Author Archives: Kat Myrman

February 5, 2025

day 36

By Kat Myrman 
nothing personal

‘twas nothing personal, you lied
it was your right to choose a side 
but that’s the problem, don’t you see
your choice, your win, affected me
‘cause we don’t live in normal times
our future teeters on the line 
and freedom is a fragile thing
a president is not a king
you cast a witless, selfish vote
informed by lies, disdain for woke
I thought I knew you, I was wrong
you chide me now to get along
it saddens me, I feel betrayed 
the price is high, this choice you made
I can’t agree to disagree 
there’s nothing to discuss you see
I must now work to set things right
I’d hoped you’d join this holy fight 
already there is hell to pay
the world will know the truth one day
and you will too, one day you’ll see
that no one wins if all aren’t free

~kat

Since this all started just a few weeks ago, something has been brewing in me. Deep disappointment in family and friends who voted for the chaos we’re now experiencing are gloating now…cheering on the cruelty, delighting in owning the libs. I tried to tell them things would be bad. They dismissed me as a sore loser. But even I am floored by how bad things have gotten in such a short time with no check in place and no end in sight. My wife and I are shoring up for what might be coming. Gathering our important papers, planning a consult with an attorney to shore up our partnership should this government cancel our marriage of 25 years, 17 of them semi legal on …off..the on again legal. We’ve experienced the hostility that comes from good ‘Christian’ folks who consider it a sin to serve us in restaurants or to treat us with compassionate care in hospital emergency rooms. I’m trying to keep my wits about me. Preparing for the worst hoping for the best. We just want to live out our last years in peace. 

But as I said, the fact that people I know and love voted for this has troubled me. This may not be a typical glimmer, but writing is a healing release for me. Putting the words down in a poem lifted a weight off of me and in a small way gives me strength to press on. I share it here because I have learned that I am often not the only one feeling these emotions. And so I’m reaching out to you, if you’re feeling it too, to let you know you are not alone. 

Peace, love, and glimmers to you.

~kat

P.S. You are not alone. In case you needed one last reminder.

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February 4, 2025

day 35

By Kat Myrman

a simple question


how are you doing?
four words that are everything
especially
when I don’t have the answer
thank you friend…I’ll let you know


~kat

Honestly, I have no words. I’m sorry world. America has gone mad. But there were glimmers still. A friend sent me the text above late last night. I saw it this morning. It meant a lot when I read it…and even more as this day has progressed.

Today’s message…be a glimmer for someone. Reach out. You never know how a simple hello can change a person’s day.

Peace, Love, and keep on glimmering.

~kat

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February 3, 2025

day 34

By Kat Myrman
Gabriel Abigail
Gabriel Abigail

her dark puppy eyes
touch my heart and soul deeply
we are both rescued 

~kat

I took a break from my day job today after a busy weekend. Well…not a true break. There were household chores that needed tending. We call them staycations. Not very vacationy, but there is a certain satisfaction in having time to vacuum, mop floors and clean and change the bed linens. I feel accomplished. The world and its crazies continued their mad dismantling of democracy, but here in my world I did manage to sleep in and snuggle with my little dog this morning.

She’s come a long way from the mange-infested, hairless rat-like mutt we welcomed into our home. She had been abused and tossed with 3 puppies into a kill box at a Texas pound. Her puppies were quickly scooped up by new families. But she needed a bit more TLC. She was terrified of the dark, mean, and not at all the snuggly lap dog we imagined. That was 6-1/2 years ago. Today, she is never far from view. Loves going for walks and rides in the car. She still has an occasional mean streak, and the dark still bothers her. But she is a testament to what patience, love, care, respect, and safety can do for a broken little soul. It takes time, but transformation is possible. 

I think about how mean people are these days. It makes me sad. Fear and anger makes them vulnerable to every slick con artist who promises to ease their deep pain. I certainly can’t fix them. But I can be kind, respectful and patient. If enough people do the same thing for these lost, broken souls I wonder if maybe, just maybe they could begin to heal.

Like my little dog Gabby. She is not the same dog we brought home. She still carries a bit of baggage…don’t we all?! But one thing I do know…she is finally able to be who she was meant to be. A diva, spoiled rotten, and my heart and an Angel sent to teach me patience. 💚

I hope you too have the privilege to know a glimmer like Gabby in your own life. Peace, love and puppy glimmers!

~kat

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February 2, 2025

day 33…really?!!!

By Kat Myrman 
sorry, not sorry

disobedience
offering sweet corn to deer
hell frozen over

desperate for safety
they come with nothing, but hope
disobedience
compassion knows no boundaries 
defying abject cruelty

~kat

Well, it’s official. Here in the US our resident winter weather oracle, the great and powerful Punxsutawney Phil, groundhog extraordinaire, saw his shadow this very morning at Gobbler’s Knob in Pennsylvania, declaring for all that there will be six more weeks of winter. I’m kinda over it, but hey Phil said it so it must be true.

Wish we had a similar forecaster who could tell us what to expect regarding the state of our society…oh wait…we do. When his handlers let him out of his secure bunker, lured into daylight by a double quarter pounder with cheese, he tells us exactly what to expect…and then does it, or at least tries to. Silly, sad wannabe. We just have to pay attention. if it means being awake, or woke as the kids say. Welp I don’t know about you but I’m thinking out loud here…this is NO TIME to sleep.

I confess, I am a criminal…I toss handfuls of corn for the deer on my property. It’s fucking freezing out there. There is barely anything left to forage for, and now Phil tells us we have six more weeks of this shit. I’m not opposed to civil disobedience when it comes to being a decent COMPASSIONATE HUMAN BEING!!! But I digress. Suffice to say I am not sleeping through the next four years of winter…did I say four years…I meant to say FOUR YEARS!!! Let this be my personal glimmer to you, for anyone who needs to know. I am a safe place. (You know what to do.)

Peace, love and fucking glimmers to you. Sorry,  not sorry, about the colorful language…words have power. We need to be loud, obnoxious and unapologetically out, upfront, and in the face of injustice and hate. This is not a dress rehearsal. Shits got real. 

~ unapologetically kat

Today’s poetry form is the HAINKA. Learn more about it HERE.

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February 1, 2025

day 32

By Kat Myrman
Blessed Imbolc!!! May you and yours be warmed by the growing light and longer days and the hope that this season brings for new beginnings! 
sacred season
of spring’s light dawning
darkness fading
gentle murmurs from
the deep…fertile seeds
who long to see the sun

~kat

A photo of the hills to the west, a magnetic poetry poem using the Nature kit, and a very joy-filled, glimmery, blessed Imbolc to you and yours. On this day we are reminded that the darkness never lasts forever, that new life and spring is in the wings and that we can forge our own new beginning. The constancy of the seasons gives us comfort and hope for a new season of light in our own lives.

Peace, Hope, Love and Glimmers of the coming light of Spring to you.

~kat

P.S. yes…I’m still looking for glimmers. Day 32 and counting.

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