Author Archives: Kat Myrman

day 127

the girl in the mirror

she is still here
the girl from yesterday
whispering in my ear
do you remember me?
it’s not over yet, so live
the life you dreamt of

~kat

I know I have neglected her over the years, while existing in survival mode. Raising children, working long hours, taking care of others…This has been my life for the past several years.

But lately she has been more persistent reminding me why I’m still here. I do have a purpose. And those forgetful, crazy, busy years were not wasted. But clearly as I get older it is time to revisit some of those dreams. They are still a part of me. There is still time and nothing to lose. And a dare to myself to go for it!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. Dare to dream!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 126

Soup

I would, if I could,
eat soup everyday
especially now when uncertainty
has my stomach twisted, tied in knots
it’s comfort food, yes soup will do,
it’s my go to, when I am blue,
a simple broth, potatoes,
beans, rice or noodles,
something green, spinach, kale
seasoned well, hot steaming,
slurpilicious, can you tell, that soup
will do when I’m distressed,
better than my first instinct,
clearly under great duress,
to grab for something salty, sweet,
too much of a good thing until
I’m stuffed, uncomfortable, just ill
I should have had some soup instead
but worry makes me lose my head
and so I cook a lot these days,
soup, of course, for times like these

much love, peace, and glimmers to you.

~kat


day 125

Morning in the Hills ~ kat 2025
universal secrets

they surround me
ghosts of those who
linger here, though eternity
called their name long ago
their voices soft on the breeze
so we may remember how to heal

~kat

Sometimes there is nothing to say. and rather than force some words to fill the void, I embrace the beauty around me and listen to the wind. There is no better place to be (imho of course!)😉

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 124

Day 124…remembering to breathe
there’s always tomorrow

look to tomorrow
for new possibilities
when today feels lost

~kat

Today was one of those days that did not go as planned. We never saw the plot twist coming. As disappointing as it was and still is, as we try to make sense of things while adjusting our future plans, I’m reminded that expectations rarely guarantee success or satisfaction. In fact, hanging one’s hope on expectations is a vicarious way to move through life. It’s a recipe for disappointment. There are no guarantees in this life, and generally, there is no straight path from “A” to “B”. 

But occasionally there are glimmers of 

hope to be found on the detours. Sometimes we may find ourselves in a better place without exerting him. It it wise to practice flexibility and open to the possibilities that plot twists can bring. 

Go gently my friends and remember, tomorrow is another day!

Much love, peace and glimmers to you!

~kat


day 123

the ash tree 

I didn’t realize in autumn
when the leaves of summer
were dancing on the wind,
that this would be her last
fall and winter, her limbs left
exposed to bear the bitter cold,
I wonder now if she had already
left before the first frost,
for I had only known her
a few years, when her once lush
raiment had already thinned…
I never rested in her shade
on hot, sunny summer days
never saw her in full bloom,
memories of nested fledglings
taking first flights, learning
to bend with the fiercest of tempests
were things I could only imagine,
her bones exposed now against
a beautiful sea of green, even now
the crows and mourning doves
perch on her brittle limbs
surveying the landscape and me…
how is it possible to miss someone
you never truly knew, and yet I do
how I wish I had known you old tree,
in the spring…

~kat

Another bittersweet day. We need to call a tree service to take this ash tree down. Her fragile condition threatens our vehicles and home should a strong wind overtake her. I’ve watched her slow decline since we moved here a few years ago. I knew it was just a matter of time. But I was not ready for it to be this year. She was a special tree. Recently I noticed this heart-shape hollowed out in the bark on her trunk…a parting goodbye I imagine and a gentle acknowledgement of my admiration for her. It’s as if she showed me her heart.

I am learning as I age the art of letting go…and I am grateful for the grace of these lessons. I think it may actually be a blessing. When my time comes I hope to slip away as gently as my friend, the ash tree.

Now there’s a glimmer for you.

Much love, peace, and gentle glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