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Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 February 2019

On this eve of the new moon in Aquarius you may find yourself drawn to consider your dreams in a new light. What’s more this new moon is joined by the close proximity of Neptune (creativity and dreams) and Saturn (reality). I’m not an astrological expert, but I do think it is high time we all take another good hard look at our deepest dreams. Especially now that most of us have likely gotten over our shallow new year’s resolutions. Admit it. You may have already cheated a few times on your diet goals or excused your way out of those daily trips to the gym. Don’t beat yourself up about it. The prime element often missing from these yearly aspirations is passion and heart. Only a long-held dream has these components. Think about it. Dreams are unavoidable. They linger year after year. You can’t shake them. But life, duty, survival causes us to pack them away. They become what ifs instead of why nots.

According to the stargazing community this is your moment to unpack those dismissed dreams of yours, dust them off, and consider ways you can begin to realize them. If your dream is to become a best selling author, maybe it’s time for you to finish writing that book. Baby steps. Make a plan. Devote time to your goal. You may not become world famous, or make the top ten bestseller’s list. But your words have the potential to touch another person’s heart and souls. Even one connection can change the world. So just do it. You know you want to.

Tomorrow is the Aquarius New Moon. Whether or not you believe in this sort of thing, there is no time like this present moment to open yourself to every possibility this life has to offer; to take a second look at those dreams of yours and consider realizing them. Pull out all the stops. Time’s a wastin’.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 February 2019

when I was young and gullible
here, sheltered from the frigid wind
…she’d say with a wink
just do it, because you’re worth it
save yourselves a tempest’s coming
let us see past our differences,
inspiration from the muse
emulating her mother
boughs are greening
with a thousand stars
how softly she embraces
all hope in the dream
this one is a keeper

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 January 2019

This week’s ReVerse reads like a collection of anecdotes. Random thoughts spliced together one line after another. If I think about it, it’s no surprise. Last week was a roller coaster. And if you know me I like to write about current events. So, whew!!! Here we go!

On a national level, in the US, drama unfolded at our capital. Federal employees faced a second zero payday, and the ripple effects of this loss of income started to affect private business, municipalities, air travel and national security. Another puzzle piece of the Mueller investigation was fit into place with a high profile arrest just a few heartbeats away from the president. More secrets are coming to light. Security clearances we now know were doled out by the dozens despite clear rejections from professional investigators. It’s anyone’s guess how compromised our national security is, given the dubious friends of our current administration. And it now appears there are thousands more refugee children being hidden away than we originally thought.

Britain has had its own problems with Brexit’s deadline looming. Venezuela held a contentious election. And the usual cast of the world’s lowlife continue their respective reigns of lawlessness and terror while schmoozing with trump.

Despite all this high drama, we saw a tiny glimmer of hope. At least for three weeks those who have suffered needlessly during the government shutdown will be paid. And it appears that our congress is motivated to bring a comprehensive border security plan to the table. We have such a mess to clean up. The sins of our government are many. This is no time to rest on the laurels of any victories won. We are far from wellness and healing will take a long time. But we’re seeing a light at the end of this tunnel. Baby steps, but it’s beginning to feel like we’re moving in the right direction.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 27 January 2019

walls can’t shield us from what we’ve bred

where there is hate let us be love

nothing lasts forever

One day she’d get the courage to say hello.

her brilliance cannot be muted

it’s never too late to make your mark in this world

there are moments, I must confess

I’m grateful

it takes considerable grace

righteous beliefs aren’t set in stone,

a touch of warmth blooms life anew

there is no pleasure in winning / when winning is all that matters

~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.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 January 2019

I find myself growing numb to the endless onslaught of atrocities perpetrated by our government. How many more children can we separate from parents, how many loyal federal workers, force to work with no pay, how many closed door meetings with dictators will we tolerate, how many policy disasters decreed by tweet, how many alliances with the vile underbelly of society, murderers, racists, mysogynists, liars, criminals, until we say enough? There is of course, as conservatives will remind us, blame on both sides. It’s true, we could all do much better, working together while laying aside our differences for the common good. But I take issue with false comparison that all sides are equally at fault for our problems. There is a common denominator at the root of every issue. A single person, I’ll-equipped to hold the honorable office of President, who nevertheless claimed that title, with our help, and it is becoming increasingly evident, with the help of foreign enemies. I am numb.

How can people still support the infantile tantrums of this hateful man? I have come to realize that most people don’t pay attention to the news like I do. They only pay attention when they are personally affected by bad policy. Longer, slower lines at the airport, our food supply growing unsafe, unemployment rising due to decreased cashflow, services interrupted, garbage and human waste accumulating in public places, teachers on strike, healthcare costs surging, stagnant wages while corporate executives and shareholders reap record profits. These things are getting worse by the day.

