
Happy Sunday. Though I try to spin goodness and hope into my day to day I must acknowledge the fact that I am also a creature of my environment. I imagine that I am given a clean slate to write upon each morning, new in its graces, but it is not long before I realize how daunting that is. It is a balancing act on a fragile tight rope. It is exhausting. It’s impossible to blot out the never-ending stream of lunacy that bombards me even on the sunniest of mornings. Even if I try avoid all media and the cacophony of negative spin, lies and negative vibes, it is always there. Reality.
How does one rise above? How do I continue to press toward the light when I know that darkness is an inevitable end of each day. This week we turned our clocks forward to save the daylight, but the night still comes, cold, dark, sometimes scary, haunted by shadows that block streams of artificial light. Even the moon is a reflection. Try as I may I cannot hide from the darkness of the night any more than I can hide from the dark elements of reality.
But I’m still an optimist at heart. It’s there. The ugly. It will always be there. At the risk of appearing totally bonkers I still greet the blank slate I am given every morning with hope because beauty, goodness, love and truth are also realities in this crazy world of ours. They may be harder to find in the harsh light of day or hidden in the shadows of the night, but they’re there too. Today, every day, has great potential.
I leave you with this week’s Shi Sai and the paraphrased words of the Wizard of Oz, “Pay no attention to the frantic little man behind the curtain.”
Have a great week. Spring is almost here! π±πΈπ»πΈπ±
Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 19 March 2017
like breathy kisses
the old house was a writer
ever chasing the light
those who twist the truth
impossible to hear
it’s better this way
a fading memory
set in rock and sand
blossoms of love
from heaven’s vantage
stones etched mysteriously
eden softly dawning
~kat
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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. π




March 19th, 2017 at 12:44 pm
I love your optimism! xoxo
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March 19th, 2017 at 1:20 pm
π it’s not always easy but it gives me hope.
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March 19th, 2017 at 7:18 pm
Excellent as always. πΉππ
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March 19th, 2017 at 7:49 pm
Thank you Dorna.
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March 20th, 2017 at 1:27 pm
But Iβm still an optimist at heart. Itβs there. The ugly. It will always be there. At the risk of appearing totally bonkers I still greet the blank slate I am given every morning with hope because beauty, goodness, love and truth are also realities in this crazy world of ours.
I can relate …. but it’s not so much the “bonkers” aspect that bothers me, but rather, appearing foolish and completely innocent. (this is from the point of view of others – to others)
At least, I try to rise and be hopeful. And if not? what is the alternative? the total blackness and deep despair and depression etc. Or – a wide open howling scream – never ending???
So yes, I try to be hopeful and optimistic and not slip into the cynical jaded side of life too much.
Great post:)
Hope the week brings goodness, peace and love Kat – and Happy Spring ππ±πΌ
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March 20th, 2017 at 1:33 pm
Thank you Pat. It is comforting to know we are not alone. I wish the same for you. π β€
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March 20th, 2017 at 2:43 pm
thank you π
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