sprouted hummus, oh my goodness
3 main flavors: ☀️ dried 🍅
regular is amazing-regular,
and curry turmeric, broccoli 🥦

celery and cucumber 🥒 juice,
the color of Spring –
awakening from holidays,
turns of the season, a
full-blue-moon weekend,
is deeply refreshing
with those blueberries

jive is alive
and ready to return
with playfulness imbibed,
integration witnessed

release comes with
a spring blessing,
sourced from
accessing deep wells
reached deep from
long-time unaccessed waters

peaceful contacts continue
with the ground,
embracing the process,
enjoying the subterranean
tunnels that supply the 🌏

spring has sprung
and sprouts 🌱 begun

darkness has been celebrated!

This moon is for us 🙂🍀💗

🍀Chiron and Pisces
don’t need an address,
Just touch the pain –

It has no point,
it’s everywhere that
you’ve felt misunderstood.

but it loves you,

Unconditionally teaches

2:22 balancing you
links us together
as we learn how to
appropriately disconnect
as permission is not
needed for when we seek
safety, we are allowed to
care for ourselves too,
as we do with each other
when it is appropriate.

just know that I will
be here.

all empathetic Storms
have a “pause button,”
for however long you want to float

On that buoy.

Remember to follow the light shining
On the water. Sometimes you can see me more clearly in my reflection.


**it is really difficult to compose posts using my phone but this “poem” wanted to be share, so we do what we can 🍀

How do i serve?

you might find me whimsical
or wanderlust
or fractured and a bust
forcing a rhyme on a dime
or taking the easy peasy street

that is not me.

you might read a description i wrote
with a lengthy, dated timeline,
but i am not in those steps, nor in those
actions of my past.

i am here.

you might wander in the dark
tracing the light’s reflection on the

here, you will find me, choppy and mobile
but as clear as the shine of light.

And, i am partly caught in the crabbers net
some fishing line in my hair,
because i’ve been swimming so long, long
in this selfdom, kingdom sea

still, i am here.

a mashup of experiences
a true, live human
living in the flicker of light
called a dream.

still, i serve.

lost, imperfect, easily disagreeable

still, i serve.

long ago, i wanted to be pretty and respectable, and now,
i’m rushing about the house, trying to figure out
how to show you that i have all the same
parts as you, hidden in the folds of my

how i am outside and naked and clueless,
and still worthy of you.

Ka Malana©2018

Has it really been 7 years, already?

via New Moon Awareness from Head to Toe

Above is the link to my first ‘ever’ WP blog post. I wasn’t able to re-blog it since I already re-blogged it once – and the button didn’t work. The post I wrote is about astrology and consciousness, meditation, etc…

Since then, so much has changed, and then again, so much hasn’t. Meeting wonderfully kind and talented people has been the best part of the experience.
Sometimes I think I am standing still because I watch so many people in the blog world develop in leaps and bounds – so much talent and with increasing expertise and sophistication. Many people come to visit and introduce me to all the wonderful things they are doing on their blogs. I’m better for it. My world is not small and self-contained. It is ever expanding outward – while I work to keep the base at home.

I’ve found that I’ve sort of lost my impulse and reason for blogging, but that didn’t stop me. Every time I’ve been motivated or inspired to blog, I do it. I didn’t set out to be a writer, or a poet. I never planned on sharing my sporadic artistic creations. It just sort of happened. I didn’t actually know that I was going to write a book and publish it in 2017: Art for Art.
I never anticipated that I was going to be sharing so much of myself, and experiencing whatever resulted from that. It was a big thing for me last year, and it’s strange that my book is now in the past. For all my life, my book was in my future.

An aside, at a Gangaji retreat I met another poet and took his suggestion to slightly adjust the name of my book’s title. The original was “Art for Art’s Sake.” Not to be confused with the Japanese beverage. 🙂

So many times, I wonder why I still blog – except for the satisfaction in knowing that I’ve made a home here. I’m not marketing or selling anything, and so that makes it strange to blog (never been good at presentation). I haven’t created a show, or a series or drummed up interest in my cause, or a common cause. The part of me that was inspired to “get myself out there” left long ago. Replaced has been the inspiration to find what’s going on inside, get through my days, and rebuild the part of me that is exuberant and ready – the part that is always here.

So that’s that. That’s my anniversary message. It’s not all shiny and flashy, it’s just what it is ~ another day, and not another dollar. I’m not going to force the celebration, but I am going to acknowledge.

The good that we do/are. – dedicated to a friend. (I am always here.)

422DB211-E1E6-4773-A92F-ED79F5784D9AA friend sent me a message today,
returning to me a message I had sent to her
(about 7 years ago now).

This is good, so I could send more love to her,

as she transitions in a hurry, during what is
an emotional and necessary move,
due to Earth changes, and catastrophic messages
about house and home.

Landslide: TIME TO MOVE!

May her next foundation be built sound and strong
and the family: herself, her daughter, her husband, pets,
be safe.

We, sometimes, our gifts, might show up
in the little articles of ‘things’ in the rubble.

It made my day, to know that she felt my presence
in something that I left behind. That she knows,

I am always here.


