Author Archives: Kat Myrman

day 165

becoming

said stone to the river,
“how soft you feel as
you wash over me…
but after a long season
in the deep, I am forever
changed…my soul revealed.”

~kat

The weather forecast is calling for a week of rain, and flood warnings. There is a spot in my yard where grass refuses to grow. On hot, dry days it is a slope of powdery red clay; a favorite spot frequented by turkey hens who take in a dust bath and lounge in the sun. On rainy days it becomes a mudslide with the rain water transporting the top layers down to the grassy areas. It’s a slow erosion. Over the years more and more red clay is exposed with trenches where the water has streamed through.

Our lawn guy has asked us if we want him to try planting the area. But he knows us and our love of the wildlife we share this space with. Because the turkey hens love it so much, he knows we’re good to let nature landscape our yard. And the clover? Let’s not clear that either. The bunnies and deer love it too much.

Like rocks eroded over the years into smooth pebbles by rushing river streams, this place has softened and changed us too. Well manicured lawns are for urban spaces…but here in the foothills, I am content to let moss collect in the shade. Let the rain change the landscape on the hill. It feels like home.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit


day 164 ~ Time for a ReVerse

pausing a moment to smell the roses
remember(ing) home
here, with my heart
transformative
a popcorn popped reality
clouds obscure chaos
it was a beautiful brief bubble
off the preplanned path
sweetness fills the air
my heart remembers
this day silenced voices shall be heard
lung to lung, I inhale the universe in

~kat

It was time for another ReVerse. And I think this one captures perfectly our detour from the day to day routine for a big adventure (traveling thousands of miles to celebrate a wedding with my sister’s family). It was not without challenges. We navigated two airports and two 5 hour flights with my wife in a wheelchair, 3 carry-ons and two checked bags. We did it (in the days leading up to our departure I wasn’t sure we would!) and we survived the ordeal relatively unscathed! 

I am proud of myself. It’s okay to admit it. Truly. There was a time when I couldn’t, wouldn’t dare say out loud that I was proud of myself. It felt like a braggadocious thing to say. But dammit! I did it. I have survived and navigated the past three and a half years like the fierce human I always hoped I would be. I stepped up to the plate and hit it out of the park. Okay…now that that is out of my system…a few more thoughts. 

This is not the life we envisioned for our retirement. But it is our life now, and it is the best life we could have imagined even though it is doubtful that anyone in their right mind would imagine a plot twist like this.

It is our best life because we cherish each beautiful moment together and hold each other up in the dark times. We live in a house in the woods now, and the animals that we share this space with have come to trust us. The trees shade us in summer and the rains sustain us all. Our metal roof sings during storms, the clear sky is a symphony of stars at night and the breeze always carries the fragrance of the seasons. Life is good. Not for any other reason than that is how we see it. Intention and gratefulness for each moment is the reason why I am content. 

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 163

the air

I breathe…
air infused with light
flora refreshed
remnants of creation
lingering, of birds in flight,
deer folk, of forest friends
great and small, honeybees,
of neighbors two doors down
bits of living cells that ride the wind
lung to lung, I inhale the universe in,
exhale myself into the world
we are not so different as some
would like us to believe…
we are one, in harmony
with our mother, Earth
who sustains us
and calls us to love
with every breath

Much love, peace, healing, and glimmers to you!
~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Glimmers from this morning…snapshots of our big beautiful rubber tree from last year that didn’t make it through this past winter due to a series of unfortunate events.

This spring, from its wasted rootball emerged this lovely offshoot that is thriving.

It is a clear reminder to me that even when all seems lost, hope is not far away. Sometimes it may be just below the surface. But it is there waiting to shine. It’s a call for patience and perseverance. A call to hold fast, to never give up. Let the light within you that is hidden, burst forth and shine.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨💚✨



day 162 ~ a big glimmer today!

The US is finally waking up. The map below is a representation of over 2000 events scheduled nationwide. It’s a beautiful thing! This gives me hope. This brightens my day and lifts my heart!

woke is an action verb
it’s a four-letter word
it’s a charge that demands unrest
this day silenced voices shall be heard
defending democracy…Democracy…a proper noun

~kat

much love, peace, and woke glimmers to you!

~kat


Today’s poem a gogyohka…

Five rules of Gogyohka by Enta Kusakabe (1983).

  • Gogyohka is a new form of short poem that is based on the ancient Japanese Tanka and Kodai kayo.
  • Gogyohka has five lines, but exceptionally may have four or six.
  • Each line of Gogyohka consists of one phrase with a line-break after each phrase or breath.
  • Gogyohka has no restraint on numbers of words or syllables.
  • The theme of Gogyohka is unrestricted.

day 161

a magnetic poem ~ The Poet’s Kit

my heart remembers
it like it was
before the lies
before we were broken
from the ocean’s rhythmic dance
to the delicious slow kiss of
a cool breeze’s embrace
there is joy and peace

~kat

Today’s glimmer is a day late…I was a bit overwhelmed with reentry into work after a daunting two and half day travel schedule.

After trying for hours to muster the words while fighting sleep, I gave in and picked up this morning with a little help from the online magnets. I did manage to enjoy last evening breeze as the sun set. There is much I could say about the tidal turn of our country and the chaos that is happening., but I encourage you to remember what life was like before uncertainty and fear took hold.

If you are fortunate to live by the ocean, get yourself to the shore and let the sound of waves lull you to calmness and peace…that’s your glimmer!

If you, like me, far from the water’s edge, I invite you to go outside and give yourself to be ravaged by the breeze. It needn’t be a brisk breeze…just the slightest whisper will do. That’s your glimmer.

Tomorrow we march, tomorrow we advocate, but for today may the natural world hold and keep you, and help you remember who you are and how it was not too long ago…

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