Author Archives: Kat Myrman

day 247

red sun at dusk

fires in the north
rage on, turning the sun red
smoke knows no borders

~kat

This time of year the western sky is often blush red and amber as the sun sets. But today the sun itself was crimson red. From the news I learned that this phenomenon is caused by smoke in the atmosphere from the wildfires in Canada. It was an odd sight. A glimmer if you will that reminded me that the earth does not concern herself with boundaries or walls or borders. We are all citizens of the world.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you wherever you hang your hat. I see you.


Before I call it a night one more glimmer. So rosy bright is the sun today that even the moon has taken on a golden pink hue. As under the sun by day, we all sleep under the same moon.

Pink Moon Late Summer 2025 ~ kat

day 246

Afternoon sun refracted/reflected through the neon tetra fish tank onto the laundry closet doors. Late summer 2025 ~kat

not a hoax

innocent girls trapped in women’s bodies
now stand bravely in the face of power
speaking truth, hoping to be seen
after years of invisibility, years…
we’re taught to trust, to respect
our elders, to serve, to obey but
no one taught us how to respond
to elders who turned into monsters

~kat

I watched the press conference yesterday…you know the one…the one featuring the women seeking justice for the crimes they suffered as young girls at the hands of the rich and famous. They stand for every woman who has ever been abused. Me too came and went. But these women and their supporters are not going away. We need to support them and uphold their right to seek justice. May they finally be heard, and may they finally receive the justice withheld from them by the rich and powerful. Even as they poured their hearts out on the grounds near the capitol building, Trump doubled down on his latest catch phrase. “It’s a hoax!” No donald…it is not a hoax.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you,

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 245

more vacation memories

it took a north-flowing river
a campfire, a bottle of Yuengling,
from America’s oldest brewery,
and stories of hogs, sunflower gardens,
pepper relish recipes, and great dane
kisses, to help me breathe, in deeply
out slowly with a sigh underneath
a perfect blue cloud brushed sky

~kat

There is something special about a riverside campfire. The easy flow of the water, waterfowl riding the current, good food, great company, and cool crisp air…lots of it…that has a way of healing the heart and soul. I didn’t even realize that I needed a sit by the river until it happened. It was the last day of a perfect time away. I am not entirely back into my pre-trip routine. And that’s okay. Sometimes you just need to pause a spell to take it all in.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 244

stoned

there is love
hearts chiseled from stone
crying out
for justice for peace
yes, even the rocks

~kat

It’s been a short long week. While I have been writing and collecting glimmers along the way, I am only now catching my breath. Today’s glimmer is a glimpse of the heart shaped treasures I found on my walks with Gabby. It was quite a productive few days. Everywhere I looked there were heart-shaped stones. Amidst rousing conversations on the state of the world over dinner, I returned to our hotel and grounded myself in gravel plant beds. So many things about this trip were healing. Today’s theme and glimmers are the rocks that begged me to notice them…and bring them home with me.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 243 – been traveling

glimmers from the Youghiogheny River in Pennsylvania, US
the long way home

I took the long way home
through memories vivid
as the restored façades
of centuries old buildings,
stories of family and friends,
of places that have long been
razed to pave the way
for shopping centers and parking lots
but as the roads narrowed
the country I love still stands
along winding freight rail tracks
and rivers, just off the highway
in valley hollows and on mountaintops,
flags flying high at local post offices
Main Street centers with gazebos,
diners and soft serve drive ins,
corn and soybean fields and cows
feasting on sweet grass and clover
it was a long and winding road
through the Allegheny countryside,
the Shenandoah highlands,
and finally the Blue Ridge
I’m filled to the brim with new memories
grateful to be home where my heart is

~kat

I owe you a few more glimmers and hope to be on track later today as I unpack and settle back in. But for now meet some of the new friends I met during our travels.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