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Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 13 January 2019

I never know what I’m going to get when I look back each week to lift a line from each day’s musings. Sometimes the resulting re-verse is a random jumble of thoughts, but I am always amazed by the final poem. Sometimes it just clicks. Like today.

It would be an understatement to say that 2018 was a rough year, globally as well as personally. There were bright spots of course. The birth of a new grandchild sweetened our summer and the opportunity to save the life of an abandoned puppy was a joyful honor, but the challenges we encountered throughout the remainder of the year tested our patience and faith in goodness. 2018 was a year of survival. Unemployment, blatant discrimination, milestones with estranged family lost, and the heartache of missing my beloveds.

Enter 2019, a clean slate symbolically, a new Congress and truth finally coming to light on the world front…people waking up. And closer to home, a new job for my partner to help ease the financial burden that weighed heavy on me (and my tiny paycheck) for half of the previous year. A new acceptance of things I cannot change and a newfound appreciation for the family that I am blessed with. We survived! But more than that, we are thriving, a year older, wiser and filled with a sense of grace. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know we’re going to be okay. I know it from my core. That’s what surviving and being present in the passing of seasons teaches us.

Will there be challenges in 2019? I am sure of it. Will we make it through? Chances are good that we will. There are sure to be bright spots, and magnificent triumphs too. There is grace enough to see us through it all. Grace enough to hold us when we need to remember to breathe and savor the moment. I wish you abundance, good health, and peace in the coming year. I wish you grace.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 13 January 2019

I notice sounds that I’ve ignored
something real
wounded hearts take time to heal
it’s bubbling
there is no reasoning with them
there is no rustling of leaves
devoured in calamity
her crystal gown is drenched in sleet
miracles, just a breath away
though we have lost our way

~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 – 30 December 2018

2018 is creeping to an end. I don’t know about you, but I will be happy to watch the ball drop on what has been a challenging year (I’m being kind). In a few days we will have a clean slate. And, well, we have a lot of work to do. But it’s nothing a little love and kindness can’t handle. All we need to do is remember to be kind and to believe in who we know we can be, together.

I have personally witnessed what love can do. As some of you may know, we rescued an abandoned mama dog, barely a puppy herself who was tossed away like trash with her three puppies. Gabrielle, Gabby, we call her. She has come such a long way in a few short months.

This is Gabby when we adopted her on the left and a snapshot from a few days ago. Transformed by love!

Yes, I know what Love can do. And our world needs it so very badly right now. The best part is that each one of us can play a part in our collective recovery. Remember to be kind. Love will do the rest. Peace, love, and kindness to you in 2019!


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 30 December 2018

peace on earth, go tell
hope, glad tidings, joy abound
magic in the air
could it be?
identity’s not a what
what need have I for flowers
I wake up each day; I’m living, breathing
that bliss may be found
you don’t have to say a word
justice may come with the stroke of a pen
when they’re not looking, we live

~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 – 23 December 2018

All is calm all is bright. The moon is full. There’s a hush in the air. I finally hung a wreath on the door. It’s not that I’m a bah humbug. It is just that the holiday season has become a quieter, more reflective time for me as I enter the wintering of my life. I spend my days reflecting on the passing year as it winds to an end. I count my blessings and offer a prayer of hope for things unfinished.

So, this week’s reverse is a day late. But, strangely, I’m not bothered about it. There is a sense of grace surrounding me, encouraging me to pause, assuring me that it’s okay to my self-imposed obligations. To rest. And so I did rest. The words, these words, are always with me, ready to be spilled out on a page. And so, here they are, a day late, right on time.

