each moment holds
the promise of peace
for searching souls
with open hearts
and minds
that quietly listen
kat~2 September 2016
each moment holds
the promise of peace
for searching souls
with open hearts
and minds
that quietly listen
kat~2 September 2016
Happy Monday! Hope your Monday is not being a…MONDAY. I decided to kick off the week, I would post a Magnetic Poem on Mondays. It’s a nice over my lunch hour activity and the best part is that I don’t need to come up with the words from scratch. I just need to arrange them into a poem. If you’d like to try one out for yourself here is the link for the online version: Magnetic Poetry Online. Now I don’t need to stand next to my refrigerator to have fun with magnetic wordplay.
Here’s what I came up with for this week using The Poet’s Kit…

little faith
they have wished on
a thousand stars
for love, peace, joy,
promising god their hearts
if only they believed
someone was truly listening
~kat – 11 July 2016

Happy Sunday to you this Leap Day’s Eve! What a week it has been! I missed participating in a few of my favorite challenges this week being otherwise occupied while attending to my partner who had surgery. It made for a short work week which meant cramming 5 days of work into three, a very early, long into the night, hospital day and a flurry of prep to bring the patient home.
Here we are beginning a new week and I am overwhelmed. Not because of the detour from our routine, but because I feel so blessed! The surgery went well, I got all my work done, I was able to fit a few naps in between the craziness and I am blessed to have people in my life to care for and who care for me. And btw…the sun came out today!
Life happens. Despite our best attempts to plan and schedule, things can change in an instant. Even when we know a detour is coming up ahead, there is no way to fully prepare for every twist and turn of the revised trip. We might even find we arrive slightly off our intended destination point. Life happens.
I have learned that it is best in these situations to go with the flow. To pause along the way to take in the new scenery. To embrace the blessings to be found in the unfamiliar (sometimes those are the best kind) :).
The circumstances outside may be a chaotic jumbled mess but if I remember to pause, to breathe, everything I need is tucked away in that moment waiting for me to notice, centering me in peace.
The coming week is sure to be full of surprises…I’ll write when I have a window, nap when the lulls give me a wink, and go with the flow of this beautiful, messy thing called life. may you too have a week of surpising blessings! Here’s a quick look back…
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse ~ 28 February 2016
Prone to incessant word churn
Lips, on the cusp of a smile
mischievous poltergeist,
’twas me who blinked first.
Like a dull needle skipping clumsily
across a broken record, they repeated
the same words.
And we wait…
Engage in futile stances,
Grace
embracing
Undeserved
Heart murmuring
Trusting
Peace.
~ kat
Hush
Silent
Soft humming
Grace embracing
Lull
Grace
Lovely
Undeserved
Boundless
Gift
Breath
Slowing
Deepening
Heart murmuring
Calm
Heart
Trusting
Unguarded
Brimming
Swell
Peace
Blissful
Centering
Mindful presence
Rest.
kat ~ 27 February 2016
A trio of Lanterns interspersed by a duo of Lanturnes…imagining an Asian-themed garden of paper lanterns for Jane Dougherty’s Poetry Challenge.
To read more click HERE. Here are the poetry form descriptions:
Lantern Poem Form:
line one: one syllable (Subject)
line two: two syllables (Description)
line three: three syllables (Description)
line four: four syllables (Description
line five: one syllable (synonym of or related to the first line)
Lanturne Poem Form: (5 lines/Syllable Pattern: 1-2-3-2-1)

Photo Credit: A Mixed Bag 2010
“It’s been there for over a week! Once the snow melted I thought someone would come move it.”
“No sign of movement anywhere near the car, you say?” The Sheriff wanted to be sure before calling the tow truck.
“Nothing. But I have noticed this strange light…”
“Go on…”
“At first I thought it was a flashlight, but nobody has been out there in this weather. This little ball of light just bounces around near the door and then…there! You see it?”
“Hmmm…that is certainly odd. Maybe I better have a closer look. You stay here Mrs. Martin.” As he opened the door, there huddled in the front seat was the frozen body of an older man. An autopsy later revealed that the poor guy had likely died of a heart attack.
As for the strange light, Mrs. Martin only saw it once more. As the coroner’s van took the body away, the ball of light appeared brighter than she had ever seen it. It made a spiral or two and then zipped over her head disappearing.
“How strange,” she thought. But it left her with a peaceful feeling. Maybe that poor guy was finally at peace too.
kat – 19 January 2016
(200 Words)
A story in response to Sunday Photo Fiction’s Challenge based on the photo above. If you would like to enter your own story or read the other submissions, click HERE.