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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 June 2019

Well, this week’s ReVerse gave me a chuckle! What a jumble of lines it is. Relationships, nature, a pause to smell the roses, and reality nipping at my heels. I am up to my elbows in messy life …on overload. (It’s going to take patience and persistence to coax black kitty from underneath the neighbor’s porch. There is barely enough clearance for a cat. But at least we know he or she is alive and well.)

Life feels very fragile to me right now. Concern for a someone dear to me going through “stuff” and being unable to help, aside from showing love, concern and support, and reminding them of the truth…not always easy, missing my distant children and grand children, working long hours in what feels like futility. No matter what my team accomplishes, the company wants more and more from us. Sometimes I feel so tired.

And then the sun comes out! And I pause to count my blessings. I have a few, more than a few, in fact. And I am presented with opportunity every day to show kindness, be it to care for rescue kitties, or simply having a ready smile for complete strangers, or an encouraging word. I can let those I love know how I feel, and should every day. It’s the most important thing I can do. What a gift these opportunities are. No matter how dark the state of the world may be, I can choose to let a little light shine.

And in the words of the famous motel spokesperson, radio personality extraordinaire, Tom Bodett, if you feel yourself losing your way, “we’ll leave the light on for you.” Have a great week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 June 2019

what is a friend if not painfully honest
truth mattered, people cared
When you’re done humiliating me, a little help maybe?
somewhere a lake grows shallow
enter the light
fair weather, clear skies due west
the sun will come out tomorrow…you betcha
scent of cut grass and roses wafting
apparently strays and wildlife have our number!
don’t engage, kat, for god’s sake, just eat your toast

~kat


A ReVerse poem 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 16 June 2019

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I usually get to this weekly exercise bright and early, but this weekend has been a distraction. We decided to extract kittens from our crawl space. I was worried for them being out in the elements. Worried for the mama cat too, who we plan to humanely capture and get spayed so there will be no more kittens for her to deal with. Finally, we hoped to find homes for all this little refugee family. We prepared a small room we are not using to house them (so as not to mix them in with my resident brood of cats and dogs). Plans are set to take them for medical exams, worming, vaccinations and the like. Needless to say, none of this was planned, and dealing with a litter of kittens is certainly not how I would have chosen to spend this weekend. But that is where we found ourselves. Life throws us curveballs all the time.

When we got under the porch we realized we had quite a challenge. The previous owners of this house had dumped the former porch planks underneath the existing one and we discovered a series of tunnels, dug, we suspect, by a ground hog or some other sizable burrowing critter. Thanks to the help of our neighbors we were able to save three kittens from the dangerous maze under our house and get them safely inside. The mother cat of course darted straight away in all the commotion and one kitten eluded us. It is bittersweet. My heart breaks that we couldn’t save them all in one grand effort. We will continue to feed mama cat every morning and night. She wanders several houses down after filling her belly. We suspect she has the fourth kitty stowed away somewhere else. At least we hope so, and we hope also that she sees fit to bring it back with her at a future date. There is nothing we would like more than to reunite this little family, care for them and find them loving forever homes.

All this had me thinking about what is happening at our southern border…children being separated from their parents, kept in cages (though this is not the condition my visiting kittens find themselves in). It’s is an oddly similar situation, though there are some differences. We fully plan for this family to have wonderful lives, all of them…mama too. We hope that these little souls will find that we are good humans. It is sad to think that there needs to be a distinction made. Between good and bad humans, the latter having no compassion for life in all its beautiful forms. It breaks my heart to know that there are young children who have no hope for a normal future because those in power are unwilling to address the problem of immigration and how we deal with refugees. And it breaks my heart to know that there are people who think the families at the border deserve the cruel treatment they are enduring for having come here hoping for more.

I suppose we could have ignored the family of kittens who came to live under our porch. They certainly didn’t ask us if they could crash in our crawlspace. And we don’t really owe them anything. We could just let nature take its course. I’m sure there are some people who would tell me as much. They are not our responsibility after all. But this evening, as write this, I am taking a deep breath. We saved three…homes waiting for them when they are ready (health checked, and a wee bit older). I may not have the power to save every kitten, or every human who finds itself in need of rescuing. But I have this moment, this unexpected weekend, to do a tiny part in showing care and compassion. I don’t expect thanks or special recognition for this. Knowing that I made things better for three and hopefully five (mama and the stray kitten) will be enough. And having this opportunity to tap into the well of compassion is a blessing, unexpected as it may be. The most any of us can hope for is to leave this place a little better than we found it. I’m trying my best…I really am.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 16 June 2019

work life balance is having it all
if only she knew
just being was enough
don’t lose your head over it
burning the candle at both ends
a mourning dove coos from the cable line
commands a personal sense of right,
never to return, she waits by the phone
angry waves swirl and swell

~kat


A ReVerse poem 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 June 2019

This past week was an interesting mix. Today’s reVerse hints at this. I have to be honest. As I was lifting lines from the posts last week I was not at all convinced that the resulting poem would make any sense. That is, until I read it back to myself, and then in a weird way it did. These Sunday reflections always amaze me.

I hope your week was a good one. For every sorrow, I hope you were able to find a flicker of joy, for every challenge, a victory, or at least a sense that victory is possible. We often get swept up in the extremes of life, but it is in the in between that we live most of our days, making the extraordinary something to celebrate and to savor.

