Flame War

 Hi world, 

So, over the last year or so, I've posted about social justice on social media. 

Almost every single post was commented on, torn apart by a group of old schoolmates. I don't take it anymore. I'm not longer a scared girl. I'm a tough broad now.

So, my point. I'm going to start posting these messages and some of the comments I've received. 

June 8

Facebook 

 

One year ago, I posted this.

A year later, Trump controls the White House. 

Trump control Congress and conservatives hold a majority on the Supreme Court.

The MAGA machine continues to thrive on fear, division, and hate.

But the American people are not standing still.

We are organizing. We are speaking out. We are showing up. We are fighting back.

Hope is stronger than fear, and none of us are alone.

The resistance is real.

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Comment

Jay Fizzy - I agree. This place is terrible. That’s why I’ve started a new campaign called Anywhere But Here. ABH guides people who desperately want to live in America to move to any country other than this one. This is to save them from the racist, fascist, capitalist evil empire that is the USA.  Sign up today to volunteer at the ABH where you can make a difference in so many people’s lives.

My Response 

Jay Fizzy Yikes. Are we still doing the "open borders" thing?

I think someone needs a reality check.

Pay attention now. This is important - If the borders were actually open, there wouldn't be border patrol, immigration courts, deportations, visas, or people waiting years to immigrate legally. Those things exist because the borders are not open.

That tells me you’re more interested in slogans than reality.

And the irony is priceless.

The people you voted for are in office. The country is being run by the people you chose. MAGA won. Trump won. You got exactly what you wanted.

Yet, instead of celebrating, you're still acting persecuted. Still angry. Still blaming everyone else. Still pretending you're some oppressed victim, All while defending your Supreme Leader.

Poor guy. 

At some point, the endless complaining starts to sound less like patriotism and more like a hobby.

Deep Thought

 This is just a design on paper craft, but what I see is the feeling of it: being surrounded by layers of green, where every leaf catches a slightly different light. It feels alive, the air is soft, and the world is full of small, little details that most people would walk right past.

My garden, my ponds, the pearl milkweed vine, the mistflower, the bees, the fireflies, the frogs, the little wild spaces I  intentionally left untouched. This is my world.

What strikes me is that when people look at something like this, they see “overgrown” and “unkempt.”

I see texture.  I see movement, life, and possibility.

 A patch of green  isn’t empty to me, it’s full of stories. A dragonfly landing on a rock. A toad hiding under leaves. A bee finding a flower. A firefly rising at dusk.

I call it, “deep beauty.”

When the air is soft and the world is still.

It's not beauty that’s loud or polished. It's Not perfect rows and trimmed hedges. Not lines of orderly plants. 

The kind of beauty that rewards paying attention.

The kind of beauty you only see when you stop long enough to notice it.

 And if I’m being honest, this picture reminds me of something, I've said before:

 I feel things intensely and notice things other people miss. 

This, right here? This looks less like a bunch of leaves and more like a glimpse of how I see the world - layered, alive, color and feeling. Interconnected. 

Full of wonder       

all while..  ..Hiding in plain sight. 🌿✨

- and I am unable to post my leafy greens and full of plants - picture. 

Weight if the world - Messages

Written at 1am 

May 24th 

 Hi, my name is Kerri. I just stumbled across your Instagram and Etsy tonight, and your work is honestly beautiful. I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up ordering one of your headpieces.

But the real reason I wanted to message you is because I understood exactly what you meant about “feeling too much.” You wrote a poem under the title of Elephant. 

That hit me hard. That’s me too.

I still remember the exact moment I shut that part of myself off. I was around 12, sitting in elementary school, and I realized feeling everything all at once was just too overwhelming. I felt the energy of every person around me. The sadness. The cruelty. The bullies. All of it. And after a while, I learned how to go quiet inside myself just to survive it.

I kept that feeling part of me buried for a long time. But a few weeks ago, I decided to let myself feel again instead of hiding from it. And honestly? It’s been lovely. Painful sometimes, but lovely too. Like waking back up after being numb for years.

I guess I’m writing you tonight because I wanted you to know you’re not alone in that feeling. There are people like us out here quietly carrying the weight of the world around with us.

I, her, she, be.

 To my sisters, my brothers, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents, mothers and fathers, and everyone in between,

I am writing this from a safe place in an unsafe world.

You and I may have never met. We may never meet. But I am writing this because I am safe, and because everyone deserves to know that somewhere, someone cares.

If you ever need anything from me, and it is within my power to give, it is yours.

My door is open. My heart is open.

You are welcome here.

You are not alone.

