August 18, 2019

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 August 2019

By Kat Myrman

My partner told me that I have taken up humming lately. I hadn’t noticed. It’s an annoying habit that crops up when I am feeling stressed or overwhelmed. Too many hours at work is a likely catalyst. And undoubtedly, a family gathering this weekend, attended by a daughter and granddaughters I haven’t seen since the ‘great divide’ that has broken so many friends and families in recent years. It went better than I expected, but there was the sad, black hole of those lost years; an awkward, lost ease, the familiarity that comes through unbroken connection. Still I will cherish the brief memory of our time together. A mother is always a mother, even if her children fly away, never to return or for only brief glimpses.

There was also our first attempts at taming the shrew out of the feral, frightened kitten we rescued. It’s amazing how little time it takes in the wild to snap a tiny, innocent kitten into a snarling, claw-wielding devil. But I am committed to see it through. His mom is scheduled for her spay this Thursday. I hope all goes well. She was loved once, then cast aside I assume for whatever reason people do such things. I can tell she remembers warm and safe in the way she waits for me and rubs against me purring when I feed her. I know how she feels. How easy it is to forgive…forget even…life’s harshness.

Mothers, children, family, cats and kittens…the reason I work to survive here for just a moment more of the blessings of this life. I hope you have moments this week that cause you to pause and think, ‘life is good’…because life is.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 August 2019

be kind to others you don’t know
when children lose their innocence
she had some wild stories
with dreams that linger into day
you must be red, rose red like me, you can’t be blue
we can’t ignore that we are doomed; let’s set things right
a storm is nigh, rain droplets burst, cool is the breeze
in the belly of grace I fall
amidst the trees, sparks of divine on breezes sway

~kat

A 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 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.

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12 responses to “Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 August 2019”

  • Sadje
    August 18th, 2019 at 1:45 pm

    “in the belly of grace I fall
amidst the trees, sparks of divine on breezes sway”
    Absolutely wonderful!

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  • Peter's pondering
    August 18th, 2019 at 3:39 pm

    Sounds divine – all round!

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  • willowdot21
    August 18th, 2019 at 4:35 pm

    Beautiful wisdom Kat 💜

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  • ron877
    August 20th, 2019 at 4:47 am

    Whew! I focused on “The Great Divide.” I just witnessed one of my daughters take up residence on the dark side. A few years ago she became, and still is, a Christian zealot. I don’t understand the rationalization that must accompany such a choice.

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    • Kat Myrman
      August 20th, 2019 at 11:54 am

      I am an escapee from the dark side…i can tell you, at least for me, it was desperation and fear that opened me up to the evangelistic predators who sniffed me out when I was in an abusive marriage with 4 young children and nowhere to turn. That is a hallmark of their evangelistic training. To find the most vulnerable in society and lure them in with promises of acceptance and unconditional love. Of course once inside, there is a price to pay. Change or be publicly ridiculed or outcast. Those amenable to change stay for the ego tickling appeal of being amongst the chosen, of being hailed as sons and daughters of the one and only true god, separate and superior to the heathens who are not willing to surrender to the god they’ve created in their own image. It doesn’t surprise me that the current marriage between christian fundamentalism and white supremacist nationalism is a match made in heaven on earth. They already believe they are special and are not content to wait for heaven in the afterlife. They want heaven on earth and will stop at nothing to attain it. Sorry for the rant Ron. The regret I bear is in having introduced my children to this sort of thing when they were young and I was vulnerable, stupid and alone. I have payed a dear price for it, and have never been able to fully rescue all of them to the freedom I know now. To them I am lost and fallen, destined to an eternity in hell.

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  • ron877
    August 22nd, 2019 at 2:41 am

    Yours “rant” is a collection of good observations that I will save for about a year. That is when I have scheduled my next visit to the daughter that seems entranced by Forest Trump. I will try to be careful as I introduce her to a path much more inclusive than the one she is following. She is my only born-in-the-USA daughter. All her siblings are Vietnamese, half-Vietnamese or half-Indonesian. Talk about a deepening mystery. My daughter loves her Vietnamese mother and is quick to support and defend her. First, rationalize the religious thing. Then, deport your family. This is my return rant only to say that after a lifetime of child-rearing, I am also saying, “What happened?”

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