Speaking of…In case you missed it, I had the honor of being featured in an interview, “How D’Ya Do?”, hosted by D.Avery at ShiftnShake. Thank you again D. Like today’s reVerse I’m a mixed bag. What you see is what you get, no fabricated personas or cryptic pen names here. I am profoundly grateful for the creativity that surges in my brain and happy to have this forum to let bits of it spill out. Thank you for accompanying on this journey. Have a great week…keep it real. 😉

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 9 June 2019

twisty tabs and shadows
toss all of the above in a large bowl
rocks that I’ve discovered in gravel beds and kept
a leaky faucet shattered the silence
believing is not enough
my passions spring
prone to fade like the ink that penned them
nothing matters but this present moment
sharp as a jagged blade
with the remains of bridges burned

~kat


A ReVerse poem 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 June 2019

Today’s ReVerse is so beautiful! It truly captures moments of sublime presence from this past week. I must be getting better at savoring the moments, for having noticed all this!

The world is a troubled, complicated place, but for the constancy of nature. From dawn’s first sparkle and the happy trill of birdsong, to dusk’s gentle fading into night, there are moments of beautiful constancy, reminding us that this, all this, the stuff of life, is worth cherishing, fighting for from our first breath to our last. Some among us, true patriots, gave all for the rights and freedom of the many. We remembered them this week here in the US even while reeling from the horror of yet another mass shooting (gentle blessings to the families of the 14 souls lost in Virginia Beach…), a fresh crop of lies from our president and his ilk, fresh revelations of inhumane treatment of families at our border, bodies crammed in too tight quarters, treated as criminals rather that the desperate refugees that they are, the growing assault on women’s rights, and the rumblings of the “I” word, impeachment…finally. These sad realities did not escape me, but each day there was this too: flowers in bloom, birds nesting with glorious gaping beaks to fill, sunrises and sunsets. I am grateful for each moment that begged my attention to remind me that the greatest gift in this life is life itself. And that all life really requires of me is to be. That is enough, more than enough.

Have a wonderful day being you. And if you forget who that is, take a moment to breathe, noticing the life that hums around you. It will remind you of everything you need to know.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 June 2019

she clings to petals, pod swollen with seed
remember freedom is worth fighting for
so someone could dream of flowers
look at this beauty
the earth reminds me whispering… “just be”
in solitary reverie she blooms
blossoms…perfection in miniature
words fill the quiet space betwixt between

~kat


A ReVerse poem 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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 May 2019

I am intrigued by the idea that this life is but one incarnation of many. My catholic upbringing didn’t hint at this. Quite the opposite. My childhood was riddled with the fear of eternal purgatory where my soul would spend eons working off the debt of a lifetime of sin. And then there was that familiar prick of guilt that boiled under my skin for each white lie I told, for each unkindness, for each failed relationship; even when I was good, for not being good enough. Each transgression was entirely my fault, of course, always my fault. I have spent decades apologizing for every breath I take. The idea that I might have lived before, and may again, softens the blow of a bumbled existence.

There is also another concept to consider. When this life ends and I breath my last, that will be it. The end, fade to black, but for the passage of my dna and fading memories in the minds of those left behind.

And of course there is one more story going around. Talk of mansions and streets of gold, virgins, banquets. Of happy reunions with loved ones passed, with beloved pets even, as the newly departed are escorted by angels to a perfect place, better, far better than this. If I had to tell it, certainly I’d embellish it even more…as some have…no sadness, no sickness or hardship, eternal bliss, but, and this is where the tellers of this story and I part ways: there is a cost. To enter this club heaven, there is a price…a secret pledge, if you will. It’s like an incantation. “Repeat after me,” they say, “and all is forgiven, past, present, and future”. It’s tempting. Say a few words like you mean it and you’re home free. I even tried it once, maybe twice, just to be sure, just in case I didn’t mean it enough the first time. But I just couldn’t reconcile the doctrines of this elite club and the rules they played by here on earth. The idea that saying a few hallowed words somehow gives one a pass and the license to make life a living hell for anyone who’s not a member. That’s part of the plan, you see, convince the lost they’re hopeless, make them say uncle, or god or whatever…”prosperity, eternal bliss can be yours…just repeat after me.” You get credit for every soul you convince. Like I said, tempting.

We like these stories that we’ve made up over time to make sense of life, and death. Some make more sense than others. But no one really knows. I certainly don’t have a clue. But I must say the older I get the less it matters. Really. I am okay with any of them or none of them. I certainly don’t need a mansion, too much upkeep, and it’s the neighbors…I have found it hard to get along them on earth, or even like them, for that matter. What if I could get a do-over? Or even if this is it. Fade to nothingness. I’m okay with all or nothing. Dust to dust. Dust to dust. I don’t mean to sound morbid. Blame it on today’s reverse. The truth is I’m inclined these day to savor moments. A moment is a long time if you pay attention. It is more than enough. At least for me it is. Peace to you on your journey to wherever. There are roses to smell and to admire. And look! There goes a butterfly!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 May 2019

stars reveal our capacity for hope
but for brief flickers of remembering
past memories
I’m alone
apple of sodom, bane of innocents
ambassadors of peace with prickly tongues
seems out of place
a softer me
a penny
crushed by a thousand
longing for a life deeply rooted
it’s almost heaven…almost

~kat


A ReVerse poem 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.


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