Today…this first day of summer, this sacred space in the woods revealed an abundance of glimmers to hold me as the events of the world devolved into even more chaos.
Loaded with symbolism, I feel even more connected to the universe. I’m sharing them with you as I hold our world close to my heart. May the innocents everywhere find peace and hope as madmen in high places play roulette with our welfare.
Much love, peace, and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A doe and her fawn at dawn…symbols of innocence, grace, gentleness, new beginnings, and protection, nurturing, and a connection to the natural cycles of lifeMidday, a tortoise happened by…symbolizing wisdom, longevity, stability, and protection……and this evening evidence of a turkey hen’s presence…a feather left behind with her foot prints left in the red dust that rained from her feathers after her late afternoon dust bath. What a gift! Her message…abundance, prosperity, gratitude, connection to the Earth, nourishment, and the importance of family and community.
All these messages today…from the this little acre on the edge of the woods. None of us knows what the future holds, in this time of great instability and uncertainty, but we are never alone. We are a community. I wish you…I wish us all peace.
Mid-summer’s Eve in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills ~ Photo by Kat Myrman 2025
fantastical indulgences on a mid-summer night
if I never filled another feeder with sunflower seeds, millet, fruit and wheat berries, if I never broke bits of bread tossing them into the back yard for the crows…or laid peanuts on the edge of the covered porch deck for squirrels to snatch … if I never scattered feed corn for the deer and wild turkeys who meander by each day at dawn and dusk, or never dissolved white sugar in warm water for the hummingbird jars hanging just outside my window…
the birds on this acre on the edge of the woods would still go to sleep bellies plump and satiated, the crows would have plenty to feast on…nuts, insects, eggs, and even carrion, the squirrels would happily gather hickory nuts, grains, berries and seeds, the deer would munch on juniper berries and graze on clover with the rabbits, the turkeys would busy themselves plucking grubs and mites from the red dust, and seeds from the soil, and the hummingbirds would sip sweet nectar from flower cups alongside the butterflies and honeybees
these gentle friends don’t need me life will go on when I am gone, but oh, how I’d miss the little community we’ve built, a utopia based on kindness and respect in this shared green space that we all call home sweet home… and I’d like to imagine that they would miss me and my rambling one-sided conversations too. I wonder if they’d miss the moments that we share space and breath and eye contact wrapped in grace and trust… I like to imagine that they would
~much love, peace and glimmers to you!
✨✨✨💚kat💚✨✨✨
Today’s lovely glimmers…
A latecomer…who wanted to be part of today’s glimmer party…the local bandit! ✨💚✨
queer thoughts on what may be the last Federally recognized Juneteenth
It may come as a shock but I feel honesty is key the U-S of A will never truly be what you desire, diversity-free
a sacred stolen land by euro refugees and emigrants displaced the tribes, indigenous from this you can’t claim innocence
erasing from the history books denying human rights will not deny that we exist the queer folk and those, shades unwhite
deport us, fire us, hide our names swear by your god, supremacy it matters not the tactics played we, others, thrive in all you see
from blood, sweat saturated fields to roads, buildings and railways embedded in the soil and air you cannot wish our souls away
ban holidays, rewrite the books it’s futile don’t you see? diversity’s what makes us great until, we all, not some, no one is free.
~kat
It’s only been a few years since the company I work for has recognized Juneteenth as a paid, day off holiday. As the dividing lines grow into trenches I have found it interesting to note that the maga supporters on staff have refused to show today’s holiday by its true name…some simply referring to the day as “holiday” on their calendars, some not even recognizing that today is a company holiday! ( similarly, this year they marked indigenous peoples day as Columbus Day…and on Martin Luther King, Jr. day many in the south prefer to honor two confederate civil war generals Jackson and Lee.) With maga in total control of our government, the powers that be are doing their best to eradicate undesirable people from ‘merica (as they call it, the abridged, divided version). But whether they are successful or not, the fact of the matter is they are a minority faction and growing smaller. They may ban holidays and books, exclude certain people from the benefits promised in our constitution and even try to rewrite history, but they can’t change reality. They can’t close their eyes and cover their ears and wish the “others”, the ones that don’t pledge allegiance to a their king, and who are not like them, to disappear.
We are many. We are united. And we are here to stay in this country that we love. And goodness, fairness, kindness, and inclusion will happen. Juneteenth has been celebrated since June 19, 1865 (160 years!) by those who appreciate what true freedom means, and will continue to be celebrated whether a corrupt administration recognizes it or not. Happy Juneteenth my friends! Until next year let us continue to dream of, and work toward, equality and justice for all!
On another note…a glimmer…this rascal figured out how to remove the top off the plastic jug we use to store peanuts for him and crows who visit our yard. He’s been rather polite about it actually. I half expected him to dump the whole thing over. But he jumps on the porch and then, on the top of the jar, leans in for a single peanut and hops down from the porch to enjoy his treat in his favorite shady spot under the trees. If he has a hankering for more, he repeats the process. Just goes to show how a little trust (our leaving the lid off – replacing it was futile actually) can lead to a mutually symbiotic and satisfying arrangement between two parties. And…that a little caring kindness can create a bridge!
We call this fellow Harry.
Much love, peace, kindness and simple glimmers to you!
a phoebe fledgling fluttered in the rose garden a failed first flight her parents hovering close by ‘til she found her wings and soared
a gentle prodding is sometimes all that we need for a leap of faith
~kat
Yesterday, there were three phoebe chicks in the nest over my garage side door light. Year after year I’ve watched a pair of phoebes build a nest under the eave of our house. The cycle of life commences.
The laying of the eggs, one a day over several days. When the laying is done, the mother settles in for the long haul, perched over her precious brood, day after day, rain or shine. Her devoted mate tends to her every need, feeds her, stands vigil nearby, protecting his family. After only a few weeks the moment long awaited comes and the chicks emerge from their shells. Mom and dad spend their waking hours feeding these hungry featherless babies who are all mouth. They grow quickly until it’s time to fly free in a matter of a few more weeks.
This morning I noticed that the nest was empty. Another brood joining the flock that returns every spring to our acre. I noticed though that the parents were still near, agitated and not at all happy to see me. Then I saw it. A lone fledgling on my front porch stairs near the roses fluttered as it looked at me while the mom and pop swooped around me. I was concerned little tyke was exposed where the crows frequented, so I moved it under cover on the wicker settee. Soon after the parents came over, I suspect to encourage it to spread its wings. When I checked a few hours later the little family had moved on.
I have seen nestlings fail to survive on occasion and knew the sound of the parents mourning. (yes even tiny phoebe parents mourn the loss of their young who don’t survive.) But today, the sky was blue and sunlit. And it was silent but for the soft rustle of wind through the trees. I like to think that this little family is somewhere riding the wind. At least that’s my hope.
It reminds me that all families are precious…every single family. Every single soul. It reminds me that life offers us opportunities every day to recognize this fact, to be kind, and sometimes we are honored to help too. It costs nothing to lend a hand…to show kindness. May we seek those opportunities and rise to the occasion when presented with them.
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