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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 June 2016

Happy Sunday Lovies! It has been a magnificent week of “-ations” …revelation, anticipation, elation, determination, jubilation, inspiration, illumination, syncopation, celebration…oh yeah!

Celebrated a milestone birthday this week and this event affected everything I wrote. Needless to say, the celebration continues! In fact, each moment, each breath is a celebration!

If I learned anything at all this week, it is this, (thank you Magnolia tree for the reminder) that in order to be happy, live fully and make this life count, one must greet each moment with arms (or petals) wide open, because life is fragile and fleeting, but it’s also fragrant, inspiring and wonderful.Celebrate everything! The good, the mundane, even the bad stuff. It’s all part of the puzzle. While it may take a bit of tweaking we need every piece of the puzzle to complete the picture.

 Am I rambling? Perhaps a bit. But rambling is okay. And standing still works too. Just remember to breathe along the way and try not to blink…you might miss something really really great!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 5 June 2016

I’ll take
my diamonds at
dawn, chartreuse,
dewy, baubles…
mystic alchemy
…through frosted glass
my heart remembers
Serendipitous, indeed!
Dutch oily balls and cakes
deep-fried dough doused in sugar
stuff yourselves with olykoeks
cloak the night as dew descends
lemony sweet ivory, bursting at dawn,
A breach in the chain
Piercing through one’s heart
Lingering scorches.

kat ❤️

The Shi Sai, a form created by Kat Myrman in April 2016, is a poem created by taking one line of verse from several poems of an author’s own collection. The shi sai is done as a review of a series or collection of poems and therefore, each line should flow in chronological order of the dates the poems were written (from oldest to new). The lines chosen should be the author’s favorite from each poem. This form works best if the author resists the temptation to read the full new poem before all the verses have been added. (It helps one to resist the impulse to change a line to make it “fit”)

Echoes of my Neighborhood

I am staying with the Tree theme this week for my Echoes of my Neighborhood entry. I have been keeping a close eye on my young Magnolia tree. She has not had a blooming season yet in her young life, until this year. As temperatures warmed she burst into new growth, more than I had seen in Spring’s past. And most recently I noticed a single bud forming. 

As my birthday approached this week I secretly hoped for a a full bloom on my special day. And to my great delight, that is exactly what happened. I like to call events like this serendipitous. It is a truly humbling and wonderful blessing! And so I am sharing with you photos that I took this morning and again this evening. What a wonderful gift! 

There is quite a bit of symbolism at play as well. The Chinese people celebrate a 60th birthday as a completion of a full life cycle. It is a day of rebirth. When you see some of the symbolism associated with the Magnolia blossom, you will see what I mean when I say this flowering is serendipitous! 

The Symbolism of the Magnolia Blossom

Magnolia blossoms are considered the very first or most primitive flowers. Because of this, they are also said to be a symbol of long life. White Magnolia blossoms represent purity, feminine sweetness and perfection and are symbols of Luna or moon goddesses. They are associated with life force and birth. The name Magnolia is the number 9 in Numerology, signifying the completion of a cycle and standing as a universal number. It likewise symbolizes a lifetime of fulfillment and nobility. Receiving a magnolia bloom brings the message, “You are worthy of a beautiful magnolia.” ❤

What a blessing that my little tree blossomed today of all days! 

June 2. 2016 – 6:30 am

June 2, 2016 – 6:00 pm – Beginnings of an open blossom!

Serendipitous, indeed! 🙂

This Is Sixty

I celebrate my sixtieth year on the planet this week…and I’m just getting started! ❤️

Bring me Noodles and
Peaches and Diamonds
for this Jubilee! I am
Metal, Fire, Water,
Earth, and Wood…I am
Virgo and Venus, a Lover
and a Devil, Matriarch
and Crone, a full-cycled
Soul embarking on a
new wave of Harmony,
Peace, Justice and
Truth…a whirling
dervish of Fibonacci
perfected Chaos oozing
Harmony, Balance and
Nurture for I am
Wisdom and Grace,
a Red Rose in full
bloom. I am Winter.
A mere Three-Score,
Composite of Abundance,
a Sexagenarian measured
in seconds and minutes,
cubits and talents, in vertex
angles of unilateral
triangles and buckyballs…
I am ancient…I am
timeless! And I am a
Kosher Babyboomer
Daughter, Sister, Mother,
Friend…Grandmother, Anam
Cara, Soul Mate, Twin…
I am Love and Magic,
the sum of decades
of experience, still
young enough to
reap the rewards…So
I’ll nap when I need to,
go bra-less, wear less
make-up, more flat
shoes and comfortable
clothes, and I’ll play
more, worry less and
shed whatever no
longer makes me
happy. This is what
sixty looks like,
instructions no longer
needed. I finally love
this familiar soft skin
that I’m in and my
graying locks…and
one more thing…
I don’t want anyTHING
for this milestone
birthday…I will
have a plate of
sweet red velvet
cake and most of
all I just want YOU.

kat ~ 28 May 2016



It’s not every day that one hits a milestone half a century in the making. That would be me, actually, who has evolved and survived some fifty plus years on this planet. “An event of this magnitude warrants something big,” I thought at the time, “something unexpected, memorable. Yes, this calls for nothing less than a tattoo!” Don’t laugh. It’s quite common you know. Middle-aged people add a tat or two to commemorate a well-lived life. Besides, it was on my bucket list.

