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October 2, 2025

day 274

numb

sadness
melancholy 
it’s definitely not
normal to feel nothing inside
…normal

~kat
(a Cinquain 2-4-6-8-2)

I didn’t watch the news today. Not that it mattered. I know what’s out there. The hate, the fear, the judgment, the loathing. I never considered myself an enemy of the state, but apparently that is what I am because I believe in truth, freedom and liberty for all. And because I didn’t vote for the great pumpkin and his rotten band of squash and gourds. They raided the data…those doge kids. They know everything that can be known about all of us right down to what brand of toothpaste we prefer. We are all categorized and profiled. And now the grand poo-pa has declared war on us…the enemies within. He and his boy toy soldier read their riot act to the generals. All this just in time for the final blow, the grand finale of this year-long nightmare. The final nail in the coffin handed to the architects by a useless congress who convened session, facilitating a shutdown to end all shutdowns. So anyhow…it’s all left me feeling a bit numb.

Thank goodness for potted plants. The latest focus of my new hobby was an ailing sago palm that apparently needed to be repotted and then pruned to encourage new growth. I mixed a combination of the prescribed soil and filler to be sure that it remained loose and aerated. Next came the pruning. Lopping off the dead fronds so new ones could grow. Plants look rather bleak after a pruning. But I followed the directions to the letter. And today, weeks later, we have the sprouting of new leaves. I don’t know why I doubted it. That first cut is always the hardest. So that’s my glimmer today. Stick to what you know is true, follow directions, and finally, trust the process.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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October 1, 2025

day 273…lights out

By Kat Myrman

it’s over
.
no
one is to blame
but
that’s up for debate
as if debating was still a thing
it’s not
there’ll be no compromise
just waiting
for someone to blink

~kat

Well…the final blow has been dealt. The USA is closed for business. I suspect it was the plan all along. Shut it down. Finish the carnage started on day one. Send in the troops. Silence the opposition. Blame everyone not in charge. It’s stunning to witness. Like an out of body experience.

Our hickory tree got a much needed trim of lower, intrusive hanging limbs. At first it looked so strange. I wasn’t sure I’d ever warm to its new look…it’s tall, lean, trunk exposed beneath a lush canopy of green. And then dusk came, and I realized for the first time in years I had a clear view of the horizon. No longer blocked by wild low hanging branches. It will take some getting used to…this big change. But having a front row seat to autumn’s stunning sunsets will help me warm to the change. How I love sunsets in autumn!

I don’t know what will become of this broken country of ours…but maybe, if those of good will can manage to trim the low, intrusive branches, we might all eventually see the light, and the horizon where hope for the future and many tomorrows glows bright. What a glimmer! Hope for us all! May we all gain a clearer view in the coming dark days!

Much love, peace, and unobstructed glimmers of hope to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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September 30, 2025

day 272

By Kat Myrman

encroaching

we downed
another tree
its life had departed
months ago, in winter…no burst
of green
just crows
perched on bare limbs
waiting for a swift wind
to topple it onto our house…
or us

~kat

This season of letting go has been a doozy. Last year’s harsh winter had taken its toll on several of the trees on our property. Unfortunately, some stand in close proximity to our cars and the house. I have seen a great oak with a root ball the size of a small car ripped from the ground. It was our neighbor’s tree. It took out the fence between our two houses as well as my lovely dogwood tree. Its broad foliage filled our entire back yard. The branches reached to the third story windows of our house, but not shingle was harmed. It felt like we were living on the top of a tree in a tree house until we were able to have it cleared away. After that experience I don’t take chances with spent trees.

There is a local fellow who shows up looking for work every so often. He came by again today. We had enough to pay for his service. With a handshake and a promise he and his assistant got to work taking down that long gone hickory tree in our front yard. Times are rough these days. The last time he came looking for jobs to do, he explained to me in broken English that he was hungry; needed work. This time he had on a t-shirt with his business name printed on it. Like before his work was excellent. And just as before he cleaned up all the debris…it was as if nothing had happened except, of course, for the tree…now just a huge stump where it once stood.

I paid him. Thanked him for doing such a fine job, and as he reached out his hand for a shake to thank me, he pulled me in for a hug against his sweaty sawdusted logo tshirt. It was a moment that I shall never forget. It was a moment of shared humanity. It reminded me how connected we all are. And how we need to do what we can to help each other. I believe I have a new friend. So that’s my glimmer for today. Here’s to friends who come into our lives when we least expect it.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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September 29, 2025

day 271

By Kat Myrman

shhhhhhhh

“be safe”
said with good bye
was hypothetical 
until now, when it’s dangerous
to speak
out loud…
even whispers
won’t save you…hold your tongue 
lest they find you living outside
your head

~kat

Todays poetry form: Cinquain 2-4-6-8-2

There’s a chill in the air…not the seasonal type, but there’s that too. No, this chill is spreading quickly. They want us to be afraid. They want us to fall in lock-step with their plan. We are best seen and not heard. Truth be told they don’t want to see us either. Unless we have 6 or 7 or more zeros in our bank account, we don’t count. it’s a scary time in the US of A.

It would be so easy to curl up into a ball and just wish it all away. To pretend it’s all a nightmare. That things aren’t that bad. But I am not a liar…and I can’t lie to myself or anyone else. It’s crazy and out of control. Our president is…shhhhh don’t say it Kat. They’re watching. They’re always watching. Crazy.

All I know is that I have this moment. And right here, right now, I am okay. As far as I know those I love and care for are okay. It’s only a moment, but it’s my moment. As I breathe in and slowly exhale I settle into this moment and the next and the next. One step in front of the other. I’ll keep showing up. May we all keep showing up. We are here and we matter.

much love, peace, and moments of hope-filled glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

My glimmer today…a beautiful sky…funny how such a sight can calm you and give you hope. I still have hope. 💚

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September 28, 2025

day 269 & day 270

By Kat Myrman

just a glimpse 

I imagine you there
just beyond the mist at dawn
your voice singing softly…
or is it the birds, the breeze 
sifting through the tree leaves
a lovely chorus of life living
that reminds me of you
the fog, a taste of heaven
dusting the ground in these hills 
like a veil, allows me a glimpse
of heaven…if heaven were a place

~kat

——————-

in all ways

strange 
how hearing your voice
melts
the time and distance.
it matters not how long it has been
or how
far…me here and you there
one word transports us
to that place 
where time disappears

~kat

It’s been a very busy weekend. But I wanted to leave you with these tiny glimmers. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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