of this country. What scares me most is that people still do… ____________________
drowning in gaslight
I cannot look away, my senses assaulted by murders captured on cell phones blasted as evidence to the world, targeted death by hate and retribution, forced to witness souls released from battered, tear-gassed bodies…
“don’t believe your eyes”, they say, “we’re here to save you from terrorists”
from babies and five-year olds in blue bunny-ear hats and Spider-Man backpacks harboring fathers legally here, granted asylum, baby boys used as bait, for abduction to oblivion
in case you didn’t know, they now say terrorists are poets, gentle mothers, beloved partners, kind souls who sparkle…
terrorists are helpers, icu nurses serving veterans, who exercise rights once considered established by our forefathers whose last act on earth was kindness helping a woman, pushed down and tear-gassed then ripped from aiding her, and shot dead
I do not feel safer with these so-called terrorists eliminated, nor from the disappearing of children, of innocent neighbors singled out because of who someone perceives them to be…
no one is safe when evil rewrites and repeats history
we are drowning in gaslight, teargas and blood…and we must not look away
let us call out the true terrorists by name reclaiming the inheritance of the meek in kindness, compassion, love, and truth
It was a daunting challenge. Find glimmers and write about it for 365 days. There were a few days missed to the business of life, but I pressed on. My goal 365 posts, even if it dipped into the new year. Which it did. And then last week as I was nearing the end of the challenge, I realized that I would be finishing today…1/11 which falls in 2026…”1” numerically speaking…and it just so happens that my birthdate adds up to the master number of 11. There are a lot of 11’s in this scenario…and trust me when I tell you I did not plan this! But needless to say 11 has always been a special number to me.
What a serendipitous denouement to a glittering year…one that tested our hearts, souls, patience and resolve in ways we never imagined. But here we are. Armed with the assurance that we made it. May we continue to press on with kindness, compassion, and truth.
I thought it would be appropriate to end this year in a ReVerse taking a line from each month from one of the poems that got the most “likes” for that month. In essence I am letting you all help me write the last ReVerse poem of this past year…
365 days of glimmers
vengeance in the wind touches my heart and soul deeply days feel longer deceived, a blink, a nod, and evil wins the quiet murmur will not deny that we exist there is a whisper of light piercing through the stained glass a time to harvest…to let go strong, full of life, in the light of the sun to dream dreams
~kat
We did it together! Made it through a crazy year and lived to tell. I love how this ReVerse started with trepidation but ended on a high note! Thank you my friends for helping me craft the perfect look back over the past 365 days. 😊
Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you. So many glimmers. May the coming year be one of serendipitous moments and continued glimmers to keep you!
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
Mr. Bean, age 24 years, hates getting photographed. He ruffles his feathers and hides when I pull out my phone. Smart boy!
long in tooth . gray thinning hair, smile lines, soft belly, pale skin the mirror tells a morbid story one foot in the grave, clock ticking but my soul knows no age she twinkles from my clear blue eyes that girl with big dreams, still reaching, taking up space like she owns the place… she’s earned it, every inch
~kat (poem inspired by pi sequence syllable count: 3.1415926535897)
I tried to take a break from the news today. It has gone from bad to worse. And it never stops! I am outraged by recent events as the truth breaks through the lies. I plan to stay the course. To use my voice. And on that note, I caught a few seconds of Gabby singing the song of her tribe. In this world of liars, be a Gabby, pure, fearless, and brave as only a tiny little pint of a dog can be.
Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you!
~kat
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Gabby…Call of the Wild (with Mr. Bean egging her on in the background!)
One more glimmer…you know you need it! Tonight’s beautiful, beautiful sky. As I gaze at the stars I imagine you, dear reader, looking at those same stars. Here’s looking at YOU! 💚😊💚
it’s not safe . but fight the urge to hide… that is what they want to terrify us into silence please don’t stop fighting for the truth there is such a thing even if they say truth is dead
~kat
It would be so easy to hide away in my house in the foothills. The world has become a scary place. But I am sure that is exactly what DT and his minions want….to terrify us in order to silence us all into submission.
As tempting as it is, I know that I need to resist the urge to hide from the world. This world needs each one of us to shine the light of kindness, compassion, and truth. We need each other now more than ever.
Fear is what got us here. We can do better. Never forget.
~kat
(Another Pi sequence inspired poem using the following syllable count: 3.1415926535)
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!
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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