like mercury colliding...

July 12, 2025

days 190 – 191

the veil

we are just a breath away 
the veil skims against our skin
a cardinal sings nearby as if to say
we are just a breath away
when it’s our time we’ll fight to stay
make the most of life ‘til then
we are just a breath away 
the veil skims against our skin

seeing beauty

there is beauty all around
everywhere our eyes can see
wondrous signs of life and sounds
there is beauty all around
glimmers waiting to be found
sunlight shimmering through trees
there is beauty all around
everywhere our eyes can see

~kat

We had another visitor to these woods. I’m thinking now that it wasn’t the full moon, but a mammal large enough to bend iron…very much like the last time, that had all the turkeys and birds and squirrels, and deer all freaked out. Both bird feeding stations were decimated, seed scattered on the ground. Some have speculated that it was a black bear. Not uncommon for this region. Typically though, they stay clear of populated areas.

I walked the property to see if I could find any prints or other markers to assess the species of our inhospitable guest, but the ground was too dry from the heat wave we’ve been having. As I rounded the corner I saw a tiny house wren fledgling perched on the edge of a water bowl. It hopped down but appeared to be injured. Fell out of a nest perhaps. I managed to scoop it up safely in a box and we took it to the wildlife rehab center.

On the way back home we found ourselves stranded in stopped traffic. Just ahead emergency crews were rescuing accident victims and tow vehicles loading what was left of the crushed vehicles that appeared to have collided head on at a curve in the road. We hope the victims all recover.

We never know when we wake up each morning whether that new day will be our last. It’s a sobering reminder to make the most of every moment that we are still living and breathing, and to be kind when opportunities invite us to intercede on behalf of another living soul. None of us are promised tomorrow.

Much love, peace and glimmers to you. I hope to see you tomorrow!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Poetry form: Triolet

A (first line)
B (second line)
a (rhymes with first line)
A (repeat first line)
a (rhymes with first line)
b (rhymes with second line)
A (repeat first line)
B (repeat second line)

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July 10, 2025

day 189 – just a glimmer (updated)

By Kat Myrman

Full Buck Moon on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025

buck moon

the full moon rises
backlighting tree canopies
lunacy ensues

~kat

I’m afraid I dozed off before I could add a little verse last night. The critters, especially the turkeys on our property were absolutely bonkers last night. I was concerned there might be something scary in the woods spooking them all. Turns out it was probably the full moon…at least I’m hoping so. Missed seeing the hen and her poult yesterday. While I haven’t named all my visitors I do take a mental roll call every day. The downside of living in a thriving forest ecosystem, I suppose. Some may fall prey to predators. Nature…magnificent and terrifying but all in community as part of the myriad cycles of lie.

Thinking out loud as I often do…so unlike communities across this country dealing with people being disappeared…a server at a diner, coffee pot left unemptied into waiting cups, gone cold, yard equipment left unattended in partially unkempt lawns, crops left to rot in fields.

This has nothing to do with a thriving ecosystem and there truly are monsters hiding in wait to snatch vulnerable innocents. As I whisper to the critters outside my window…stay safe my loves and look out for each other.

Much love, peace, protection and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

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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! 😊

Poetry form: the Lune. 3/5/3 in word count or syllable count.

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July 8, 2025

day 187

By Kat Myrman

just a glimmer
is all that it takes
to spark hope

~kat
(a Lune Poem 3/5/3 (syllables or word count)

I do not have a green thumb. Houseplants come to my home to die. Last summer we had nurtured a potted banana tree plant from a few feet tall to over four feet, with a huge dose of help from Mother Nature. The warm wet climate here loves plants and we were able to keep it outside in the garden where it thrived.

As temperatures started to dip close to freezing we brought the tree inside to winter until spring. After a month or so I noticed that a thin layer of mold had developed on the soil. The treatment we applied to eliminate the mold took our beautiful banana tree with along with the mold. By winter’s end it had withered to a lone stalk. By spring only a seemingly dead root ball remained. I moved the barren pot outside to the porch. Thinking we might plant another…lessons learned, hopefully we’d manage to survive winter next time.

To my surprise I began to notice several sprouts pushing up from around the base of the root ball. I gave it a lovely spot with plenty of afternoon sun and as you can see, my beleaguered banana tree is thriving (with even a few more baby sprouts emerging nearby.)

Every time I look at it, I feel a sense of hope. It seemed as if all was lost. I had killed it, I thought, due to my inexperience and aforementioned ungreen thumb. But it decided to give me another chance. And I am not taking this privilege lightly. It was grace that dared to trust me when I’ve failed in the past. I am grateful for the glimmer of hope this gives.

And in light of the current calamitous destruction we are witnessing in our world I am encouraged to hope. Even if all seems lost, may we be bestowed with a dose of grace; enough to feed our souls to rebuild and reclaim our lives after the dust has settled. Today’s glimmer is that four letter word that gives everything meaning and purpose…hope.

Much love, peace, and hope-infused glimmers to you.

~kat

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July 8, 2025

day 186

By Kat Myrman

More creatures enter the scene…

nature’s dark side
is fierce, magnificent perfection where
survival is life

~kat

I was delighted to see a rabbit and her young stop by the feeders this evening.

But not far from the scene a black rat snake slithered out from under a nearby log. He was on a mission making his way across the yard toward the hummingbird station.

I watched him as he watched the hummers flitting for a sip and zipping away. No harm…I thought at first but he was a bit too intense in his glare. When he shifted into a coiled position I decided to intervene by spraying water on him to send him on his way. I discovered just how fast this predator is as he rushed away from me and hid under a propane tank nearby. He’s out there. He’s always been out there. But now I know. I’ll be watching. At the ready to defend, but I also know that he will manage to hit his mark when I am not looking. It’s survival after all. Nothing personal. And I have to admit that he is a beautiful specimen. I watched him for almost an hour, fascinated by his skilled stalking method. I just don’t care to watch him eat.