Category Archives: Essays

incandescence


i remember the
delicate curve
of her neck softened
by wisps of baby-fine
amber hair that glistened
in the pale streams of
midday sun…wafts
of lavender … or
was it just a remnant
hint of Yardley’s soap
that danced
on air?

I remember
thinking to myself…
i know why
he loves her.

kat 2015


Credo…In Times Like These…

newsie
If you’re paying attention, the current political climate has become impossibly ludicrous. Politicians bought and sold to the highest bidder, average folks be damned. When I spend too much time watching the news or reading commentary I find myself losing ground in my goal to live mindfully, in gratitude, inhabiting each precious moment. Worry, fear, and downright disbelief at what some charlatans are seemingly getting away with at the expense of our nation…and ultimately our world, causes me to forget to breathe. And of course, it’s miserably downhill from there. Breathing, as we all know is kind of important.

To calm myself, I have come up with a Credo (Latin for “I Believe”) list to remind me that there are certain truths I can depend on. Goals not too lofty or impossible to realize. Simple basics that I know are possible, that I trust are possible if enough of us believe. This little list is something I intend to refer to, (even if just line by line as a situation arises) and repeat like a mantra, to bring me back to the moment, to sanity, to remind me to breathe, and to guide me to gratefulness for the goodness that exists, even if it’s hard to perceive it in the cacophony of the absurdity around me.

In times like these…
I believe in the inherent goodness of humanity.
I believe the paths that guide our moral compasses are many, equally inspiring when they draw us to the light.
I believe that truth will ultimately win over spin and dishonesty.
I believe it is possible to exist with our neighbors in peace, bypassing war through diplomacy.
I believe we can care for our sick, our poor, and our outcasts without taking from another.
I believe that hard working people deserve to be paid a living wage.
I believe justice will prevail when we leave aside our egos and come to the table.
I believe that civil liberty and freedom are our birthrights, not to be dictated by arbitrary belief systems.
I believe we owe it to our Mother, Earth, to care for her waterways, her greenways and her skyways.
I believe in educating our young to carry our legacy of innovation into the future, without burdening their futures in the process.
I believe in honoring those who’ve served us in war, calamity and peace by providing basic care and sustenance for as long as they have need.
I believe we owe gentle end of life care to our aging elders, basic security of shelter, health and food.
I believe in supporting life in all of its stages, not just its embryonic beginnings.
I believe in families, large and small, organic and blended, in various flavors, colors and varieties, where love is key and the only thing that matters.
I believe one day we will look beyond our differences, acknowledging the common thread that binds us together as one race, one family.
And because I believe, no amount of lunacy or madness can dissuade me…
And because I believe, I have hope.


nesting empty

  
her wall is lined with
photographs of happy
smiles and silly faces,
destination postcard
vistas, wet-nosed flapping
puppy tongues and toothless
gummy grins. a monument
of moments captured by a
shutter snap, of life full-
lived but fleeting, scattered
now upon the wind.
at times she can imagine
pitter-pattered steps and
laughter, memories
fresh, warm as a whisper,
as it brushes past her
ear. the dust has settled
softly on her fading gallery,
her chicks have flown
the nest to make their
own sweet memories.

kat 2015


Heaven

heaven

I became free when I
realized that
Heaven
can’t be bought
or sold
or bargained for…
and that it is
real
and all inclusive
and accessible.
Because
Heaven
Is
Now.

~Kat – February 15, 2014


Magnolia

Another plot of earth, another lifetime,  but once again I am twitterpated by the elegance of one of my favorite trees…a poem from time past but still true…with a bit of camera magic to multiply my delight. What’s that I see? A faerie lighting on my fledgling tree! Can you see her too?  Magic is afoot this balmy summer’s eve.

Magnolia, emerging despite herself
now stands ten feet tall. I remember
when she was only three, wondering if her pale,
leathery leaves would survive the winter.
She has endured ice, snow, wind, glaring sun
seeming, surprisingly, stronger for it,
fragrant blossoms bursting with tenacity.

Her cumbersome, awkward extremities
have now softened – luminous, transparent,
fragile. Not hardened by life’s crushing blows,
when wind does howl, she bends as if caressed –
unguarded, grace-filled, refined, generous
with deep-rooted wisdom, doing what trees do
best – growing, yielding, season to season.

kat 2001