I just stumbled upon this: a lovely collection of poets!
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Author: Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.com
Building my altar to existence, designing the playhouse of my environment, and just bringing more presence and awareness into my life with every breath.
*Welcome*
Perseid, Meteor Shower, Verklempt
Dear friends, visitors, new followers, random clickers:
Thank you to those who read, ‘liked,’ and/or commented on my “ice-breaking” (for me) post about telling stories and having good ones to tell but not yet knowing how, when, or exactly what to convey. Being thankful for photos and travel, having a funny brain, etc.
Editing and creating can be brow-sweating work, even if just thinking about it! Luckily, I’ve been at it for awhile (in life) and don’t over-expect too much from myself! Hopefully, you expect “just enough” from me, and so we can all be happy together! At the moment, I’m going with the flow, apparently if I don’t post for about 10 days or so I go all verklempt (plus I can only be at-most a very, very partly, part-time blogger due to my current commitments, and I really need to do this regularish blogging for me, or else:
What really probably made me all emotional was the Meteor shower that we caught some action on. It was either August 5or6 that we watched it at Starfest–the absolutely most coolest show on Earth. Every time is different. I said enough. As far as Perseid’s go… it wasn’t even the peak period. So, if you haven’t already tuned in: Get out there! For anyone who cannot get outside or who doesn’t want to, but somehow can manage to view it from a digital gadget, check out this live-stream.
There’s a new play out called Meteor Shower. We hope to see it next month for our date. It debuted on my birthday: August 7th. Steve Martin wrote it, and Jenna Fischer, from The Office is acting in it.
Too funny!
I still plan on posting the old college story that is unrelated to anything. So, if you are interested: Stay Tuned. Next week I will be away on Silent Retreat with Gangaji, so I have to get it all out now…Then, I have to really “get it out there” because my business is growing, I’m trying to get my book out, and I’m enrolled in 8 classes for next term, so I’m a busy gal! Looking forward to a slightly less busy mind; and at the moment, enjoying it all anyways, so whatevs. I’ll survive. Only the “real me” can survive! Well, I will promise to keep my meditation practice as best I can.
Roman Holiday – Italian Subway Graffiti
I probably shouldn’t be admitting this on my blog, but I’m not a very good storyteller. I want to just show up and say, “It was magical- THE END,” and then quietly sit down, without a whole lot of rigamarole, so that I can go onto my next adventure. That being said, the other issue with telling the tale, is that… it’ll get re-framed as less awesome than it really was. My words and my pictures cannot do justice to my experiences. Maybe that will change, but today it is the same. The actual experience is the best, and well… that’s really all I can say. Enough excuses and disclaimers (but I needed to be a little bit real about my awkwardness and include them)! Commencing with the rest…
The title of my post: “Roman Holiday” was inspired by Trini over at Pathways to Spirit, a few months ago she posted about this movie, and we’d just returned from Rome, so I wanted to extend the fun and watched this fun movie with Audrey Hepburn. At first, I was going to title, “Rome was like Home.” Really, maybe I’ll just start with the title last, next time.
Usually words just flow.
Let’s start with some subway scene photos. Very real. Oh, and an Italian snack machine, because for all adventures, snacks play a role.
Next up…. a short story written in college, entirely unrelated to anything…
Dove alight
Upon my heart
a wild flower
grows
like an orchid
clinging to the
tree of me.
And her orchid’s
shaped face
is a mimic of a
white dove
diving into a holy
fountain to
drink for a while
or swim,
or to reminisce about
messages sent to
Noah.
It’s okay to come out
now. The storm is
over.
*Photographer unknown
A Song for us.
Sometimes it’s just someone else’s song that speaks your heart.
Someone has already said it all, right here.
Hermit Crab New Moon: Aquarisea
I was born from the land of Ocean
mixed with salt and sea.
Darkness is calming, soothing, and through it,
I sail.
Down into the deep.
Touching nose to sand,
I feel the vibrations of Mother.
Rest my belly on this rock.
for a moment.
Then,
rising up, I am guided by my blue-eyes.
…and there are Jellys….
whose lights hover over and drift like spaceships.
Revealing complexity and hairlike extensions
while transparently supple
Black and white clownfish and are tickled by,
and tickle,
the sea anemone.
I can be seen among them, peeking out from time to time.
Majestic leafy sea dragon fills my dreams with primordial dances of creation.
Such a marvelous costume
Everywhere the sea continues in blue unison, the darkness abiding, providing safety and rest.
…simply rocking, calming
Easy lights on the eyes.
Sacred detail.
my dear, a Starfish
and a Lionfish,
are here, too. ❤
Post #290: Sometimes, breakfast
Sometimes breakfast
is enough of a trigger
to release the night,
and take pause
in the taste of my food.
Meanwhile, I count how many birds
are calling to me.
This morning, the Red-tailed
Hawk has paused, too.
Her Hawk’s cry was becoming a
morning routine. Plus, we go way back.
She didn’t beckon me to open
my shades this morning. My curiosity did.
My morning routine,
has promised me
the best day.
Do you know how
especially important
a thought is
in the morning?
*I wait, while the computer works. It appears everything pertinent has been found again; now it just needs to be sorted. Meanwhile, other projects await, too. While I find my breath, my peace, my inner faith. Then the camera store, then, chop wood, carry water. 🙂
**After some time I will likely return and edit this post, by *adding* some images to it. But don’t hold your breath. 🙂
***Isn’t it so cool to be able to enjoy another day?!
Fledgling Crow
Summer has ended up being far more full-bodied than I anticipated, and somehow I am not surprised! I still fantasize about getting my photos worked out and all my computer files found. There’s been another glitch along the way, but there is a plan. Meanwhile, I can’t seem to stop finding beings to photograph. There’s a flow that goes through the faucet regardless of any valves that may regulate it.
