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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 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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January 11, 2025

Day 10…Delayed

By Kat Myrman 
when hope is just a glimmer 

there will sometimes be days
just like this one has been
a long twenty four hours 
that drags on without end
a bleak, languishing dirge 
I assure you my friend
it won’t last, it just won’t 
because dusk’s round the bend
and the night, and sweet dreams
you can hang on ‘til then
just remember to breathe
a deep breath slowly in
then sit for a moment 
while remembering when
you have been here before
find your center of zen
exhale all your troubles
repeat, do it again
until you feel peace
and calm settling in 
please don’t fret, you’ll be fine
it’s a lot to take in
when the world’s spinning wild
no beginning or end

there will sometimes be days
just like this one has been
it won’t last, it just won’t 
I assure you my friend

peace and glimmers to you…

~kat

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November 15, 2020

Sunday’s ReVerse – 15 November 2020

By Kat Myrman

Well…I waited a few weeks to have enough poems to do a proper ReVerse. I am not surprised at the twists and turns of each line and the ultimate hopeful tone.

The truth is, things are pretty chaotic right now with the pandemic raging out of control and our current President acting badly, lying, stirring his sycophants into rage and denial of reality. But oh…reality! It holds a spark of hope.

In the not too distant future we have a chance to get things right. We have a chance to move past the nightmare of the last few years and dare I say it…to dream again. Maybe even realize a few of those dreams…justice, equality, opportunity for all, restoration for our planet, mended relationships with our allies, accountability for those with hostile intentions, foreign and domestic. Not to mention the cracks in the glass ceiling more pronounced than ever…a woman vice-president for American girls, and especially girls of color to aspire to. The future holds a lot of promise and could be a reality if we nurture it and tend it. If we believe.

The last poem I wrote before today was inspired by a Celtic tradition, “telling the bees”, practiced by bee-keepers over the ages. It is customary to keep the bees in the loop especially in the wake of important news…births, deaths, marriage, and in this case, in my case the results of our recent election and the coming inauguration of our new “bee-keeper”. This is very important news indeed for the bees to know. Bees are a sensitive lot, messengers between us the the spiritual realm. The slightest thing can upset them, causing them to flee the hive, stop producing honey or worse, perish. Telling the bees keeps things in balance and sets the stage for good fortune.

I was sitting outside reading and rereading this poem aloud tweaking it here and there. To my surprise a honey bee showed up and landed on my hand. And stupid me…reflexively I shooed it away until I came to my senses and realized what I had just done. I called out to that little bee, and apologized for my rudeness and would you believe, it came back alighted on my hand once more. For a few seconds we shared a moment, the bee and me. It was magical. And believe me…it is true. Cross my heart, I’m not making this up.

Now I don’t know if you believe in this sort of thing, but I’m going to take that moment as a sign that my little friend heard me. That good fortune is on its way. And because of that I am feeling more hopeful than I have in quite a long while.

Here’s to a new week. To new beginnings. To life and health. To truth and compassion. To healing and justice. Namasté.
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Sunday’s ReVerse – 15 November 2020

their slow sad voices repeating
it’s the trees
clouds drench the hollow
we have a voice in what’s at stake
the cold air is thin
but it will all be over soon
we can cling to the promise of spring
the dawn is coming
we trust our higher angels
to mend our brokenness, to reach
to fill our honey jars of clay

~kat
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A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week (or in this case a review from several weeks’ poems).

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