Category Archives: Life Lessons

May 14, 2025

day 133

By Kat Myrman

A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth

sheltered from the rain
a moth perched under the eaves
‘twas a moist owlet!

~kat 😄

I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.

It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants. 

Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again!  Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha

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

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May 12, 2025

day 131

By Kat Myrman 
gramma hugs

Does this make me look fat?
my obsession began as a daughter
stuffed into clothes 
that wrapped my curves too tightly
I learned to hide behind dark tents
of fabric, my soft skin growing pale
under the weight of loathing 
You’re not leaving this table
until you clean your plate…
subliminal mandates haunt me still
burning a hole in my soul 
that demand to be obeyed, 
then despised in an unhealthy
cycle of too plenty and growling want 
against intrusive reflections 
that distort my perspective, 
rendering me less than…diminishing 
the beautiful light that chokes for air
beneath layers of flesh, a battle waged
for nearly half a century, somehow
cured instantly, by the tender words 
of a toddler, with eyes blue like mine, 
nestled close, pressed against 
my soft belly, head near my heart,
wrapped in my ample arms…
I love you Gramma…
and I realize, I was made for this.

~kat

I was a chubby kid. The yo-yo battle between thin and fat started in my teens. Weight has been a relentless foe for most of my life. Those rare seasons when I was able to shed weight happened only because I stopped eating…well mostly. I subsisted on hard boiled eggs, water and lettuce…and a few strawberries to treat myself, which of course is not particularly healthy or sustainable. I am older and supposedly wiser these days but that doesn’t mean I defeated those demons that haunt me still. But I am working toward being healthy. And today’s recounts a true story…the words of a toddler that saved me. Excessive dieting is not the answer to improving my health. That “I love you” murmured from the mouth of a mere babe set me on a path of embracing my curves because, you do understand, don’t you…grandmas that are soft and squishy around the middle give the best pillowy hugs…💕

Much love, peace and glimmers to you…soft squishy hugs count! 😉

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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May 11, 2025

Day 130

By Kat Myrman 
to be a sparrow 

I want to believe
that my life matters
in this anonymous, 
faceless world 
where we have grown
suspicious of touch
where kindness 
and empathy are
a four-letter Word
I need a hug and
a good, long, ugly cry
to cleanse myself
of the sadness 
that overwhelms me
in what we have become
if there is a god…
may I learn to be one
who never wonders
if there will be enough
who rises at dawn
with a song on her lips
may I learn to be a sparrow

~kat

much love, peace, and glimmers to you! ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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May 10, 2025

day 129

By Kat Myrman 
just an old lady

I am a universe
a constellation of scars
black holes of abuse 
cratered by the meteoric blows
of broken men rendered powerless 
who felt eclipsed in my presence
my heart broken and mended 
time and again
I am a miracle of nature 
a patchwork of sorrow
a brilliant supernova of ecstasy 
my body is a life-supporting orb
its outer space a Milky Way 
of stretch marks
that trace paths across 
the soft landscape of my core 
where life bloomed again and again
erupting into new universes
as well as a shooting star
that left a trail of tears 
falling under the weight of gravity 
before disappearing into the night
I am the sun, warm, radiant, fierce,
and the moon, a reflection of all 
that is true, with the power to 
shift tides that erode stone set
in place for centuries, reclaiming
their course shards into the deep, 
leaving a soft, cool surface 
for children to sink their feet
I am a mystery, I am an open book
my eyes, pools of compassion, 
my voice dripping pearls of wisdom,
I am love, I am hate, I am day, I am night
some will say, 
oh, she is just an old woman
but lean in a little closer my dears
and you will see…I am a universe

~kat

It’s Mother’s Day weekend here in the US. It’s weird this year. So much of what we fought for in my youth is being eroded away by those who dream of the world before women were given rights. It wasn’t that long ago that women couldn’t own property, obtain credit, vote, or make health decisions for themselves. How quickly things slip away when we take them for granted.

And so, we celebrate mothers this weekend. If you are fortunate enough to have a loving mother who is still in your life, cherish her. Be sure to tell her that you appreciate her. And if your life is complicated…i wish you peace and healing.

Much love and glimmers to you. Today was a cool spring day. That was glimmer enough for me. I hope the sun is shining wherever you are.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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May 8, 2025

day 127

By Kat Myrman 
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 ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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