Monthly Archives: January 2017

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 January 2017

Happy Sunday! Winter’s fury has descended upon many parts of my country. The weather forecasters and government authorities warn us to stay inside where it’s safe. And we know they’re right. We are reminded they are right by the sound of spinning tires on ice screaming from the silence late at night and by reports of stranded drivers and multiple car pile ups on the evening news. Some people just don’t heed the warnings. But not me. I’m happy to spend the day in my pajamas, eating and drinking warm things and napping between sappy movie binges. Staying safe is bliss!

But after a few days of slugging around behind my sterile four walls, I need a break, if for no other reason than to replenish my dwindling supply of milk and bread. So I dig myself out, venture past my neighborhood into the light of day and join the masses of other cabin fever sufferers who clog the highways and byways, narrow grocery aisles and shopping malls.

We are so predictable aren’t we? So predictable that we are easily convinced to take the safe route. Master manipulators hungry for power are well aware of our weakness. “Let us take care of things for you,” they say, “We’ll make the world great for you again. Let us tend to he details. Stay inside your tiny worlds where you feel safe. Let us handle things. We know things you don’t.”

But eventually it’s time to dig out, because for the world to hum, to thrive, to be great requires our participation. We need to join the masses. There are shopping malls to haunt, restaurants to patronize and grocery stores stocked to the rafters with milk and bread. No one can take care of the details for us. We are the ones who keep things humming.

So as we venture out after the storm, past soot-blackened snow mounds, scary ice patches and bumper to bumper uncomfortable closeness with strangers, with others, it helps to remember that, like us, they are doing their part too.

I’m guessing we’d miss each other if one of us didn’t show up…even the ones who didn’t heed the warnings. And I’m guessing we want us all to arrive safely wherever it is we’re heading.

Stay safe, stay warm…and stay in the game. We need you.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 January 2017

beautiful rain at dawn
flattened area under a tree.
lately is not late
time is a tyrant
early birds will lose
all it takes is a head spin
the sum of our parts
flowers and people
it’s not the destination
earth beneath resting
I got here just in time!

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem 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 shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a  glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week. 😊


Seasoning – Part 23

cup-of-tea

Cup of Tea by Walter Granville Smith

“Well now! I got here just in time! I smell breakfast!” Helen announced as she removed her overcoat placing it over the back of a chair.

Hannah was mortified but relieved that Helen mentioned only breakfast. She rushed to the stove to prepare an extra plate.

“Bring me a cup of that coffee Henry. You know, our neighbor Marjorie called to tell me about the fire.”

“Oh yes, the fire and the storm. It was a bad one.” Henry handed her a cup of coffee adding, “Thank goodness for Marjorie and Joseph. They were here within minutes. The house might have been damaged if not for them!”

Helen patted the chairs on her left and right, motioning Henry and Hannah to join her at the table. She smiled at Hannah, “Oh yes…” she continued, a lilt in her voice, “Marjorie did mention that awful storm and the fire. Such good neighbors, don’t you think Hannah?

Hannah startled at the mention of her name, “Yes ma’am. They have been very helpful, especially Marjorie.

Helen continued, “Well, I must say I’m glad to be rid of those monstrous trees. The house looks much better from the street without them,” she paused eying the two of them while taking a sip of coffee, “But if you must know, it is the other fire smoldering under this roof that brought me here. I had to come see for myself. Tell me, how are you two getting on? When I left, I must say I was worried…”

Henry glanced at Hannah’s flushed face. Her eyes met his, pleadingly. Hoping to change the subject Henry asked, “And how is dear Aunt Millie? I hope she is doing well…”

“Oh, she’s fine Henry. She’ll outlive us all. You didn’t answer my question brother dear.”

”We’re getting on just fine Helen. I didn’t realize how badly I needed a housekeeper. Hannah has done a fine job. I should thank you for making the arrangements to bring her here.”

“And…?” Helen pried.

“I’m not sure what Marjorie told you, Helen. You know Marjorie. She’s a dear, but full of stories.”

“Yes, I do know Marjorie.” Helen looked at Hannah, “Tell, me Hannah, how are things going? Has my brother changed that dark attitude of his.”