Trump supporters would like to blame the democrats for these ills. “But Obama…” “her emails…” “Benghazi” “fake news” are still go-to catch phrases that justify supporting the con artist they call their president. I hold these diehards accountable for the mess we are in. I wish I could look the other way, look past their reckless decision, and support of a man that puts all of us in peril. But I want them to own it. To admit they screwed up. To wake up and come to their senses. I do acknowledge that I play a role in the chasm between us. I can’t forgive their willful ignorance. I can’t un-know the fact that by their vote, these people sold all of us out to a monster. I warned them this would happen. Why wouldn’t they listen? How could they vote against their own best interest?

Of course they don’t want to talk politics. But their day is coming. The piper is coming to collect. The misery is trickling down. And so, I’m grateful for the numbness. Who would I be if I delighted in their suffering. Being numb helps me let go of my need for redress. When I’m being honest with myself I realize I want those who voted for this to pay. And in that sense I am no different. We all have a dark side. It is becoming harder to keep the darkness at bay. But I’m weary of the fight. I’m tired of being angry. Being numb is a blessed reprieve from the madness.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 20 January 2019

there is more to her short story

can you see her?

a gentle hand can turn the page

i tell you

don’t you worry

we can’t unsee, we can’t un-know

you certainly can’t blame the muse

I’ve been called worse, if you must know

cold and darkness overcoming

clouds can’t dim her face this night

flickering in the darkness

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 13 January 2019

I never know what I’m going to get when I look back each week to lift a line from each day’s musings. Sometimes the resulting re-verse is a random jumble of thoughts, but I am always amazed by the final poem. Sometimes it just clicks. Like today.

It would be an understatement to say that 2018 was a rough year, globally as well as personally. There were bright spots of course. The birth of a new grandchild sweetened our summer and the opportunity to save the life of an abandoned puppy was a joyful honor, but the challenges we encountered throughout the remainder of the year tested our patience and faith in goodness. 2018 was a year of survival. Unemployment, blatant discrimination, milestones with estranged family lost, and the heartache of missing my beloveds.

Enter 2019, a clean slate symbolically, a new Congress and truth finally coming to light on the world front…people waking up. And closer to home, a new job for my partner to help ease the financial burden that weighed heavy on me (and my tiny paycheck) for half of the previous year. A new acceptance of things I cannot change and a newfound appreciation for the family that I am blessed with. We survived! But more than that, we are thriving, a year older, wiser and filled with a sense of grace. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know we’re going to be okay. I know it from my core. That’s what surviving and being present in the passing of seasons teaches us.

Will there be challenges in 2019? I am sure of it. Will we make it through? Chances are good that we will. There are sure to be bright spots, and magnificent triumphs too. There is grace enough to see us through it all. Grace enough to hold us when we need to remember to breathe and savor the moment. I wish you abundance, good health, and peace in the coming year. I wish you grace.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 13 January 2019

I notice sounds that I’ve ignored
something real
wounded hearts take time to heal
it’s bubbling
there is no reasoning with them
there is no rustling of leaves
devoured in calamity
her crystal gown is drenched in sleet
miracles, just a breath away
though we have lost our way

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 January 2019

There comes a time in one’s life when mortality becomes a thing. One by one older relatives pass away. Even my peers are beginning to cross over. As I celebrate the seasons, holidays, birthdays, I find myself wondering how many more Springs and Autumns, how many more Christmases, birthdays, or other milestones will I be fortunate enough to see. When I was younger I tended to be more forward thinking, or if I’m honest, unthinking, when it came to time. I was invincible, carefree, frittering away the moments. But the older I get, memories have become more precious. And moments are fuller, when I am able to pause to take them in.

I don’t fear death the way I once did. It is a matter of fact. My children have had children and it’s very likely I will not be here to know all of the children of my children’s children. Our lives span a mere two or three generations, dipping into a fourth if we’re lucky. Quantity of years has become less important than its quality.

I’m not trying to be a downer today. The truth is, I’ve had an amazing life filled with family, friends, love, music, triumphs, lessons learned from challenges, and yes, even heartache and loss. I’ve learned patience and the understanding that one gleans from having witnessed the magnificent cycles of life, the seasons, rebirth and new beginnings, the realization of a few dreams and the gentle letting go of others. Even on those nights that feel dark and oppressive, there is always dawn’s first light, birdsong, a new day full of mystery and promise to greet me. And in those bright moments it matters not how many more dawns I may have left, but that I seize the one at hand. Sure I know my days on this planet are numbered. I think about it. But today is begging to be lived and I won’t keep it waiting.

Have a lovely Sunday. Have a great week. Have your cake and eat it too. You’re still breathing. How amazing is that?!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 6 January 2019

trilling songbirds greet the dawn
sing for auld lang syne
I like to hear her scream
be gentle with yourselves my dears
I think I knew
everything is not a battle
to love someone for loving’s sake,
life to death to life things flow
somewhere near, death has claimed a soul

~kat