Um, Saturn square Neptune… for those who practice that.
Happy Summer Days! Here’s a song from the past. It came up in conversation, and this crow also has blue eyes, so…)
Stages of Grace
It never occurred to me
that grace could be
letdown, like hair,
in a few gentle layers,
one year at a time.
Now I look up
and I see myself covered,
no, dusted
in white.
We are never left alone,
and for peacelessness
a gratitude arises
meeting the grace that comes
down from above, but reaching
up when noticing, a moment’s
continuance
I’ve seen a rainbow form
in this meeting.
Heaven knows sunshine and
rain make a good couple.
Don’t give yourself away. Give yourself away.
You were made to be exactly who you are. That means, there’s a recipe that built you, that only you know, that only your cells know. That means, you don’t need a claim to a lineage, or a story, or a legacy. You can be born right now, in the moment of who you are.
You don’t have to follow what looks like “the rules for success.” You already are a success.
Build on that.
There doesn’t need to be a history to ‘you.’ You didn’t grow up in a vacuum, but there is a part of you that the outside world cannot see (siblings, even best friends), that you are constantly bringing into manifestation. It’s time to claim that. Be who you have never been before, in every moment. That is self-discovery. That is “making it.”
We can always look to the greats for inspiration, but when it comes down to it, the inspiration to get up in the morning – it comes from our love. It comes from the most intimate place where there is no media coverage (and where other people really aren’t terribly interested or intrigued; it’s boring to them). The Great Work is an inside job! That job is hidden, inside, internal, and moment to moment. Drop the media, drop the lens, drop the notion that you can really see what’s going on “out there.”
May today be your birthday! The one you claim. The day that you decide you want to live for what you want to learn about yourself, about loving, about your potential, and about filling your world with the single-minded focus of your greatest birth. Happy Solstice! Go beyond where you’ve been, even if it’s quieter, more focused, and completely driven. Go to where no one else is interested. That’s the scope that only you can hold! Society needs your individuality and your love.
Summer Saturn
Summer is filled with Saturn
A welcome guest, whom I invited.
When he sits in the house,
He already has his own chair.
It’s a sensible chair.
It has arms that are sturdy, of course.
He bought it at a yard sale
He told me.
Haggled for $5.
Saturn doesn’t take up a lot of space,
and is mostly pretty silent, but I
can feel him breathing with the floor.
We go up and down, together.
Saturn is my friend, and when he’s good,
I even lend him my flip-flops, and send
him out to the pool with Neptune.
Yes, they do have sun protection.
Sometimes they square off and fight,
but mostly they just
make stuff happen, together.
Neptune is always hard to pin down, making
images with the clouds. He doesn’t know if
he is drawing with his mind, or if that bunny
is really there.
But, Saturn, he draws those same pictures
in the sand with his finger, and then
he smiles.
Ode to my Dusty Guitar
I’ve tuned you a few times
in the past couple of weeks.
Started getting back the memory
of the day and ‘age’ when we met.
You were newborn and now
you are, well, still dusty.
Even with old
strings you still do ring
for me.
What do i do dear friend
to bring you into a state of glistening?
How can I awaken our rapport
without the callouses
or the finger stretches?
Realistically, and without too much
forced effort, that only
frustrates us both.
I’m sorry that we fought.
During which time I made friends
with the ancient spirits who
started drumming anxiously within me.
We take a risk
Every time we open our arms
and embrace another who is in need.
Every time we seek out a person
in need, or respond to the call of those
who show up.
Every time we click “like” or
leave a comment on a blog.
Each time that we support and encourage another
is the opportunity to pass on the encouragement
that we have received. Or, the encouragement that
we have never received just as we would have *liked* it.
“I am so 100% loved, cared for; seen.
People derive value from my presence.
I have purchased their works.
The comment I made just led to the butterfly effect
of his or her perfect realization. It was the tipping point
that brought them to the place where they
succeeded in something they have been earnestly working for a very long
time.
My blog post, got someone thinking…
or triggered some healing in a deep way that
reverberates onward.”
While On the bus:
Every time we open our eyes, smile and
make eye contact. Connect.
Every time we give the gift of ourselves, our
time, our thoughts. Our presence.
These are moments where we take a risk
that something or nothing may become of it, and the
best part is, I hope both happen at once.
I want nothing and
everything to come of it. I want it to be simple, but it never
is.
I want to remain free, giving from the space
of openness in my heart that does not respond to
obligation but derives deep pleasure from
delivering a message,
for being a cog in the wheel,
for being just an ordinary being involved in an ordinary
process that neither myself nor my words put on their
special dress for.
*photo from wikimedia commons. I find this image inspires me.
Pharaoh’s Space Dagger
Via dailymail;
“When the tomb of Tutankhamun was discovered nearly 100 years ago in the Egyptian desert, the treasures found inside had an other-worldly quality to them that captured the global imagination.
But new research has discovered that one of the items found alongside the mummified remains of the young ancient Egyptian pharaoh really is from out of this world.
Analysis of a dagger, intricately decorated and encased within a golden sheath, has found the blade was made from iron from a meteorite.
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