Monthly Archives: July 2025

July 27, 2025

a belated day 205

a series of lunes amidst a mercurial retrograde
(3/5/3 words or syllables)

when the ink
on history’s page has dried
future plagiarists repeat

just because
the sun has risen
there is joy

consider your story
every detail, good and bad
to find yourself

tell me lies
because truth scares me
I need bliss

many things
offer us a choice
choose wisely 

I stopped counting
stars, for there were many
and cruel acts

let us join
the revolution 
compassion

I stopped listening
the moment you started speaking
listen to yourself

dawn’s first light
shines brighter than at midday
we grow complacent 

memories of ago
should be dwelled on sparingly
life is now

~kat

Once again I ran out of daylight yesterday and missed my midnight glimmer deadline. You shall have two today. This belated offering and my weekly reverse.

When I was younger I was quite the night owl, able to burn the midnight oil and often most prolific in the wee 3 am hours when only shift workers and witches frolic under the stars. As I wind down toward the end of another decade I am finding myself drifting off mid-verse.

It’s a lesson that I am coming to terms with. Waiting until the end of my too busy schedule to write is less doable. Dawn has become a fertile time for me now, forcing me to shift my clock a bit. The inspiration is much more coherent after I have slept on it. 😴 I am learning to embrace this new season…as my blond hair shimmers gray, my body softens and slows down, and the lines on my face grow deeper; a sign of many, many smiles. That girl in the mirror is an old lady now, but her eyes haven’t changed. That spark shines brighter than ever.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

For today’s…or rather yesterday’s glimmer, I give you a glimpse into the convening of our resident artist’s consortium…nap time for me (I’m finding I need more of that on weekends these days) and next to me Frankie vigorously pruning herself…no doubt working on her next furball creation! Clearing inspiration is bubbling to the surface! 🤣🤣🤣 Life is good here in the foothills! 😊

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July 25, 2025

day 204

By Kat Myrman

Today’s Glimmer: A doe and her twins under a hickory tree in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills ~kat / July 2025

switching to survival mode

I know how to survive, how to
stretch a few leftovers into more
how to add water to milk
to make it last one day longer…
when I was a girl my family lived 
in a motel with a kidney-shaped pool
a few steps away from the interstate,
from an underpass where others lived, 
who weren’t as fortunate as we
I know where to find pennies, 
enough buy fast food dollar meals,
how to barter for groceries,
taking care of someone else’s kid
so mine could eat, how to resurrect
hand-me downs to clothe us, sewing
squares of well-worn fabric into colorful
quilts to brighten our space, oh I know…

someone told me the other day,
you’ve done a lot of things in your life…
I have, I smiled…I wanted to say 
it’s called survival, but only other 
survivors understand that you do
the jobs no one else will do, building
experience and skills to gain 
a few more pennies, moving from job 
to job, several at a time, as time 
sifts through your life like sand.
i can make do and make work 
the crumbs and scraps of life,
things others toss in the trash
keeping us just shy of enough…
it’s been decades now…decades…

I still keep a jar of spare change
always at the ready just in case, 
I hunt for bogo sales at the market 
stocking my pantry with one extra
I keep clothes patched and useful
long after they’ve gone out of style 
and yet…and yet
I wake each morning grateful for the sun
and the rain, and this blessed life,
my greatest accomplishments are 
my children and their children and theirs

they say the tariffs will raise the cost 
of living for those of us who pay to live…I’m ready, though I wish we didn’t 
need to be…I know how to survive
in the best and the worst of times. 
as long as i can keep a pot of soup 
simmering, there will always be 
plenty enough to share and room for one, 
or two, or a few more at my table 
this is how we survive…together

much love, light, and glimmers to you…

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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July 24, 2025

day 203

By Kat Myrman

As proof that you can find glimmers ANYWHERE…I present to you my creative furball heaving feline, Frankie’s latest late night creations. I may be losing it! 🤣🤣🤣 But you gotta admit it helps to be a bit loony in times like this.

Feline Furball Gallery by Frankie

Big Bird on a Bonsai Tree ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie

The Thin Man ~circa 2025 artist: Frankie

I hope you are inspired and amused by these amazing works of wretching art.

eye of the beholder

when the world turns dark
glimmers of light may be found
in absurdity

much love, peace, and glimmers to you. May you find a way to create lemonade from life’s lemons…or in my case discover the artistic talent of a simple house cat with a weak stomach…May glimmers of light and humor happen to you when you least expect it and when you need it most!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨🐯🐯🐯

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July 23, 2025

day 202

By Kat Myrman

what would their grandmas think?

grandma always said that we should never tell a lie
she spoke with wisdom, so we listened and obeyed  
the truth always comes out, she’d say, don’t you even try
grandma always said that we should never tell a lie
you can spot a liar, they won’t look you in the eye
eventually you’ll find you can’t believe a word they say
grandma always said that we should never tell a lie
she spoke with wisdom, so we listened and obeyed 

~kat

The lies are overwhelming. It’s all lies now. And the liar in chief is telling his followers how to deflect questions seeking the truth by repeating the latest fabrication. It feels chaotic and crazy for those not deceived by this common snake oil hawker looking to line his pockets from the suffering of others.

I didn’t think it was possible, but it does appear that the chief liar is running out of lies. When everything is a lie, people stop listening and start paying attention to what is happening in reality. They realize that they are not immune from the consequences of bad, cruel, and destructive policy. Policy that sounded good, that they voted for when it was directed toward other groups of people. Truth eventually comes to light. I learned this when I was a child. It is stunning to witness this in real time. To witness a liar drown in the overwhelming power of truth rising.

Speak truth to power. It’s never been more important.

Much love, peace, and glimmers of truth to you!

When my soul returns generations from now I would like to inhabit the body of a pampered dog…like my Gabby. She had a rough beginning, but boy did she hit the jackpot.