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instinct

instinct

the hatchlings were just three days
old when the storm came, a tempest
that downed trees, swelled creeks,
cresting river banks and dams, poor
phoebe babies, it was too much, too
soon, the eave above their nest too
narrow to protect them, their parents
helpless to intervene…to dust they have
returned, before their first flight, the flutter,
the cool lift of air beneath their wings…
nature is magnificent, but it can seem
cruel, life goes on, scavengers are fed,
the nest abandoned, no time to mourn…

it was only a few days passing before
the bonded phoebe pair surveyed a safer
nesting place, slopping mud-dipped moss,
twigs and grass on a back porch lamp,
days of primping, packing, pruning to
try again, heeding the call of instinct, the
cycle of life, of death, of life, to welcome
a new brood of hatchlings into the harsh,
beautiful, magnificent world where nature
provides and takes away with drops of
rain…at least for today, the sun is shining

~kat


A glimpse into life in the Blue Ridge foothills. I’m spending a lot more time here sheltering in with nature surrounding me. Most days I love it, the sunrises and sunsets, the wildlife, birdsong and spectacular greening, this, my first spring here. And then there are times when the bough breaks…it reminds me of my own fragility. A time to be born and a time to die. What happens in between, the moments are there to inspire me if I’m paying attention. Peace ♾


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.


obliquity

obliquity

after days of rain
the shallow rooted pine
succumbed to gravity
bare limbs brushing the clay
thicket creeper creeping

~kat


For today, a gogyohka. It’s meant to be concise (five lines) but free (variable line length with each phrase). No special seasonal or cutting words. No subject matter constraints. Just five lines of poetic phrases.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 May 2020

It’s been a good week here in the foothills. We have three new Phoebe chicks nesting just under the eave of our house. My peace lily has four blooms…FOUR! That’s a first for me. The money tree is thriving. Got tomatoes and cucumber plants sprouting in a little back porch garden, the roses are blooming, blackberry buds are emerging, the weeds are blooming, clover is abundant, including a dozen or more four leafers, and I saw my first woodpecker! I’ve been on this earth over 60 years and never saw one in person until this week! And I actually had time to start reading a book. Oh my…a book!

It’s the little things, isn’t it? The little insignificant things that we missed when we were so busy going here and there, working from dawn to dusk in windowless cubicles and offices, the hours spent commuting, stuck in traffic. The virus has been disruptive, terrifying and devastating, but it has also forced us to slow down. And if we are wise, we take a moment to notice. Just notice. The little things will do the rest. They’ve been there all along waiting for you.

Have a week filled with little things my friends. Stay safe, stay healthy…peace.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 17 May 2020

I remember every first moment
i am like the wind
everything is gray
head in the heavens
I don’t need a new normal
diminutive perfection

~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.


weeds

weeds

to the seeker’s eye
diminutive perfection
Gaia’s masterpiece

~kat


Just a few snap shots from my walk today. ❤️


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