even angels cannot weep

Flames 🔥 Finding Flight, Ka Art
Solstice tree Ka Malana Photography
Is that thread a tear? Ka Malana Photography

melted dark chocolate

hand-drizzled on a candy cane

positioned on a graham cracker stick

for dream walking

hats off to the warm gingerbread baking in the oven

while we lick the frosting freshly made

messed about on our fingers, spreading icing

with song‘s flav

hearth lit 🔥 and cocoa steaming in the kettle.

hanging with that marshmallow snow outside

is the song 🎵 of the seasons lingering in the air from the records revolutions

adding to the momentum like floating clouds

the smell of pine needles and the early setting sun glowing up on the rafters

I will see the stars tonight, on this long night of 14 hrs.

butterscotch nightcap and the old Sprites

yen for more blackberry honey mead

one more toast to the night in radiant jubilation

for the

the gift of the sight,

its rising nature

the way the sun, love, air, heat, & ascension

are always lifting up.

chimes of the clock mark my optimism

for even at midnight both arms point high.

23 thoughts on “even angels cannot weep

  1. Well written Ka, a celebration of love. Mind you, I’ve never seen a white, cold Christmas. The coolest it gets here is 35C 🤣 Maybe I can hire a cool room and try that 😂
    Beautiful post dear lady, may it be so 😀❤️🙏🎄🎅

    1. Thank you, Mark! Also I do not live in a cold region now but I used to! Maybe it’s easier for me to connect with inside my imagination because of that. Regardless, the picture I painted with words made my senses stir and I can even see the breathy fog on the windows 🪟 in my mind’s eye! It’s a gift to be able to travel with our minds 😃🧑‍🎄 Maybe Santa and his elves can get you a certificate to a “cold room” so those exist?? lol 😆 I’ve heard of ice plunge but not a cold room yet! ❄️. Remember you are as unique as a snowflake! ☃️ And if you feel called: go ahead and make a sand angel at the beach! 🏝️💗

      1. Haha, I will do kind lady. Sand angels, snow castles and I even have multitudes of Santa’s in their dragon boats wildly paddling by out the front on the lake. The kids love them 😀 Your heart always comes through regardless the season Ka, it is gratefully received and the love returned in kind. Have a great Christmas my friend 😀❤️🙏🎄🎅

  2. Oh, how beautiful, Ka. You invited me right into your kitchen and I was there, soaking in the sights, sounds, and scents of the holiday. What a warm, comforting poem full of the pleasures of the holiday and optimism for the return of the light. Gorgeous, my friend. ❤

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