***the image above I took to show that my white roses turned pink, likely due to the colder weather we’ve had locally.

grow with me 🌙

words change like days
and moons pass as events
as moments uplift and letdown

the witnessing awareness
sees it all as a playground
or museum, or like a trailer park of
ideas “gone somewhere,” then stopped,
and decided to live.

we clear out our systems on cleaning
days or on days assigned for other
maintence activities, or just whenever
cleaning finds time for itself.

the fun of doing anything
is living in the unknown
is speculating
is just facing the unexpected,
and embracing it.

i can definitely find security in this:

everything changes


not long after finding
my belonging ~
i have to let it go,
trust that wherever i am,
is meant to be

i let the sense of community
form around me,
even while i miss being
with my friends,
and going to them,
the people who i care for –

going to the places i know

bring me joy and
help form me

those places must be all around
and inside me, too.

knowing recovery
is an act of self love
that sometimes requires giving up
certain medicines for others

and uncertainty nurtures me, too.

How can it be any other way? As I practice, so I pave the way.

Traversing the Wheel


I’ve been recovering as I’ve been in the hospital this last week. This is what ‘unexpected’ experience the eclipse brought me. My own patients were doing very well the last I saw them, and I missed seeing them last week as I was in the hospital for myself. It made me happy when my “team” let me know that I was missed, and I felt all the love from family and friends, and strangers. Now, I am catching up on school work/work and making decisions that are best for me, so I have no further complications. I appreciate all your love.

Wishing everyone a Happy belated Year of the Dog!

Patience, Patient

945CD0F6-D394-4F1E-BFF3-3A065D8C19E0why do those who seem
so effortlessly gifted
pay the price with their suffering?

is it for their gift?

one’s karma is one’s karma
and yet, when asked, and given
permission, an intervention
is possible, but it does not
interrupt ~

the process. it helps it along.

the permission piece is the most

so much beauty in those moments
of connection, of making peace
and settling, and balancing,
and playing a role in that

being deadly tired at the end
feels worth it,

for something
that is beyond anyone’s plans
happens when we meet.

As Venus ingress (enters into) Pisces
we dissolve our gifts into the melting pot,
and wait…

2 min sketch during lunch + fun

I can feel the Aquarius energy coming in through that eclipse “portal” that’s on the 15th. Even though my S. Node and Ascendant in Aquarius (natally) makes tough aspects to some of my “personal planets” (astro-speak), I keep coming around the bend year after year in a lovely spiral, seeing how it’s all coming together very nicely; and while busting through the tough times, I find the skip in my step once again. I’m tired of talking about my astrology. What’s your 3? Sun, Moon, Ascendant. Leave them in the comments. I do have a new favorite up and coming youtube astrologer, and I want to see her supported even more. Usually I don’t watch youtube astrologers because I have a lot of access to people who are in my local astrological community who have a lot of expertise, some friends; I’ve gone to classes, and enjoyed the camaraderie. When I see a strong astrologer who has a certain kind of delivery, and who is really going for it, I want to see her supported. She does a lot of work with her daily recordings, and that’s a lot of energy she’s putting out there. Also, I think she’s tapped into the universal nicely.

Though I don’t have a lot of time to visit blogs; I do anyways, while still immersed in deep study, practice, and my outside of blog-land projects and goals, work, aka my non-virtual life. It’s just perfect! I know all you bloggers know of this balancing act!

Wanted to share: been enjoying a lot of pentacles cards lately. Also sat inside of Steven Farmer’s aura for a few hours at a small workshop several weeks ago – it was a close knit group, so I’ve been playing with the animal cards he created lately. I was inspired to share because the Moose card played nicely off my previously written and inspired poem. (Quick reminder that my poetry book is still being offered over at Amazon.)


The above food combo is basic whole oatmeal with some black sesame seeds, toasted coconut slivers, almonds, cinnamon, nutmeg, and monk’s fruit. Not my best food photography, but it really tasted so yummy, that that was that: posted!

Finally, there’s the drawing/sketch, and I don’t have anything to say about it. If I had more time available for blogging and sketching, or photography, or astrology, or writing poems, or writing books or articles, I’m sure I’d use it to share a really lovely and polished blog posts, but that’s just not as much fun for me, *right now.* This is.

Happy trails!

P.S. I do have some animals pictures I took that will show up soon, just haven’t gotten around to it. Also, I’ve been thinking about the following quote by the unknown author,

“Go where you are celebrated, not tolerated. If they can’t see the real value of you, it’s time for a new start.”

Restoring Life to Life

Gentle words start to surface
in the private spaces
where patience allows
freedom to take root.

the authority is at home.

there is no overhead.

it is rent free for the authority,
because it’s
the only voice that belongs
here. All others have
to pay the price.

from within this centerpiece
is a fountain
and out around it, a moat.

the castle is designed to test
those who would seek to enter it,
this sacred space,
where the authority, the one
true authority,


life into life.

The holy grail.


Ka Malana 2018

Releasing Drama, Resistance

As I sat for my meditation this morning, and some mornings recently, many thoughts leading into it, about the cord for my emWave, and about decisions that were rather small and relatively inconsequential and distracting, like will I listen to my gentle water stream this time? or focus on my breath by counting?  Will I just allow the breath today? The decisions seemed ‘huuuuge.’ What I see in this is a simply a shadow. The largeness of the situation was rather my inner resistance to doing ‘the next –—-ordinary—–thing next.’  Often we want quick results, we want to experience the evidence of our ‘hard work’ and then only to realize, that, that I do this more often than I’d like to admit, the hardness is the resistance. This is why we ‘do’ anyways…

My friends, it doesn’t matter whether you shine or not. Nine times out of ten the resistance is comical, theatrical almost – if only it weren’t ever so slightly tragic. But, I think this is the actual worthwhile work.

I’m happy that you are here and breathing, and enjoying yourselves. That is enough, I think.

There’s a picture in my mind of a meditator, tangled up in cords, but I really don’t have time to find the right picture. The true unplugging, well, that’s from this:

A symbol of the inner resistance, and yes, probably technology…