Category Archives: Spirituality

March 8, 2025

day 67

By Kat Myrman 
bleating wolves…a cautionary tale

there once was a flock herd of gullible sheep
who trusted a wolf who had learned how to bleat
their best instincts, ignored
they leaned in to hear more
the wolf snarled, “mutton’s my favorite meat!”

~kat

You know what they say…if it’s too good to be true, well then, it probably is. We humans are so easily duped. If something is sensational or shiny enough we fall for it every time! This of course makes us especially vulnerable to con artists and charlatans. These types rarely have our best interests at heart. And so, today’s limerick is a cautionary tale for our times.

All things glittery are not glimmers. I generally take my cues from nature, the seasons, and the stars when judging whether a glimmer is true. The natural world is honest and without malevolence. One day you realize that you that you have much more in common with the natural world than you ever thought..or were taught to believe. When that happens it will be much harder for the wool to be pulled over your eyes. Your intuition will confirm what is real.

Peace, Love, and the truest of true Glimmers to you!

~kat

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March 8, 2025

Day 66 ~ grace

By Kat Myrman 
hubris

i woke up at dawn
so to see the sun rising
as if, just for me
but even when I sleep in
the sun fills the sky with light

~kat

Just sharing a thought that crossed my mind recently in my quest for glimmers. Glimmers are best when they are unexpected, and especially when they touch us, but not because they are presenting themselves to us personally. Such vanity…such hubris! Glimmers do what they do. They are best when we take the time and stop to notice their light and goodness.

The sun rising each day, the way a cool breeze feels on bare skin, the sound of birdsong, the sweet smell of ground-soaked rain…these wonders do not exist for me alone. I am learning as I pause to reflect on these daily glimmers that the gift of gratefulness is a powerful grace that feeds my soul in these moments. I am learning to be less expectant, more present, and more delighted by that grace as I learn to shed my self-centered tendencies as I embrace the world unfolding obliviously around me. Not just for me. But a precious gift that is life for us all!

Peace, love, and simple glimmers to you.

~kat

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March 6, 2025

day 64…slightly delayed

By Kat Myrman 

whispers from the ash heap

nobody noticed
when the dust settled
drifting into nooks and cracks
coating shelves and knickknacks 
nobody noticed 
when everything slowly faded 
under a dull gray hue

we have forgotten 
we are stardust and light
we are bone and sinew
blood and flesh infused
with the eternal spirit of love
living, breathing beacons 
with potential for goodness 

nobody noticed 
as we languished 
under the ash heaps 
of history repeating
we have forgotten 
what we are made of 
we have forgotten 
who we are...

~kat

This one ruminated for a while in my head, eking out in pieces…I needed to sleep in it to bring it to the page. The glimmer for day 64…remember, remember who you are. Don’t let anyone tell you that you are less than…

Peace, Live, and Glimmers to you!

~kat

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March 1, 2025

day 60

By Kat Myrman 
peanut wars 

an attempted murder, two crows in a tree
waiting for peanuts, provided by me
‘til a party of jays 
came to spoil their buffet
it’s a murder now, two crows are three

~kat

I love my crows. There are two regulars that visit me in the morning. They call for me if I’m not outside. It’s peanuts they crave. I have a station set up for them far from the feeders that I reserve for the smaller birds…the finches, wrens, phoebes, starlings, cardinals, nuthatches, juncos, and tits. The crows used to intimidate my smaller guests so it seemed like a good compromise. And for a time the crows loved this arrangement and were happy to leave my community feeders alone. That is until the Blue Jays discovered the peanut station. Now mornings consist of alternating dive bombs to the tray. My faithful duo of crows call for backup. Just one more makes them a formidable murder…sometimes there are more. The jays are obnoxious and fast, but the crows are fierce. Eventually the jays disburse and the crows enjoy their morning treat.

There is an obnoxious party of jays looking to take what is not theirs from the crows. But there is a fine tipping point when a pair of crows becomes a formidable opposition. We need to remember we are not alone…we have each other and when we band together those seeking to overtake us cannot win. Today’s glimmer…find the others and stand together.

Peace, love, and glimmers to you. You’re not alone…together we win.

Occasionally we have an uncommon visitor to the feeders. This is a beautiful Red-Bellied Woodpecker.

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February 28, 2025

day 59 ~ exploring the cleave

By Kat Myrman 
it’s okay…I’m ok…everything’s okay

it will be okay | there will be collateral 
the morning sun is bright | shine a light
the sky is blue | expose the lies
the birds are singing | people will perish
wake up, stretch | as they flex their hatred
take a walk amidst the trees | and burn things down
deep breath…deep breath | don’t exhale 
embrace sweet routine | as chaos churns
a day like every other | unprecedented cruelty and power
work, play, rest, repeat | their malevolent goal
here in our bubbles | no one is safe
clinging to normal | democracy is dying
make bread | those starving for justice
sip sweet tea | long for peace
dawn to dusk | dusk to darkness
as the world spins | the sky is falling

~kat~

It’s been more than a minute since I tried my hand at a Cleave Poem. Described as three poems in one it is written in two contrasting side by side columns also designed to be read fully, line by line across both columns. What you see above is the total view.  But I’m going to break it down for you below as well…three poems in one. Truly a format fitting for times such as this. Cling to every glimmer you can muster. It’s not being delusional…it is survival!

Cleave poem breakdown part 1:

it’s okay…

it will be okay

the morning sun is bright

the sky is blue

the birds are singing

wake up, stretch

take a walk amidst the trees

deep breath…deep breath

embrace sweet routine

a day like every other

work, play, rest, repeat

here in our bubbles

clinging to normal

make bread

sip sweet tea

dawn to dusk

as the world spins

Cleave poem breakdown part 2:

I’m ok…?

there will be collateral 

shine a light

expose the lies

people will perish

as they flex their hatred

and burn things down

don’t exhale 

as chaos churns

unprecedented cruelty and power

their malevolent goal

no one is safe

democracy is dying

those starving for justice

long for peace

dusk to darkness

the sky is falling

And now jump back to the top and read the entire poem line by line…3 very different poems in one.

Peace, love, and glimmers to you…be kindness and hope for someone today. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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