Avoiding eye contact Hannah spoke softly, “Things are fine Helen. Henry has been very kind. A gentleman.” Looking directly at Helen, hoping to change the subject, Hannah added, “I was able to get the garden cleared and the soil turned and I’ve been working on a plan for planting come spring.”

Helen tapped her fingers on the table. These two were hiding something. She knew it. She felt it. Marjorie did have a tendency to exaggerate, but sitting her between the two of them allowed her to see things for herself. Not to mention that she found them locked in each other’s arms, laughing when she arrived. She was growing impatient. “Henry, a word with you…” she stood up and walked into the parlor.

Henry stood to follow her, pausing to squeeze Hannah’s hand reassuringly. “Yes, sister dear, I’m coming.”

Once in the parlor, Helen glared at her brother, “I need you to be honest with me Henry. I know what I saw when I came in the door. You had best not be taking advantage of that dear girl.”

Insulted and hurt Henry lashed back, “I can’t believe you think I would be such a scoundrel Helen. I can assure you that I have been a gentleman when it comes to Hannah.<

“People are talking Henry. I have eyes and ears here you know. And what I saw with my own eyes when I walked in this morning. Well…”

“Well nothing, Helen! Not that it is any of yours or anyone else’s business, I am quite fond of Hannah. This much is true. But let me be clear, nothing improper is happening under this roof. If this is the reason you came, to catch us in some scandal, I am afraid you wasted the trip. When are you leaving, by the way?”

“I’m planning to spend a few days Henry. I have business in town.”

“Well, of course, you are welcome, but I ask that you stop your prying and meddling, especially with Hannah. She has been extremely patient with our family spats. I don’t want to lose her.”

“I see.”

“You see nothing Helen. As I said, I didn’t realize how badly I needed a housekeeper before she came.”

“As you wish Henry,” Helen acquiesced, “I’m glad things are working out so well.” Helen knew to choose her battles with Henry. She decided then and there that she might need to extend her visit a bit longer.
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Part 23 of an ongoing fiction series. To read previous entries, click HERE.


Winter Song

Winter Song

beautiful cold blanket
earth beneath resting
gently frosted as
breeze murmurrings
sweeten the air
with deep peace

softly comes
the dawn

kat ~ 7 January 2017
(Magnetic Poetry Nature Kit)

For Elusive Trope’s Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge.


What Explorers Know

photo by Andrew Neel via Unsplash


an explorer knows
it’s not the destination
it is the journey

kat – 6 January 2016

A haiku Sonya’s at Only 100 Words Three Line Tale Challenge based on the photo above by Andrew Neel.


Etiolate – Friday’s Word of the Day Haiku


Happy Friday! It has been a crazy week! Long hours at work and winter weather descending in my corner of the planet. Today’s Dictionary.com word of the day is Etoliate.

Etiolate definition is

1. to cause to become weakened or sickly; drain of color or vigor.
2. to cause (a plant) to whiten or grow pale by excluding light: to etiolate celery.
3. (of plants) to whiten or grow pale through lack of light.

It originated in 18th century France from the French verb étioler “to makepale, etiolate (plants),” probably derivative of aNorman French dialect form of standard Frenchéteule, from Old French estoble, estuble “stubble,”from Latin stipula “stalk, straw.”

Etiolate is a verb associated with biology and a plant condition called chlorosis caused by a lack of sun light resulting in low levels of chlorophyll. De-etiolation is what we call “greening”. The first pale shoots of a seed eventually break free from the ground and stretch toward the light of the sun, exposed and free of darkness where photosynthesis can happen. Where greening can happen.

Interestingly, the term etiolate is also used to describe people. Which makes sense. It is true that a lack of light can cause humankind to grow pale, fade, become depressed and lethargic. We have a name for it. It’s called SAD, an acronym for Seasonal Affective Disorder. Shorter days and long dark cold nights contribute to our etiolation.

A timely word, don’t you think? I had never heard it before, but I have witnessed and felt the affects of etiolation. Reminds me that we are all connected…animal, vegetable, mineral. That thought makes me happy, which is an apt remedy for my bout with SAD. Or maybe sometines I’m just sad…

Is it spring yet?

It’s been a long week! TGIF! In the meantime, a few Haiku. It is late and I am etiolating fast! 😉

the sum of our parts
etiolate from neglect…
use it or lose it


flowers and people
suffer etiolation
it is really SAD

kat ~ 6 January 2016