Category Archives: Lune

January 9, 2026

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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January 5, 2026

day 359

By Kat Myrman

delight

horizons
glowing red at dusk
cast fair dawns

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

As I was wrapping up my day job I noticed that the trees outside my eastern-facing window were a lovely warm color. This usually means another spectacular sunset! Needless to say, as soon as I shut down my computer I grabbed my phone and headed outside to capture a photo of the western horizon. In that moment nothing mattered but the sky, how beautiful it was, and breathing. I realized that I did not do a good job of breathing through the day, sidelined by this stressor or that.

Skies like this are fleeting. It only takes a few minutes for the sun to slip lower on the horizon and the peak sunset display to fade. Tonight was a good night. I didn’t miss it. I needed to lose myself in its splendor. And to remember that silly rhyme…”red sky at night, sailor’s delight…” It was like the universe was saying to me, though the dark night is coming, so is the dawn, clear and bright!” I needed that.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

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August 26, 2025

day 236

By Kat Myrman

a day 

diamonds
at dawn, and at dusk
crimson skies

~kat

It’s been there all along, everyday. Shimmering glimmers at dawn when the rising sun bounces off the juniper tree leaves just so….and again at dusk when the sun drops past the horizon lighting the sky with a fire show! It happens everyday and all I need to do is notice it.

Noticing glimmers shuts out the cacophony of the world’s craziness, you know… and if you didn’t know, trust me. It does!

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you! The kind that stops you in your tracks and takes your breath away.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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July 27, 2025

a belated day 205

By Kat Myrman

a series of lunes amidst a mercurial retrograde
(3/5/3 words or syllables)

when the ink
on history’s page has dried
future plagiarists repeat

just because
the sun has risen
there is joy

consider your story
every detail, good and bad
to find yourself

tell me lies
because truth scares me
I need bliss

many things
offer us a choice
choose wisely 

I stopped counting
stars, for there were many
and cruel acts

let us join
the revolution 
compassion

I stopped listening
the moment you started speaking
listen to yourself

dawn’s first light
shines brighter than at midday
we grow complacent 

memories of ago
should be dwelled on sparingly
life is now

~kat

Once again I ran out of daylight yesterday and missed my midnight glimmer deadline. You shall have two today. This belated offering and my weekly reverse.

When I was younger I was quite the night owl, able to burn the midnight oil and often most prolific in the wee 3 am hours when only shift workers and witches frolic under the stars. As I wind down toward the end of another decade I am finding myself drifting off mid-verse.

It’s a lesson that I am coming to terms with. Waiting until the end of my too busy schedule to write is less doable. Dawn has become a fertile time for me now, forcing me to shift my clock a bit. The inspiration is much more coherent after I have slept on it. 😴 I am learning to embrace this new season…as my blond hair shimmers gray, my body softens and slows down, and the lines on my face grow deeper; a sign of many, many smiles. That girl in the mirror is an old lady now, but her eyes haven’t changed. That spark shines brighter than ever.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you…

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

For today’s…or rather yesterday’s glimmer, I give you a glimpse into the convening of our resident artist’s consortium…nap time for me (I’m finding I need more of that on weekends these days) and next to me Frankie vigorously pruning herself…no doubt working on her next furball creation! Clearing inspiration is bubbling to the surface! 🤣🤣🤣 Life is good here in the foothills! 😊

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July 9, 2025

day 188

By Kat Myrman

I wonder…

if I lied
would anyone know,
would they care?

truth these days
is hard to believe…
hard to tell

don’t worry
I won’t confuse you
with the truth

ignorance
is bliss isn’t it?
carry on

~kat

I’m honest to a fault. Truly. If I even tell a little white lie to spare someone’s feelings…things like, “what a beautiful baby!” or “No, that dress doesn’t make you look fat…” or “I don’t know who told that! Santa Claus IS real!” You get the gist. Even these little breaches keep me up at night, so I avoid being dishonest at all cost.

Which makes me wonder, when did the truth become treason and lies become gospel? It didn’t happen overnight. Slowly the liars among us repeated the lies and spread them like a virus. The most salacious ones get devoured by the masses looking for a way to fuel their outrage. Hate takes a lot of energy after all. Exposure to a constant barrage of lies day in, day out, desensitizes us to them. Talk about keeping us up all night! 😳

The one thing I cling to is truth. No one can take it from me or anyone else, for that matter. Truth is absolute. It’s not up for debate. It doesn’t require belief or opinion to validate it. It just is. And there is one thing i do know to be true beyond a shadow of doubt…there’s a whole lotta lying going on. I hope we can find our way back to honesty and integrity. A girl can hope!

Much love, peace, and glimmers of truth to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Today’s glimmer…a few photos of the twin fawns I mentioned several weeks ago. I wasn’t imagining them, hallucinating, or lying to you! Most definitely not that! 😊