With love,

Kerri

One Letter

 May 24, 2026

I wrote a bit today. I played in the garden for awhile and I cleaned some algae off of a lily pad. I had to force myself to stop working on the ponds. You see, every time I dipped the clippers into the water, it got tangled up with the toad eggs. You’ll remember this for sure. 

Eggs.. ..

Frog eggs are tangled, blobs of pearls. Globs of eggs sticking together, hidden at the base of water lilies and plants. 

The What 

Toad eggs are a string of pearls. A long string of eggs, that’s hidden in the rocks and draped over plants.  

That was fun. My ponds are my world. I feel grounded there, I feel safe. - I’m only starting to let my guard down. You know, I discovered this week, that I have friends. I told you this before, l am 50 years old and I’ve been running for over 25 years. 

This is the first time I’ve ever had friends. 

It’s surreal and a little scary. 

But, it’s good :) I feel happy. 

We play board games on Sundays. So, I bought a game called, “You Laugh or Your Out.” I’m looking forward bringing it to Game Day Sunday! 

Yeah, this is  new for me too. 

Haha. Okay, so let’s set some rules for “Letters.”

 This should be, an almost nightly thing. Let’s give it a  go! Write one new post, include a screenshot of a text. Okay, this is the last part, You can use any texts you sent out from three days.. 📆 

We should also mention that you should also include a little written piece. Write about your day, write about your week. Write something.. 

And, Don’t forget the text! 

Uhm.Truth be told, I don’t think my family will respond do the text. They rarely do. I just keep making up excuses on why they don’t like me. Okay! It’s 11pm in New York.  We have to see how this plays out.

 I’ll try to let you know tomorrow. 

Okay World, I’m at the end of my post and I can’t give up yet. I keep living and my story keeps writing. I’ve learned to leach onto hope and look out for the bad times. Keeping moving forward and always look out for something. Look forward to something. Look for positivity. Look for a happening. Kerri Lyn, Just keep going. 

My body keeps failing, and I keep fighting.. just keep going. You got this. Find hope and look for beauty. There are good thin happenings. Jim is in my world again. I am grateful. I have a house that I love, on a good street. I am in love with my light and I have friends. My ponds sustain me, planting grounds me. Maybe, I think I’m done running. Maybe, I can stop now. Saying that makes my stomach hurt. I should slow down. I mean, I should go slow.   (I can’t say the words that are supposed to be here.)   When, opening up to people. and just being instead.

Okay. So here. That’s today’s post.  

One more thing, Put on your listening ears - 

You can do hard things. 

Text sent at 9:30pm on Sunday May 24th 2026. 

I hope this doesn’t wake anybody up but STOP EVERYTHING.

I have discovered the greatest vegan ice cream flavor known to mankind. 

It’s Lemony! 

It’s Punchy! 

It’s Coconuty!

Oh! But is it good? YES! The lemon curd! The coconut cream!  It’s like a tropical dream! 😴 🌴

Ladies and gentlemen…

The stunning.

The spectacular.

The dangerously delicious…

The flavor is.. 

🍋 Lemon Bar 🍋

by Jenni’s.

That is all. Carry on.

Dear..

 Dear Christopher, 

I think I found it. 

Maybe now, we can start living again. 

Always, 

- me

Computer Generated

 I am equal parts wildflower meadow and internet chaos. I split my life between Austin and Harlem like some kind of feral fairy with Wi-Fi, collecting strange stories, thrift store treasures, and enough plants to make my yard look like Mother Nature filed a hostile takeover. I have three ponds, mosquito fish, bees that treat me like staff, and the kind of relationship with dragonflies that sounds made up until you see it.

I’m a little awkward, a lot dorky, and fully committed to being the person who will absolutely stop mid-conversation to point out a cool bird, a weird bug, or a plant I’m emotionally attached to. I love social justice, old hacker lore, board games, soft things, sharp words, and the very specific chaos of trying to turn half an acre of Texas clay into a native meadow while arguing with strangers on the internet who peaked in 1987.

I was raised somewhere between off-grid woods, free-range chickens, and the kind of life lessons that make you either very resilient or very weird. I chose both. I’ve danced on stages in New York clubs, spoken in rooms full of hackers and chaos agents, and somehow still ended up being the person who gets genuinely excited about milkweed seedlings and whether the screech owl is back tonight.

I am soft, but never weak. Romantic, but with excellent aim. I believe in kindness, but I also believe some people deserve to be verbally escorted to the nearest exit. I trust animals faster than humans, think ghosts probably have good reasons, and I fully intend to become local folklore one day—the woman with the wild yard, too many opinions, and a suspicious number of foxes who seem to know her by name.