Author Archives: Kat Myrman

day 292

by a thread

roots of grass,
seeds of change
where hope dwells


~kat

Still thinking about the past weekend’s grassroots peaceful nationwide events and feeling hopeful.

I’m late in posting today’s glimmers. My schedule has kept me busy! you may remember I had gotten a beautiful African Violet plant over the summer. It was three plants in one pot actually, and once the blooms had faded I knew it was time to separate the plants giving them their own bed of fresh soil to settle into. So, I did that over the weekend. On Monday, several days after the transplant each plant is thriving! The hue you see in the photos above is from a grow lamp. I am spoiling them a bit. Well not really. Giving them luscious soil and plenty of UV light is not spoiling. Plants, like people need the most basic things to thrive. Over 7 million people came out on Saturday to remind those who may have forgotten or who just don’t care, of that very fact!

Bonus glimmer! You may also notice my rescued sago pine plant featured above. I had to be very brave in my intervention, clipping away the wilted fronds as was suggested in my research on recovery for sago palms. To my delight nubs of new life erupted from the base. And now a month or more later, just look at those leaf limbs! She is coming back! Such a beautiful soul.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 291 ~ a ReVerse

no one sleeps
infused with light
whispers of ancestors
and we grow wise, midst a litany of if only’s and what if’s
in the quiet hours of the night
things that should be said
doom scrolling
mind control
it starts with goosebumps
people fear what they don’t know
it’s not in my head
peacemakers don’t deal in hate
hovering close by, never alone
light dancing with the wind
We have weathered several seasons together.
it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound
sometimes I wonder who rescued who
‘twas once a great nation, but it’s now under siege

~kat

It was long past time for me to assemble lines from the last several weeks of poems, and write a ReVerse. Just so you know…almost a year into DT rule and I am not over it. The huge mistake silly self-absorbed people made when they unleashed hell on earth by giving the orange king a second go at destroying the country…and sadly, affecting our world neighbors as well. I have one question for these lemmings. Are you tired of winning yet? Because the rest of us are exhausted. We ended the week with a glimmer though. 7 million people took to the streets to say enough. We want our country back. It was a day of glimmers seven million strong. 

There were several glimmers over the past few weeks that sustained me through the ups and downs of life. And today was no different. The annual show of Autumn leaves will be a limited engagement this year. The turning came late. It was just on the edge of spectacular, when the winds came through stripping the tree limbs. They say it’s because of an extended dry spell this fall. 

Nature mimicking world events. I do hope the momentum and energy doesn’t fizzle out like the leaves this autumn. I do sense a change in the air. I’m holding on to that glimmer…and breathing. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


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.


day 290

today in history ~October 18, 2025

‘twas once a great nation, but it’s now under siege
by a wannabe king, faux commander in chief
he’s demanding allegiance
while committing malfeasance
but the people assembled to tell him no kings

~kat

Today was historic. No matter how DT and his minions try to spin it, millions of Americans gathered across this nation to let those in power know that we know the truth. And we’re not buying the lies being fed to us by the cowardly propagandists in our government. The fact that millions showed up and that the assemblies were peaceful gives me so much hope. Today was a huge glimmer of a day. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨💚✨✨


day 289

Bookends! Frankie (l) and Matilda (r)
wild

sometimes I wonder who rescued who
when you showed up at my door that day
you and your kittens, of course I let you stay
how helpless you were, what else could I do
when you showed up at my door that day
sometimes I wonder who rescued who

~kat

Today’s glimmer…a snapshot of two of my rescue cats. They have never both lounged in the hammocks on the cat tree at the same time. What a sight they were. Like bookends, mama cat, Matilda, on the right, and her daughter, Frankie (our resident fur-ball artist extraordinaire) …somewhere her brother Schrödinger lurks…in the shadows always, true to his name…he might be in this photo…or he might not. It made me smile. 5 years ago or so, Matilda, who had been tossed out to fend for herself by her previous not very nice owner, found her way under my front porch when it was time to have her kittens. She must’ve known I couldn’t turn her or her babies out into the elements once I knew they were residing under my house. She had four kittens in all. Three white and one jet black. We found a lovely home for the two white fur boys…which left us with the trio who live with us to this day. Matilda and Frankie are lovely affectionate purr generators…Schrödinger is a feral beast. It has taken me five years to be allowed to touch him briefly with a gentle pet as he lounges on the upper ledge of the cat tree after his dinner. He does wander through the house now, like he owns the place. Oh to live the life of the animals that find their way into our home and hearts!  I suppose they chose us…or at least Matilda did. It’s a privilege to be trusted by the universe to care for them. 

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 288

A bit of digital art to illustrate my musings today. (The original photo below)
raven call

there’s a raven in the woods nearby
it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound
could it be mourning the bird I found
who suffered days, only to die
it’s voice, a soulful wailing sound
there’s a raven in the woods nearby

~kat
(Biolet - ABbaBA)

My bird identification application confirmed what I suspected. The ailing black bird who passed away in my yard may actually have been a raven. I would have continued to believe it was a crow, except that in the following days I heard the distinct voice of a lone raven in the woods. I wondered if the sounds i heard were the mourning wails of the deceased bird’s mate. Ravens are thought to be lifelong partners. I can only imagine the grief of losing a partner. The fates have been kind to me in that respect. Even though it never presented itself to me visibly, its calls were unmistakably raven.

In those moments I paused to grieve with it. And I hoped in a small way this lone surviving soul sensed my concern for its suffering. And most importantly as I stood silently listening I hoped it felt heard. Isn’t that what we all long for? To be seen…to be heard. 

That’s my glimmer inspiration for today. Nature and this planets are always uttering messages to us. The question is, are we listening. 

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

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