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Another Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 May 2020

It is week…oh I don’t know. Pick a number, 1 to 100, it doesn’t matter, any number will do, because the weeks run together now. No Monday morning angst when a day is like the one before, or the next. No hump day celebrations, anticipations of TGIF, no weekends, no Sunday day of rest. There is only sunrise and sunset, sunrise…sunset…sunrise…sunset.

If ever there was a time to learn to breathe, it is now. If ever a time to cherish the moment, to fall into the abyss of mindfulness, it is this. Sunlight streaming, a cool breeze tossing emerald treetops, the sparkle of dawn’s first light.

They call it the new normal, but I don’t want to be normal anymore. I’ve had a taste of the life I once left behind working overtime week after week after week, forgetting that I had a life once, or could have if only I had made room for it.

They are a gift, these blurry days that never seem to end but for the relentless cadence of day into night into day into night and again. I breathed just now, slow, deep, inhaling, exhaling. Truth. I am learning, with nowhere to be, that here is all I need and now is all that matters.

Have a lovely now my friends…look! There goes a butterfly.


Another Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 10 May 2020

when we reflect on how it was
dawn emerging through the trees
it took a tragedy for our broken hearts to mend
i can’t help myself, it’s an obsession, yes, i know
but I’m not sure they’re who they claim
there’s no sleeping in, no lingering
day after day, and instinct

~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.


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 May 2020

When I was researching yesterday’s poem I learned a thing or two about passerines. (AKA: perching birds or songbirds. Passerines are distinguished from other orders of birds by the arrangement of their toes (three pointing forward and one back), which facilitates perching.) That robust singing you hear at dawn, especially in spring, and sometimes well before dawn, is produced with great effort and prowess by the males only. These lusty gents sing to let the world know that they survived another night, to establish their territory, and ultimately to woo a mate. I never knew that. Now you do too!

But what does that have to do with this morning’s ReVerse. It’s simple…simply this..every morning, if we are fortunate enough to see another day, we should do as the passerines do. Breathe deeply and sing heartily, “I made it through another night, I am here, let’s get on with living life!”

Normally, in addition to choosing lines from the week’s poems, I choose a favorite graphic as well. Today you get an original snapshot! I could not ignore the magnificent show this morning as the sun crested the mountain just outside my window. The sun seemed to be echoing the message of today’s ReVerse. “You made it through another night, you are here…get on with living life!”

These days when the days meld into weeks, into months it’s a good thing to pause as the sun is rising, to breathe, to embrace the moment, or better yet, let the moment embrace you, before heading off to do whatever it is you do, holding the memory of dawn to reflect upon throughout the day when the hours blur. It is good to pause to remember you survived another dark night and you are here. Celebrate it!


Sunday’s Week in Reverse – 3 May 2020

scent of blossoms on the breeze
pleasures stolen now and then,
won’t send a soul to hell
golden sunlight streaming
you have nothing to fear
the world stopped spinning,
life stopped living
imagine it with me
dawn’s first light, a symphony

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 April 2020

Another Sunday, another week ahead, work from my home office/bedroom. I am grateful to be working. I am grateful for this shelter to shelter in, I am grateful that those whom I hold dearest on this earth have remained thus far untouched from the virus and are safe.

But oh, it is wearying to live with danger lurking just beyond the door. I wonder what will become of us if we break quarantine too soon. I wonder if it’s just a matter of time before we all get the virus. I wonder what life will be like on the other side, because the truth is, we’re just biding our time, doing the best we can, until this is over.

This has been a crash course in living in the moment, because that is all any of us truly have. I’m grateful for this moment. I’ve taken up a new practice. When I cannot sleep, I don’t count sheep; I count my blessings one by one. They offer me a glimmer of hope even on the darkest of nights.

Peace all! Keep safe. Stay well.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 26 April 2020

sometimes I see it flash as I pass by
the changing tide, the ceiling cracking
a veritable lament
the wind sighs
normal’s not normal anymore
unless you’ve been living underneath a rock
there beneath the juniper tree
the night looms black

~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.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 April 2020

Coronavirus, sheltering in, social distancing. It’s hard to think about, write about, talk about anything else these days. But for the first time in my recollection, the world is united in its battle to contain the virus. I cannot remember a time when we shared a common adversary like this. Sure, there are issues that should unite us globally like climate change, poverty and hunger, world peace. Depending on our leadership, countries pick and choose their cause célèbre in posturing and political gamesmanship, but the virus is no respecter of geography, rank or status. We are all vulnerable; we are all affected.