Of course, my first and only tattoo could not be merely common, like a butterfly or a flower. This was fifty years we were talking about. So I did what anyone who wants to find a meaningful symbol to etch permanently into one’s flesh would do. I googled it. I already knew that I wanted something that reflected my faith with a Celtic flare. And I wanted a verse to go with it, in Latin. Mind you, I knew nothing about Latin except for a few words derived from Latin roots. But I was determined and inspired.

It didn’t take long to find the perfect verse. “Alis Volat Propriis!” or as it is translated in English, “She flies with her own wings!” I am reminded of a quote by the late, great president, Abraham Lincoln, “The problem with internet quotes is that you can’t always depend on their accuracy.” But then, I digress. I am getting a bit ahead of myself.

I went to work creating a beautiful tattoo sketch. I found the perfect Celtic knot triangle embellished with ivy for the art. Then I printed a word of the verse on each side. “Alis…Volat…Propiis”.

To my great delight and surprise, three of my daughters managed to make it to my door from two states away just in time to celebrate the big 5-0 with me, as well as accompany me to the tattoo shop, just in case I was having second thoughts. I wasn’t. I was ready to present my flesh as a canvas and to commemorate my mid-life Croning, as it were, in a big way.

If you have never gotten a tattoo, you should know, it hurts. There’s no way around it. The droning precision of the needle as it pulses, depositing ink, black and green, deep into layers of flesh hurts like hell. But with good company for moral support and music playing in the background…heavy, loud music… the hour or so goes by pretty quickly.

I loved my new tattoo. I still do, even though a few years later I discovered my worst nightmare…a misspelled word! I hate typos. This typo was etched permanently on my left shoulder blade. “Alis Volat Propiis.” “Where was the “R”? There is supposed to be an “R” after the second P? How did I miss it? Every source I consulted online spelled the phrase without the “R”!”

And that was the problem. It seems that there are quite a few folks wandering around with this misspelled disaster branded into their skin. The State of Oregon even listed it as a viable “Latin Motto Version”. But, ultimately, it was a typo! One that I had spent weeks researching and perfecting with my photo design program. One that I had suffered through hours of grueling, dull, excruciating pain to receive.

It could have been my undoing you know, having to live with this embarrassing secret hidden under my clothes. But I have grown attached to my beautiful flawed tattoo because it reminds me of me. It was, in fact, the perfect way to commemorate my crazy, roller coaster first 50 years.

This year I will celebrate my 60th year. I have lived ten more years filled the joys and sorrows that are part of every life. I thought about getting another tattoo. But I can’t decide what it should be or say. I’ve tossed this verse around…tell me what you think… “Just Breath”. I am kidding you know. Maybe I’ll just stick with butterflies.

kat ~ 25 January 2016
(675 Words – Non-Fiction)

Yes…this really happened…and yes, I still love it, flawed and all! 


This story is in response to RonovanWrites Weekly Flash Fiction Challenge. If you would like to read other stories or add your own, click HERE.


The Election


Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2016

No one suspected that something so conspicuously displayed had the potential to raze an entire city. Malcolm placed it right on the mantle. To his guests it looked like a decorative light, with flashing arcs of green and blue and purple.

It was a night to celebrate the landslide election that promised freedom from the oppressive cruelty once wielded by the now deposed regime. Their hero, a visionary, would soon take the reigns and move the city into a bright and hopeful future. Malcolm smiled as he watched his guests enjoying themselves. They deserved to be happy.

He almost forgot about the capsule. It had been his Plan B. Malcolm, you see, despite his charm and fortune, was also slightly mad. If they had lost the election, there was no reason for anyone to live. He would ensure it.

As he glanced at the mantle, the color drained from his face. The capsule was gone! A quick scan of the room revealed his worse nightmare. There on the floor a child sat shaking the cylinder, giggling as it changed colors…green, blue, purple…RED! NOT RED!

Malcolm raced toward the child shouting, “Please! put it …”

kat ~ 6 January 2016
(195 Words)

This story was prompted by the unusual photo you see above. It is definitely not a doomsday device, but according to our host, at Sunday Photo Fiction, it is a fancy speaker for his computer. If you would like to read other stories inspired by this photo or enter your own story, click HERE.

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