Be gentle with yourself this holiday season. The world can wait if you need to rest. Grace abounds. May you find peace in silent pauses. Give yourself permission to savor them.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 23 December 2018

weekends are for taking naps
light to bind the hearts
things like warm smiles, long kisses,
dancing that thin line
a perfect view…
no one rests ‘til we see black
it is futile to complain
blessed peace, love, and light
merry bright, may our dreams keep
cherish the moments
how bright the earth shines

~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 December 2018

In the stillness of late autumn, hearths crackle softly, teapots whistle, pots of soup simmer on low, and the sweet smell of baked goods lingers in the air, as the nights grow long. Winter is coming. It is a magical time of family gatherings, celebrations, sparkling lights and the exchanging of gifts. A time when we learn how lovely it is to give. We learn how to graciously receive. Or at least we try to. Most of us need a little work on that part.

So, this final month of 2018, as we remember the passing year and store up hope for the coming one, let there be no regret, but rather a gentle acceptance of days gone by; the good and the bad. May we gift ourselves with compassion, forgiveness and love. January symbolically represents a clean slate. My wish for all of us is love, peace and joy. It’s sounds a bit cliché, I know. But I can dream. I still do.

Have a great week.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 December 2018

dawn’s chorus erupting
I keep my dreams close
all those years ago
it was all smoke and tears
wasting my time
a lifetime is short, as seasons go
wish I could look away
whisp’ring prayers, their souls to keep
street lamps humming low
pluck soft petals one by one

~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 – 25 November 2018

It’s so very convenient to “not go there”, especially for the milk spillers, who would rather not be reminded of the souring pool of curdling mess that they’ve wrought by their carelessness. I’m talking religion and politics of course. Oh…you didn’t know? I’m quite good at hiding behind symbolism, metaphors, and allegories. I sometimes speak in code, or not at all, simply blinking, curling a lip or rolling my eyes.

Mostly I stayed silent, happy to be invited to the party. I followed the rules. Talked about the weather and … the weather, but they knew. They always knew I wasn’t one of them. They tolerated me because, well, because I was their mother.

And then they helped to elect a monster. A monster who has ushered in a vile reign of greed, bigotry, misogyny and hate. We live in a world now, where anything goes, where there is no truth because everything is fake. “Don’t believe what you think you see, believe only me,” he spews, and they lap up his drivel like honey. They’ve closed ranks, put up a wall, drawn a line in the sand and think nothing of challenging anyone who dares question why or how they could support such a monster. They think nothing of shunning those who can’t stomach the madness, just get along, stop talking politics ever, even when they’re not around, unfriending, disowning, even their own mother…

Sorry for the rant. If you read me, you know you can expect messy, raw honesty. It’s been two years since I’ve been invited to share Thanksgiving with all my children, and consequently, my grandchildren. Two years since my oldest and second born have spoken to me. Two years of missed birthdays, missed graduations, missed milestones. My youngest two still speak to me, as long as I follow the rules. As long as I don’t mention the spilt milk souring in the corner. As long as I behave, I am allowed to see them. We talk recipes and the weather, global warming aside. I know better than to go there. I know better.

We just celebrated the first of a string of holidays here in the US. Thanksgiving was this past Thursday. Soon comes Christmas and New Years…then the birthdays roll ‘round, Mother’s Day, graduations, summer holidays. Two years ago was the last holiday they tolerated me. Last year they didn’t. And this year, I expect nothing.

I know the price of speaking the truth. I know the dear cost of honesty. These days I’m learning to let go. These days I’m rediscovering myself; figuring out who I am after decades of being a mother, and a grandmother to eight; five of whom I may never see again. I’ll always be those things, but I am more. These days I’m learning how strong I am. These days I’m learning how precious life is no matter the heartache.

I love the rain. It’s raining today. A perfect day to bake a cake, to write poetry, to forgive myself my faults, and to be at peace, having let go of expectations. When I do that, even the smallest thing is a gift. This week of being thankful finds me thankful still. Yes, I am thankful.


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 25 November 2018

don’t expect too much
lay them down, down
this mid-autumn night
things like, ‘I love you’
I’m not listening. La, la, la!!!
I made a wish one rainy day
haunted by time’s tocking tick
to know, in a moment’s glance,
in the star dappled void of night
she glows ever bright
turning bare branches dark
to disagree won’t do when truth’s at stake

~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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