We’re living in a “new normal” they say. I’m not entirely sure we will ever return to what we all considered normal normal. But that is okay with me, because here in the U.S. we have been devolving into an increasingly polarized nation where social distancing has become a way of life, each of us retreating behind the walled fortresses of our respective tribes. If there can be a silver lining in a pandemic it is perhaps this. We are all rallying now behind the heroes in this battle. The healthcare workers, the grocery store clerks, the delivery drivers, the restaurants who continue to feed us, take out or delivery, the first responders, the teachers who are finding new ways to engage our kids, the warehouse and factory workers who keep us supplied with essential needs. Heroes are the people who get things done and keep things going. And it matters not our politics nor our religious persuasion, nor our station, when we hear about another soul stricken, most of us pause, our hearts pricked in common sadness and for those that do, we say a prayer for those fighting for their lives and those downed in battle. We have said it before, we are more alike than we are different. These days we’re getting a hard lesson in that fact. And it’s caused us to be a more compassionate, kinder people. But for grace, because of it, we are all in this together. We need each other now, more than ever.

So do I want the old normal back? Uh, that would be a no, as long as we are able to maintain the bittersweet side effects that a global tragedy like this leaves behind. It gives me hope for us. I have always known we had it in us. It’s a beautiful thing to see!

But before I go, let me tell you about the photograph above. I took it through my window last night in the wee hours. The moon was muted behind light clouds, its beams streaming through the tall trees. It was so bright that it woke me up. When I took a closer look at the photo, “she” emerged, with a bright heart guiding her in the darkness. There’s a huge dark heart below her, but one barely notices it. The light averts our attention upward.

In the Christian tradition I grew up in, Easter was a big deal. The passion of the previous days leading up to a triumphant Easter morn. Of particular interest to me as I’ve grown older and a little wiser is the role that Mary Magdalene played. The face in my early morning photograph reminds me of her. Surrounded by darkness, consumed by love, I imagine her journeying to the tomb that darkest of mornings. She had no idea that dawn would emerge, a miracle. Still she pressed on. We don’t know how this is all going to end, but one thing I do know, thanks to my night visitor, no matter how dark it may be, love will guide us from the darkness to the dawn.

Stay safe, stay well, and stay kind. If the fates are willing, I’ll see you next week.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 12 April 2020

they all learned they were kindred then
psychotic, frenzied,
as (they) paused for a prayer
an invisible foe looming
trees bend with the wind
whistling
the greatest cure for all is love that’s deep

~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 – 22 September 2019

I took some poetic liberty with today’s ReVerse lifting single words from my favorite lines instead of penning the entire line; still sequential, still a snapshot of last week…a reVerse condensed. But I love this week’s stream of consciousness.

On this eve of Autumn my heart is singing. It is my favorite season. Cooling, shorter days, bursts of jewel tone colors, the crunch of leaves and acorns underfoot, the smell of wood burning, first puffs of smoke from chimneys on cool nights, the rustling of squirrels gathering for winter, the mournful last songs of crickets at dusk, pumpkins, gourds, silver corn stalk bundles, the abundance of earthy root vegetables, harvest celebrations, sunflowers, soup simmering on the stove, wafts of garlic, celery and onion melding, bread, sweet and buttery warm, fresh from oven…

I love this season of letting go and settling in, of longer nights, the flicker of candle light and crackling hearths. And I love this week’s ReVerse poem. Out of a week’s worth of words, a harvest of beautiful words. It’s a pity Autumn can’t last all year, but then again, I’d miss the snow, the blooming buds, flowers, trees, bursting lush and verdant, dancing in the breeze, thunder storms, days that last forever…

Autumn is just a sleep away. I am so excited!!! There’s just one thing…I think I’ll pass on that pumpkin-spiced latte! 😉 I’m more of a mulled cider, mead kinda girl…Cheers…Skål…Sláinte…Santé…Prost…Salute!!!!!! Until we meet again!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 22 September 2019

twilight to tranquility
unearthed
casting shadows
touch
cool on skin, breath
void of the light
wrapped in the night
those who dream

~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.