Category Archives: 2026

365 days of glimmers

It was a daunting challenge. Find glimmers and write about it for 365 days. There were a few days missed to the business of life, but I pressed on. My goal 365 posts, even if it dipped into the new year. Which it did. And then last week as I was nearing the end of the challenge, I realized that I would be finishing today…1/11 which falls in 2026…”1” numerically speaking…and it just so happens that my birthdate adds up to the master number of 11. There are a lot of 11’s in this scenario…and trust me when I tell you I did not plan this! But needless to say 11 has always been a special number to me.

What a serendipitous denouement to a glittering year…one that tested our hearts, souls, patience and resolve in ways we never imagined. But here we are. Armed with the assurance that we made it. May we continue to press on with kindness, compassion, and truth.

I thought it would be appropriate to end this year in a ReVerse taking a line from each month from one of the poems that got the most “likes” for that month. In essence I am letting you all help me write the last ReVerse poem of this past year…

365 days of glimmers

vengeance in the wind
touches my heart and soul deeply
days feel longer
deceived, a blink, a nod, and evil wins
the quiet murmur
will not deny that we exist
there is a whisper of light
piercing through the stained glass
a time to harvest…to let go
strong, full of life,
in the light of the sun
to dream dreams

~kat

We did it together! Made it through a crazy year and lived to tell. I love how this ReVerse started with trepidation but ended on a high note! Thank you my friends for helping me craft the perfect look back over the past 365 days. 😊

Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you. So many glimmers. May the coming year be one of serendipitous moments and continued glimmers to keep you!

~kat

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And a look back at some of the year’s glimmers…


day 364

Rain in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills (a few moments of zen and healing) ~kat 2026
lying eyes
.
they
would like us all
to
accept their bold lies
to move on, surrender, get on with
our lives
but we can’t unsee it
the hot truth screaming
from our phones
her last words, her smile
kindness snuffed out in an instant
by hate wielding a gun, trained to kill,
from every angle, time-lapsed, freeze-framed
they can’t hide
we can’t,
won’t forget

~kat
In memory of Renee Nicole Good, may she rest in peace.



I woke this morning to rain. It will be an all day event. Gray, muted skies and the rhythmic tapping of raindrops on the soft, and growing softer, saturated ground.

I often view rain as tears from heaven. This weekend especially, it is fitting that the universe is bereft as it witnesses the horrors we humans inflict on one another by day and candlelit parks and byways, like stars fallen to the earth, flickering, as those seeking answers and justice gather shoulder to shoulder by night to remember the innocents lost to hate.

I’ll close today’s post with this second poem inspired by the rain…

raining tears
.
i
stand here looking
up
face drenched in raindrops
hiding the tears I’ve held for too long
cold, hot
wet, my raw eyes, burning
my heart breaking for
this world gone mad
may we all
find peace and healing
and the resolve to stand clear-eyed
in the breach between good and evil
unflinching and unblinking
united to take our country back
much love, peace,
healing,
and glimmers…

~kat
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I’m trying, truly trying to hold onto hope. This almost full year (one more day!) of glimmers has helped me. I hope if you have joined me on this quest, that the glimmers I’ve shared, and the ones you have discovered and shared with me as well, have helped you during this dark time. Keep the lights on my friends. 💚


(Pi Sequence poems using these digits to set syllable counts for each line: 3.14159265358979323)


day 363

What is your mission?

mission statement

my mission
is this…simply this
be present

~kat
(Lune poem: syllable count 3-5-3)

Sometimes the bravest, most courageous thing you can do is to simply be present. There is immense power packed in a pause, in several long, deep breaths. It’s healing, rejuvenating, centering.

I know, if you’re paying attention, you are likely exhausted by the never – ending barrage of bad news. I know. I feel it too. But if you don’t manage to eke out a moment for you today, I’m inviting you right now. Stop what you’re doing. Light a candle if you have one. And take a deep breath in, slowly exhale, and repeat…as many times as you need to remember who you are. BTW, you’re pretty amazing. It’s true.

Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you. I lit a candle for you. It’s your glimmer and a moment…presence…from me to you.

~kat

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day 362 ~ daily prompt

What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

Mr. Bean, age 24 years, hates getting photographed. He ruffles his feathers and hides when I pull out my phone. Smart boy!

long in tooth
.
gray
thinning hair, smile
lines,
soft belly, pale skin
the mirror tells a morbid story
one foot
in the grave, clock ticking
but my soul knows no age
she twinkles
from my clear blue eyes
that girl with big dreams, still reaching,
taking up space like she owns the place…
she’s earned it, every inch

~kat
(poem inspired by pi sequence syllable count: 3.1415926535897)

I tried to take a break from the news today. It has gone from bad to worse. And it never stops! I am outraged by recent events as the truth breaks through the lies. I plan to stay the course. To use my voice. And on that note, I caught a few seconds of Gabby singing the song of her tribe. In this world of liars, be a Gabby, pure, fearless, and brave as only a tiny little pint of a dog can be.

Much love, peace, kindness, and glimmers to you!

~kat

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Gabby…Call of the Wild (with Mr. Bean egging her on in the background!)

One more glimmer…you know you need it! Tonight’s beautiful, beautiful sky. As I gaze at the stars I imagine you, dear reader, looking at those same stars. Here’s looking at YOU! 💚😊💚


day 361


it’s not safe
.
but
fight the urge to
hide…
that is what they want
to terrify us into silence
please don’t
stop fighting for the truth
there is such a thing
even if
they say truth is dead

~kat

It would be so easy to hide away in my house in the foothills. The world has become a scary place. But I am sure that is exactly what DT and his minions want….to terrify us in order to silence us all into submission.

As tempting as it is, I know that I need to resist the urge to hide from the world. This world needs each one of us to shine the light of kindness, compassion, and truth. We need each other now more than ever.

Fear is what got us here. We can do better. Never forget.

~kat


(Another Pi sequence inspired poem using the following syllable count: 3.1415926535)