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Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 January 2017

Happy Sunday! Winter’s fury has descended upon many parts of my country. The weather forecasters and government authorities warn us to stay inside where it’s safe. And we know they’re right. We are reminded they are right by the sound of spinning tires on ice screaming from the silence late at night and by reports of stranded drivers and multiple car pile ups on the evening news. Some people just don’t heed the warnings. But not me. I’m happy to spend the day in my pajamas, eating and drinking warm things and napping between sappy movie binges. Staying safe is bliss!

But after a few days of slugging around behind my sterile four walls, I need a break, if for no other reason than to replenish my dwindling supply of milk and bread. So I dig myself out, venture past my neighborhood into the light of day and join the masses of other cabin fever sufferers who clog the highways and byways, narrow grocery aisles and shopping malls.

We are so predictable aren’t we? So predictable that we are easily convinced to take the safe route. Master manipulators hungry for power are well aware of our weakness. “Let us take care of things for you,” they say, “We’ll make the world great for you again. Let us tend to he details. Stay inside your tiny worlds where you feel safe. Let us handle things. We know things you don’t.”

But eventually it’s time to dig out, because for the world to hum, to thrive, to be great requires our participation. We need to join the masses. There are shopping malls to haunt, restaurants to patronize and grocery stores stocked to the rafters with milk and bread. No one can take care of the details for us. We are the ones who keep things humming.

So as we venture out after the storm, past soot-blackened snow mounds, scary ice patches and bumper to bumper uncomfortable closeness with strangers, with others, it helps to remember that, like us, they are doing their part too.

I’m guessing we’d miss each other if one of us didn’t show up…even the ones who didn’t heed the warnings. And I’m guessing we want us all to arrive safely wherever it is we’re heading.

Stay safe, stay warm…and stay in the game. We need you.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 January 2017

beautiful rain at dawn
flattened area under a tree.
lately is not late
time is a tyrant
early birds will lose
all it takes is a head spin
the sum of our parts
flowers and people
it’s not the destination
earth beneath resting
I got here just in time!

~kat

A shi sai or 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 shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a  glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week. 😊


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 December 2016


For some of us, today is Christmas. Yesterday, others celebrated Hanukkah and earlier this week, still others celebrated Yule or Winter Solstice. I’m thinking there were even a few who celebrated Festivus a few days ago. And in another day Kwanzaa will commence. Whatever our persuasions, I believe we are all connected by our common humanity, our belief in goodness and love and our collective hope for peace.

This has been a rocky year for many. It’s easy to get discouraged; to lose hope. But for today I invite you to join me in the moment. Wherever you are, whenever you happen to read this…stop. Take a deep breath and hold it inside you for a few seconds. The very air that fills your lungs right now once traveled in and out of another’s lungs. We are all connected even by the air we breath!

And now, before your lungs burst, one more thing. Say a blessing for the next person who will share those air molecules with you. Finally exhale slowly.

Just imagine what would happen if we all did this? If we all took a moment or two or more each day to send a few blessings to a stranger. Why, the air would literally be thick with sweetness! 

If you’ve read this far, I have one more thing to tell you. In anticipation of you reading this blog post, I sent a blessing ahead for you! I believe with all my heart that we are connected, you and I, and we are together for better and for worse in this crazy world of ours.

My wish for you? It’s okay if I tell you. It won’t make it any less true. Take what you need and pass along the rest.

For you I wish for hope, peace, love, healing, happiness, rest, and the realization that you are not alone. How do I know this? Because I just told you so. You are not alone because you have me thinking about you with gratefulness right now. Be blessed my friend.

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 December 2016

blanketed in frosting
it seemed like a good idea
fortune comes to thee this night
solstice vespers toll,
leave luminous trails…
be happy my sweet…
serve it up with festive flair…
you’re heaven on earth
…always in our hearts

Happy Holidays to you as you celebrate this season of many faith traditions and most importantly peace, hope and love!

~kat

The Shi Sai (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It 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”.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 December 2016


Happy Sunday! We had a beautiful full moon this week. I love the Roman word for moon, Luna. Considered the feminine counterpart to the masculine Sol, for the sun, Luna has been a favorite subject of artists and writers, her beautiful full face, an illuminated fixture in night sky.

Though earth revolves around the sun, the moon revolves around the earth. She always shows us her face, each facet glowing with the same intensity. Some would say that she is only a dark orb of rock, a pale reflection of the sun’s light but I believe she makes the light accessible to us. We cannot gaze for long at Sol’s blustering, spitting face. Luna filters that intensity and softens the destructive nature of the Sol’s all-consuming, blinding fierceness. She bends the light so we can gaze upon it. She often calls us to reflect, to hope, to dream. And she is by no means weak or powerless. She commands the night sky, dipping her finger into the oceans causing them to swell in the rising of the tides. Even when the earth blocks her face from the light, she is there, unchanged, surrounded by a host of stars.

Luna, with her feminine traits, causes me to reflect on a few important truths about being female, despite what we have been encouraged to believe. It is interesting that I started this week with a reminder to love oneself and ended it with a comforting recipe that I share every year with my daughters. In the same way, I feel compelled to share this “recipe”; a list of affirmations on what it is to be female in this man dominated world. And to the beautiful men reading this…it is not my intention to dismiss your magnificent traits. It is the times we are in. With so many ugly words and actions directed toward women, I feel we need to be reminded who we are.

