Blogging 101-Day Two…What’s in Name?

Assignment 2-Taking control of the title/tagline…

Okay…so I love love love my blog title. It’s a favorite line from one of my original poems. And my journey of late has been focused on living in the moment, being present, embodying what is happening in the NOW. “like   mercury colliding…” fits. 

But…I hate the tagline. And I admit I struggled with it. Had to laugh when I read the assignment. I am guilty. Another one of those “musing” sages! I know what I’m trying to say, sort of. So I am grateful to be forced to put it into words, all musing aside.  

Old Tagline…”soul musings in a concrete world” 

Revised Tagline…”expressions of momentary clarity”


Blogging 101…Who…What…Why?


Assignment 1

Well…nice to meet you then. The “you” being all you other intrepid bloggers out there! I am new to this medium though I have been writing since I learned how to print my name on special lined paper, the kind with a top and bottom line and a dashed line running across the middle! I am in the final years of an administrative/clerical career. Retirement doesn’t seem to be a reality to me at this point, but I am sure I’ll change my tune as I near the official age. I am certain though that writing and my love of words will always be a part of my life!

I am a U.S. Midwesterner who transplanted to the mid-Atlantic South several decades ago. My children, all daughters, are grown. Two are married with children, two are single pet parents; all four are accomplished amazing humans. I am a proud mom and grandma to my growing brood.

Why am I here? To learn, to grow, to be part of a community of other word and art lovers. I haven’t decided yet what my blog’s focus should be. I love to write poetry, and prose, spent a decade writing and performing folk-style gospel songs, and I also have an interest in visual art…painting, photography and creative photo editing. For the past several months at least, my blog has been a hodge-podge of all of the above. At any rate everything you find here is personal – based on what I know. I’ve always believed the best writing has that familiar flavor to it. It’s what I like to read as well. So…keeping it real. Looking forward to this journey with you. 😊


Adventures of a Reluctant Gardener Part 3…On the Brink

Tonight…tonight some 39 years ago, I became a mother to a dark, curly haired sprite who would change my life forever. Tonight…this night, as the moon glows just a breath from fullness, I experienced the thrill of another kind of “mothering”. That silly volunteer tomato plant, that calls my back porch home, is laboring with her first fruits.    This will be another truly life changing moment for this reluctant gardener!

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As I enter the last chapters of my time on this planet, I find myself falling into step more easily, rhythmically, with the ebb and flow of the tides and changing seasons. Daughter to Mother to Grandmother…planting, watering, harvesting…letting go of those things that no longer serve me on my journey, and starting new, embracing change again and again.

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Tonight as I surrender my soul to the surging energy of this month’s special Full Blue Moon, embracing some unrealized dreams now rising to the surface, it is comforting to reflect also on some past great shifts in my journey…mothering in its many forms. All of them bringing life and light into the world…my world. And to wonder about the new life sparks just on the other side of tomorrow calling me to the dance!


for the 35…

From the cover of the July 27 to August 9 issue of New York magazine, Article By  and Portfolio By 

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rising from
the muddle of
buried truths,
voices no longer
silenced by
tarnished
pennies, seeking
vindication, seeking
validation, vilified
unjustly, but
free to speak
in bellowing
whispers, a
symphony of
tears…

kat july 2015


Heartstops  (encounters into and out of love)


1.

the edge of my peripheral view
caught a glimpse of you
drinking me

i dared not return your gaze
for fear of succumbing

piercing intensity
branded the nape of my neck

trembling waves of air
fluttered wisps of my hair
as you blinked

2.

hair on end
arcing to brush
your aura

when not
by chance
we touch

then try to pull
away like mercury
colliding

3.

breathless
sublime
smile

remembering
rapturous refrains
tracing
swelling syllables
through
my
soul

4.

the wind
played its part
wooing when
seconds past
your passing
bore your fragrance
seizing me

5.

you exhaled
in close proximity

i turned
inhaling deeply

perchance to share
the moist warm air
that once filled
space inside
of you

6.

fleeting images
embosomed

pale light dancing
on luminous skin
scintillating splendor
soft tossed hair

time eclipsed
in memory
if ever my soul longs
i find you there

7.

aching distance
taunts my senses

scents startle
shadows hound
voices mimic

daggers pierce
my soul

i bleed
kat 2001