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Sunday’s ReVerse – 5 July 2020

Sunday is almost over. It has been a long weekend, literally. Another holiday in the US. Another weekend of people acting badly, gathering in large groups, unmasked, as new cities log record outbreaks of the virus. It’s starting to wear on me. My hours, and consequently my pay has been dramatically reduced. We’re managing. I am grateful to have a job.

But social distancing and working remotely has taught me that it is just a job. Not worth the heart and soul that I once put into it. Staying home these past months has reminded me that I have a life. And I love my life. It’s going to be hard going back to normal because normal was a rat race. One thing I am determined to do is to set better boundaries. My job doesn’t own me. It’s a means to live my life. And life is good and beautiful and worth protecting. I’ll still do my job. I’m good at what I do. But on my terms. I have a life to live!

Stay safe, be well. Until next time…peace.


Sunday’s ReVerse – 5 July 2020

shadows fall between
ghosts from the dark days of our broken past
‘midst brief bursts, sunlit blue
I worry for them, poor lost sheep
i have weathered, how many autumns
in the stillness
and what it leaves
your heartlessness is on display
only touching at dawn
a dream leaves no trace

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 (or two).


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 June 2020

How could I have known last autumn that today I would find myself cocooned in a sea of green having shed mountains of dusty dross along the journey. We hadn’t planned to move, to buy a little house on a hill in the foothills. To sell the city house that had grown too large. And yet it all happened as if preordained. We were well moved in and sold the old house days before the pandemic shut the world down. The timing of it all, breathtaking in precision, though I was not fully sure any of it would happen at the time.

For months now I have sheltered in place in this healing oasis far from the hustling bustle, visited occasionally by deer and squirrels, and roused each morning by the sun peering through the trees and bird song. Who knew I needed to be here in this place in this time? I was certainly clueless at the onset of this upheaval in my life. We hadn’t planned this; most certainly, we did not, and yet…

I am amazed each day by how right it feels, how perfect, how healing. How I love the silence. How my soul swells with each breath. I am learning to how let go and be. It’s a scary thing to consider at first, but little by little this latest of life’s adventures is teaching me to trust that no amount of planning can prepare me for this. Being is powerful and awesome and dare I say, peaceful, like the calm in the eye of a storm. We speak of the calm before a storm, but I am learning that there is also a deep calm that settles to one’s bones after a storm has passed. The questions that haunt me, why, where, when, or how melt away. That there are new lessons to be learned, my teachers singing from the starry canopy at night, from the shaded hollows amist the trees, from the earth rumbling gently beneath my feet. And I am grateful, oh so grateful be here and now.

Peaceful Sunday to you. Stay safe, be well, and always, all ways be kind not only to others but to yourself!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 14 June 2020

I look in the mirror, on the edge
whistling empty in reverence
the breeze…a breath of peace
leaves dance on the breeze
the earth grows wild and free

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 – 7 June 2020

Sculpture: Melancolie in Bronze by Artist, Albert György located in Geneva, Switzerland, photographed by Mary Friona-Celani of Buffalo, NY.

This week has been a bit exhausting. Emotionally. So I only have a few lines of reverse today. I wrote a few other pieces that never saw this blog, full of angst and snark. But nobody needs that. Not this week. Not ever. Black lives matter. And please don’t tell me all lives matter, because I don’t believe you. As long as we live in a society that judges people by the color of their skin, it’s clear we need to be specific. Black lives matter.

Keep safe. There’s still a pandemic out there. Be courteous. Wear a mask. And please be kind to one another. Peace and love all.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 7 June 2020

on the wind
I am a glimpse, a breath
I can’t begin to understand
they gathered in peace
there can be no peace
healing from trauma / a population asleep

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary 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 – 31 May 2020

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’” ~Mr. Rogers

I used to think this was a lovely sentiment for the late Fred Rogers, meant to calm our fears when the world grew dark and scary. “Look for the helpers…” These days the “helpers” are harder to find in the midst of a pandemic when we cannot trust the words and actions of those in the highest ranks of our government, when those charged with serving and protecting us are fatally flawed human beings who act on the vile depths of hate and prejudice toward people of color, when the greatest nation who once welcomed the refugee now separates babies from their mothers caging them, causing lifelong harm, when our children are expected to bear the burden of our spineless inaction by enacting active shooter drills in schools, when our commerce-driven government believes the bottom line is worth allowing the vulnerable, the sick, the old among us die so that others may get a haircut, gather at rallies and throw back a few brews at the local bar. Who and where are the helpers in a time like this? What good does peaceful protests, what good even does burning our cities to the ground do, when the helpers are dwindling among us, because we all need help right now. We are all broken.

I don’t have any answers and it makes me feel helpless and sad. It has been a bad week. Now over 100,000 people have died, many of them alone, from the virus in the U.S. 100,000 that we know of. It’s impossible to know the true cost because we have no idea how many of us have the virus. And no less significant, the world watched in horror as one black man was murdered in broad daylight by a policeman, while three others stood by…helpers but not the good kind. This has been happening for too long. Too long. I don’t have any answers. All I do know is this. Enough. Enough. Enough.

Stay safe, be kind, keep each other safe. It’s all I know to do right now. I wish it were more. Maybe it could be if enough of us do it. Maybe it’s time for each of us to stop looking for the helpers and be the helpers that we seek. Peace!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 31 May 2020

evil comes in phases
I don’t venture far from home
it was too much
I don’t miss normal
the nest abandoned, no time to mourn…

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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 – 24 May 2020

It’s Memorial Day weekend in America. A time when we remember the sacrifice of those who gave their life in service to our country, specifically those who wore a uniform in military service. It is right and good that we do. That we set aside a day to remember, in gratefulness and awe, their sacrifice to protect the liberty and freedom, the right to pursue life and happiness, that we hold dear.

But I wonder, what is liberty and freedom in the days of Covid 19? What are our rights in this life of new normal? It’s not so much about rights, my rights, but rather what is right and good. I have been inspired these many weeks of sheltering in by a new army of selfless servants. The healthcare workers, the restauranteurs who cooked takeout, the grocery store workers, the mail carriers, delivery drivers, trash collectors, power company employees, the supply chain employees that kept essentials flowing and us, rolling in things like toilet paper…who knew that would be a thing? I wonder if the powers that be will designate a day in memory of these tireless heroes. Some gave their all…it is right that we do.

In the meantime, even as I remember our military heroes, I pause to honor these new heroes. I do it in small ways everyday…by thanking them, by being kind, and by wearing a mask when I am out to let them and others know that I care about keeping them safe. It’s the least I can do because freedom and liberty are not about my rights to pursue my own happiness to the exclusion of others. Freedom and liberty is not about my right to get a haircut, to have my nails done, to pack into corner pubs to have a drink, or to get in the face of others mask-less, spewing hatred and disdain, indignant that anyone would dare try to fence us in, to tell us what we can and cannot do. This is not freedom. Freedom and liberty only work when everyone is safe and well. Freedom is exemplified by those who gave their all, whether on distant shores in combat or on a very different battlefield in selfless care and concern for others. We’re not there yet. Sometimes I wonder if we will ever get there. But I know each of us can do our part. It’s what I choose to do. It’s the least I can do. I embrace my power to be kind, considerate, grateful, and in awe of the selfless heroes around me. What freedom! What liberty! What happiness!

Be safe and well my friends. Have a wonderful week!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 24 May 2020

morning will be here before we know

air, cool misty, damp

into the empty

bare limbs brushing the clay

finding joy in quiet moments,

in the eye of the storm

~kat


A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) 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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