You are a woman…
You are a compliment and partner, not a pale or lessor reflection of man.
You have a purpose and a path, you are not a possession that needs keeping.
You are mysterious and intuitive.
You are strong.
You are powerful.
You are beautiful.
You are vibrant, not a cold, inanimate object.
You are a hearth keeper with the ability to contain and soften the intensity of raging fires, warming those around you.
You are fierce.
You are a co-creator of life.
You are a nurturer.
No attempts to control you will ever change these truths.
You are a woman.

…and here is today’s Shi Sai.. 

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 December 2016

Remember to love yourself my friends
we are a long fall from Eden
fair Luna owns the night sky
nothing warmed her heart more than a crackling fire
it is quite a rush
always thought ye were a legend though,
peaches, cream and sweet kisses
it’s just horsefeathers
murmurs of spring…
So just as I would tell my daughters from memory each winter, I’m sharing my recipe with you.

~kat


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 December 2016

This week’s Shi Sai is growing on me. For several weeks now, many of us have reeled from the incomprehensible aftermath of our failed Democracy. Yes failed. There are no winners. We are all losers. And with each passing day the lunacy of it all spirals faster and faster, boggling our minds. To think that an angry, easily duped minority put us where we are is just plain crazy!

And yet this is our reality now. A parallel universe where rewards are presented to the highest bidder, where those who object are vilified, where truth does not matter, where opinion is the only thing that drives our conscience, where facts are inconveniences to be twittered away, where lies are embraced and repeated until they become mantras for the deplorables among us…the racists, misogynists, nationalists, white supremists and evangelicals, where the incoming leader of the free world is less interested in governing and more concerned with how his newfound title will affect the bottom line of his brand, where laws and the constitution don’t matter, where privilege has finally reaped its ultimate goal…world domination.

Sounds like a nightmare doesn’t it? For a majority of us, it is. It’s like some bad dream we can’t wake up from. And yet…and yet…for those of us who are most definitely awake, this is no time to curl into fetal positions, hide under blankets and hope for the best. We’ve been here before after all, and our forbearers fought for those of us who would come after. They believed in us and the future, saw that glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel, dreamed beautiful dreams and marched through their collective valleys of shadows united, not in misery, but in love and unity of purpose, dressed in a peace that confounds understanding…yes, in peace.

How can we aspire to anything less than? When the dust settles and we are faced with the reality of what we have inflicted upon ourselves, yes all of us, for none are innocent, what will our response be?

In a perfect world faced with seemingly insurmountable challenges, our response must be to remember who we are, to do justice, to have compassion and mercy, to love, to forgive, to walk humbly, to be the change.

This is why this week’s Shi Sai is growing on me. It’s a clarion call rising from the depth of my soul, nudging me out of hiding, into the light. I know what I must do, I’ve always known. And even if I can’t trust anything around me, even if I can’t believe what I am seeing in the present, I can hope in the future and trust my intuition. I know what I need to do and be. It’s simple. It’s four letters that mean everything…L…O…V…E.

Peace and love to you. Remember who YOU are and listen to your heart. It knows the way forward. ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 11 December 2016

A woman’s heart remembers things
should I tell them I know?
when someone plays on my trust
proof they’re not well (b)read
behind our locked doors and walls
memories in shades of gray
a great victory the unraveling,
she is everywhere
it’s the cock’s clarion call
and crying babies
to rouse those who sleep
following
my intuition
always gives
me peace.

~kat

The Shi Sai (formerly known as a ReVerse) is a new form I came up with during Poetry Month in April 2016. I’ve actually been writing shu sai for years but was inspired to give it a proper name. It 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”.


Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 4 December 2016


I really do believe the last line in this week’s Shi Sai. Nothing compares to love. Love is quite complex. As the song says, “It is a many splendored thing”. Love is a big deal. As I consider love, and my own personal calling to be more loving in this challenging time, I realize that the dysfunctional reality of family of ours as a “united nation” is no longer something we can hide or hide from.

There are several types of love I discovered when I did a bit of research. The ancient Greeks gave us several types of love to consider:

Eros (sexual passion or desire, considered by some to be dangerous or irrational),

Philia (deep friendship, a more highly prized type of love and also equated with a term called storge which is associated with the love parents have for their children), 

Ludus (playful love or affection between children or young love, associated with flirting and and also fun between friends, joking and dancing), 

Agape (love for everyone, the most radical love of all associated with selflessness and charity), 

Pragma (longstanding love, considered a mature love that is exemplified by long-married couples who have perfected the art of patience, tolerance and compromise) and

Philautia (self-love and compassion – Aristotle described philautia thusly: “All friendly feelings for others are an extension of a man’s feelings for himself.”)

So what does all this mean? Most importantly, what does it mean for me personally, especially when I am hurt or beset with conflict, can I still I declare in all sincerity “love overcomes hate”?

The truth is that I have the capacity for each of these types of love. If I truly believe in the power of love, deepening my understanding of each nuance, each facet, equips me to respond when I am struggling. i have the ability to grow as a person when i am willing to see where I am lacking. The Greeks have created a wonderful roadmap and I know of another too…

1 Corinthians 13
English Standard Version (ESV)

13-If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2-And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3-If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4-Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant 5-or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;[b] 6-it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. 7-Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8-Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. 9-For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10-but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.11-When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. 12-For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.

13-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Yep, I really do believe the last line of this Shi Sai. Be kind to one another this week. Love and peace to you.

Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 4 December 2016

all woman-girls who recall
frosted roses fade
it’s where dreams are born
“You’ll do,” she thought.
I remember a flood
fallout from Faustian pacts…
Your fruits have been many but you have lost yourself and are fading as we speak
nothing compares to love

~kat