October 7, 2025

day 279

the departed

the veil
is growing thin
whispers of ancestors
haunt those who will listen, their sins on
repeat 

~kat

A Cinquain ~ syllable count: 2-4-6-8-2

I stayed away from the news over the course of the day. It was good. Got my work done. Fed the critters, chatted with several friends. Today’s glimmers are those conversations with present friends…and cautionary reminders from those passed. Nothing happens in a vacuum. But life goes on living…once upon an era to here and now…to me, with memories of when etched in my soul.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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Peter's pondering
October 8th, 2025 at 6:30 am

I find myself avoiding the news more and more!

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- Kat Myrman
  October 8th, 2025 at 7:15 am
  
  It’s becoming part of my self-care!
  
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pensitivity101
October 8th, 2025 at 4:47 pm

Hubby tells me the news and I get depressed. No good news anywhere just now.
Glimmers today were Maya and half a dozen or so disabled youngsters wanting to pet her (under supervision of their carers). This is something we have always encouraged and she is so good with them.

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- Kat Myrman
  October 8th, 2025 at 4:58 pm
  
  How lovely. Thank you so much for sharing your glimmers with us! It’s a perfect antidote to the craziness of the world! Such a sweet story! 🥰
  
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  - pensitivity101
    October 8th, 2025 at 5:42 pm
    
    🙂
    
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