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day 256 ~a ReVerse Poem ~14 September 2025

day 256 ~a ReVerse Poem ~14 September 2025

a time to harvest…to let go
words are meaningless
take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct
set the air afire with diversion
a legacy left to survivors
like a damned thief in the night

~kat

I said it in an earlier post…last week was rough for so many, for so many different reasons. When things are moving so fast it is disorienting. That seems to be the point. Leadership at various levels have failed us. We have failed ourselves by failing to hold them accountable. 

Once upon a time we aspired to be a government of, by, and for the people. Public service was a cherished, respectable calling. I pray every day that we will pass this current season’s challenge, and come out on the other side.  Our nation has weathered many challenges in its short history, and I trust we will make it through this time too. What a privilege it is to hold onto hope for everything we could be. 

Much love, peace and glimmers of hope to you. 

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 255

endless dusk

when did the sounds of dusk
become noise, an excruciating
background din, a dot, dot, dot,
no exclamation point, not even
a period to bring some sort of
closure to the drama of days
that never end, rousing me
once again at 3 am as if the
wee hours could hold some
semblance of sanity, surrounded
by soft breathing and cat purrs
and the unsettling disquietness
of my brain trying to make sense
of the senseless…insomnia…
like a damned thief in the night
delights in the daytime exhaustion
it creates, no rest for the weary
as another dusk with no answers
creeps in, a symphony of crickets

~kat

My sister is here on an extended holiday, and it has been lovely, truly, to have her here. As we have for decades, we live on separate coasts, she on the western shore of the Pacific and me in the East in an Atlantic bordering state. Our worlds couldn’t be more different. And yet there is a comfort in having her so close; to connecting with the only person in the world who shares the experience of our formative years. It’s a gift that I have only recently come to appreciate.

She helped me feed the deer last evening, delighting in them as they emerge from the wood’s edge. It was wonderful experiencing what has become a daily commonplace thing through her eyes. But what most took me by surprise was her stunned amazement upon hearing the night sounds of the woods when we arrived home from the airport late at night. It’s a sound that I hardly notice. What a gift it has been to be reminded of how wonderful this place is. Home.

Today’s glimmer is a feeling and a wish that you too might have the opportunity to recognize and bring into focus once again the lovely blessings that surround you.

Silly me…I forgot how amazing the sound of crickets on a clear moonlit, starry night is, until I joined my sister’s astonished delight as I spent several magical moments with her in my driveway.

It’s been a rough week, but a sweet ending to it. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 253

the day the circus came to town

the bloodied ground was ripe
with asinine assumptions…
while back to school slaughtering
overshadowed by martyrdom
set the air afire with diversion

but the list exists
alive and well
with tales to tell

~kat

In times like these, brevity is the safest way to respond to the absurdity. It’s tempting to join the cacophony of speculation…but it is prudent to refrain from adding to the noise.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you. (today’s glimmers are the moments I remember to breathe)

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 252

What are you doing this evening?

Loading up the hummingbird feeders one last time in 2025.
red-throated hummingbird migration 

one
last sweet nectar feast
before
fledglings and seasoned fluttering flyers
take to the wind led by stars and ancient instinct
due south
to winter in the Panamanian tropics
along the Gulf of Mexico
until the spring
when they return to nest

~kat

The long hot days of summer seemed endless when we were in the thick of it, wilting in the heat and humidity day after sweltering day. And then, just like clockwork, the days grew shorter, the air snapped crisp and cool, and the trees turned from green to shades of gold, red, and amber. Just like that the hummingbirds drained my nectar feeders in a feeding frenzy to fatten themselves up before heading south.

I will miss them. They’re happy chirping outside the window while I work. But winter is coming. And winter is no place for a delicate hummingbird to be. As sure as their radar directs them to the tropics, I rest in the assurance that they will return come spring, like they do every year…like clockwork.

I wonder what it is like to trust one’s instinct so doggedly that taking a thousand mile trip into the unknown known is just the annual thing one does when the temperature drops. I wonder if I have instinctual, intuitive capacity hidden somewhere inside me. I wonder if I surrendered to it, trusted and had faith enough that I would at long last find my way to nirvana or utopia, or whatever destination it is that we all seem to be driving toward. Somewhere along the way from birth to these many decades later, I’ve forgotten how to fly. The truth is, I have forgotten I have wings. How grateful I am for the lessons of my little friends. In fact I feel a little flutter in my heart just thinking of it!

much love, peace, and fluttering glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 251

What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

not gonna brag…but…

words are meaningless
so instead of telling me
show me who you are

~kat

It’s been a while since I took a snapshot of my little African Violet. She’s doing well in the window facing morning sun. And she is the perfect example for my little poem in response to today’s prompt. She doesn’t need to brag about blooming. She just blooms.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