fires in the north rage on, turning the sun red smoke knows no borders
~kat
This time of year the western sky is often blush red and amber as the sun sets. But today the sun itself was crimson red. From the news I learned that this phenomenon is caused by smoke in the atmosphere from the wildfires in Canada. It was an odd sight. A glimmer if you will that reminded me that the earth does not concern herself with boundaries or walls or borders. We are all citizens of the world.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you wherever you hang your hat. I see you.
Before I call it a night one more glimmer. So rosy bright is the sun today that even the moon has taken on a golden pink hue. As under the sun by day, we all sleep under the same moon.
the air is cooler maple tree leaves are turning memories of home
~kat
Being a Midwest kid who transplanted to the eastern mid and south Atlantic regions of this country had been a culture shock when life first took me east. We spent the day yesterday driving by old neighborhoods, schools, unrecognizable downtown buildings that have either deteriorated, been renovated, or are no longer standing, paved over into a parking lot. It’s very weird. I didn’t grow up here, my partner and our friend did. It was so entertaining for me to hear them talk about the old haunts, stories of their wild teenage years, teachers that made an impact on them, their families, friends, and to feel their joy when discovering that some of the old dive bars that they hung out at were still standing and open for business! Memories. It was wonderful to watch them tour down memory lane.
We ended the day at a wonderful restaurant. Good food, great company, and engaging conversation. Needless to say as exhilarating as the day was, I was exhausted by the end of it, but this trip has been so good for both of our souls.
And we brought Gabby along too! She has been such a good little traveler. All around a good trip. Some of the interesting discoveries we have made on our walks around the hotel have been so interesting. So there are your glimmers. I know there is a skeleton of a small critter, maybe a squirrel, amidst the sights…I found it beautiful in the sense that it had been left undisturbed allowing nature to reclaim it along with the leaves now beginning to turn and fall around it.
four killed, nine wounded no good comes when armed solders march on native soil
~kat
Top on the itinerary for our time away was a stop at my partner’s Alma Mater, Kent State University, to visit the May 4th exhibit, a new addition to the campus. It is particularly poignant and chilling to consider how history seems to be repeating itself. It only took a week for this administration to arm the National Guard soldiers that wandered the National Mall of DC doing photo ops with tourists. It would seem that this was trump’s intent all along. Especially now that other democratic and sanctuary cities are next on his list of cities needing an armed occupation. We have seen this before. It does not end well. People will die. People did die.
May 4th happened during the time of Richard Nixon, when congress members still believed in the rule of law and the constitution; when congress members were brave (some would say had a spine), and served the people. They say that those who refuse to learn the lessons of history are doomed to repeat it. It’s sobering to consider what is at stake, and how close we are to repeating some of the dark pages of our history.
Today’s glimmer is bitter sweet. It is truth and history, and places like the exhibit I visited today. They are glimmers of light to help bring us back to our senses, to give us the opportunity to learn from our mistakes so that we avoid making those mistakes again. May we learn. May we act. May we redirect ourselves before another tragedy happens.
much love, peace, and glimmers to you,
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
Photo by Kat Myrman 2025Photo by Kat Myrman 2025
Poetry Form today: Haiku 5/7/5 syllables per each line.
here in the rustbelt the air smells industrial no hint of sweetness
~kat
Well…we’re traveling this weekend. The vegetation in Virginia where we live has a distinct sweet scent to it that is noticeable when traveling long distances state to state. We are hundreds of miles from home in the “rust belt”. It has been interesting to notice that the air in Ohio where we are currently smells different…there is an industrial metallic tinge in the air. Chicago, where I grew up, has its own scent…
Just because the air is less fragrant I still managed to find a glimmer. A leaf from a nearby cottonwood tree. It’s in one of my favorite shapes…a beautiful heart!
Much love, peace and glimmers wherever you find yourself!
their retribution knows no bounds no resolution may be found their injury, whether faux or real seeks recompense, but here’s the deal revenge is not a one and done they’ll hunt you down ‘til kingdom come and even once you’re dead and gone they’ll trash your name, decry your wrongs made up or real, it matters not the point is that it’s not forgot if you have kids woe to them all they’ll bear the brunt after you fall of fabricated, vague connects there’ll be no end to hate unchecked until their vapid soul descends to bitter hell to join their friends lamenting each raw deal endured how they were blameless, never heard how sad that innocents have borne their cruelty and vicious scorn vile to the core, intent to destroy sad little men who act like boys
~kat
Today was a cacophony of horribles. The revenge tour has commenced by raiding the home and office of one of the top persons on the enemy list ( that they claim doesn’t exist ), the testimony of maxwell, the evil sex trafficker was released, sort of…selectively…everyone and no one did anything unseemly to young girls, or so this convicted criminal perjurer says…a military official who made the mistake of accurately reporting that damage done by trumps supposed bombing and annihilation of Iran’s nuclear stockpile was fired today, the Epstein files…remember those? The deadline came and went and congress finally received a stack of previously released documents…nothing new to see here folks…all while the national guard troops wandering the streets in the capital will now be armed…what could possibly go wrong…and coming soon to a democratic city near you…hey there Chicago…and you too New York. Did I miss anything….honestly this all happened today…oh and the supreme leader has traded in his maga hat for a new message…”Trump was right about everything”…of course, whatever you say Donnie boy. It’s easy to be right about everything when you fire all the truth tellers and rewrite history. Don’t even go there…what they’re planning to do to our Smithsonian artifacts and history…that was yesterday’s news. There is no way around it folks. The worse things that could happen, have.
It’s happening. The final labored breaths of democracy. I’m not sure how to act. The sun still rose today. I logged in to work like i do every day. Deer and turkeys and hummingbirds wandered by my window. My African violet popped out another flower. Maybe that’s the point. In the midst of a horrible, awful day, nature reminds me that life goes on…I need to focus on the day. It’s likely to get worse before it gets better. But it’s a waste of living to worry about it. There is air to be breathed, the music of the wind to lose myself in, and to dance. Everything else is noise.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
I know I vacillate between doom and joy these days. With today being heavy on the doom. It’s just reality. Not pretty right now, but I feel called to use this space to document what is happening…should anyone read my words at some future date….but for glimmers…that’s how I intend to get to the other side.
This young female cardinal, resting in the heat of the day. August 22, 2015. ~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
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