January 18, 2025

Day 18…the natives are restless

By Kat Myrman 
deep freeze thaw

rustling thickets
wild wanderers outing
the world at dawn

~kat 

A magnetic poetry haiku - nature kit online.

Eighteen days of glimmers…so far…which just goes to show you…even on the most dreadful of days it is possible to find glimmers amidst triggers of angst. Glimmers give one pause, a moment to breathe, to regain a smidgen of sanity, a brief detour from chaos, respite for the soul.

I view this time as training for the calamitous, unfolding, unknowable known ahead, because in fact we’ve been here before…but this time promises to be exponentially more out of control. We’re going to need every glimmer we can muster to survive the coming years and to thrive clear-headed with determination to be love, light, empathy, truth-bearers, and defenders of freedom, liberty, and hope. I’m pressing myself to find glimmers every day and to share them here with you. 365 days of glimmers? I’m determined to ferret out the light in the darkness and cling to hope for us all.

A side note as we embark on this journey…I have noticed that a good many glimmers have been from nature thus far. I have pondered this and want to explore what I realized even more. Anyone who has ever happened upon a dilapidated shed in the middle of nowhere swallowed by vines, tree saplings and moss, or a sidewalk mangled, cracked, and rendered impassable by a the roots of a tree, or even layers of cracking asphalt with flowers sprouting from the loam beneath, knows that nature knows how to reclaim what is hers. She can be our model and guide. She has much wisdom to share if we’re paying attention!

And so with that charge in mind…Peace and glimmers to you!

~kat

More glimmers from last night into this morning…the natives on Bramlett Mountain are restless! 🥰✨✨✨

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January 17, 2025

Day 17

By Kat Myrman

Sometimes glimmers are gold! Last summer our feeders will filled with goldfinches. So we did a little research an learned that they love thistle seeds. So…as we do for the variety of wild visitors to our property, we set up a dedicated thistle seed tree for our new friends. You can see how popular that became in the photo below…

Then in September Hurricane Helene came roaring through! After days of a dangerous winds and massive rain here in the Blur Ridge foothills, our beloved little golden friends disappeared. 😟 I left the feeders up for months. No goldfinches came. We were heartbroken thinking they may have perished in the storm. We never gave up hoping they might return but I put away the seed to protect them from the weather. And then this week…

So…I set up the thistle seed feeders once again and they are back! A good number of them. And I am so happy and encouraged and reminded that we should always hold on to hope! Never give up!

Here’s another little one peaking around the seed bag… makes me smile, reminds me to breath…a big deep breath.

And finally a poem… peace and glimmers to you!!! Golden glimmers!!!! ✨

golden homecoming

finches have returned 
gold flutters at the feeders
bellies thistle full
we thought they’d perished last fall
when the hurricane raged through

~kat

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January 17, 2025

Day 16…oops fell asleep

By Kat Myrman

Not gonna lie. This has been one of those weeks…IYKYK. But that doesn’t mean there were no bright moments. Enter this little guy. Mr Bean. He has been a member of this brood for over 23 years…yes Sun Conures do live a long time. He’s loud, wacky, affectionate (when he wants to be) and even says a few words…good boy, thank you, you’re welcome, perfect (because apparently I say that a lot…in a good, not sarcastic way…don’t hate me because most of the time I’m an obnoxious, optimistic ray of sunshine!!! 😂🤪), he laughs like I do, and when I sneeze or cough he joins me in solidarity. He is also the ring leader, imitating our puppy howling outbursts. We call him our guard bird. If that is not a glimmer…in other words, he is a resident glimmer in my life…I don’t know what is! Love you Bean! Peace and glimmers to you. I’m off to find today’s glimmer. TGIF!

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January 16, 2025

Day 15

By Kat Myrman

It was obvious today that there is a full moon wreaking havoc…but true to my promise to myself I managed to capture a glimmer of whimsy. We set up a new coffee/tea station and the sugar bowl I ordered just arrived…presenting…our “elephant in the room”…a timely interloper in times like these, don’t you think?! Peace and glimmers to you…and elephants…you know they’re everywhere. 😉😃🤪

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January 14, 2025

Day 14 ~ a detour

By Kat Myrman 
when enough isn’t 

a glimmer of hope
is enough to ignore
a full bottle of pills
whispering in the dark
a glimmer illuminates 
the breadth and depth 
of the abyss and the edge
where cold toes grip
teetering against gravity
hope is no small thing
it is fragile, like rice paper
translucent, a parting of
the veil offering a glimpse 
of the rhyme and reason
for a life unspent, adversity 
holding a royal flush, 
ante up, lay your bet, truth
or dare, don’t pull the trigger
it’s your move, the waiting
just a thought simmering
a thread to hang on
a glimmer of hope is enough 
reason to stay in the game

~kat

Sorry for this detour from bright glimmer gleaning. Writing is my way of working through stuff…I was tempted to use an expletive here…shit…there I said it. It’s grueling to sit front row to the suffering of someone you care about.

Living in the presence of invisible chronic pain feels like balancing on the point of a needle. It is like watching the last shards of sand tumbling through the narrow passage of an hourglass, only to be flipped just in time by hope, even a glimmer is enough. I live and pray for those glimmers for those who suffer, but it’s not up to me to decide when enough is enough.  And I worry every day that I’m not.

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