Building my altar to existence, designing the playhouse of my environment, and just bringing more presence and awareness into my life with every breath.
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Hi Michael,
Beautiful poem. Interesting story that I’ve (we’ve) been thinking about getting a puppy. Of course, it’s just that desire to continue filling the space with love, I guess. Met my first neighbor-friend yesterday and it seems with some of the newest friends I’ve made lately; we just talk about dogs. I don’t know if this really happened to you or is just creative expression of all the happenings; but your poem reminds me of all the dogs I’ve ever loved; and that it’s very much in my thought-process, even when it’s least likely to happen. Love the new blog layout.
Love, Ka
Hafiz picked me up
and drove me out into the countryside,
aiming the right front tire
for every mud puddle he could find,
and filling the rearview mirror
with volley after volley of clay starbursts.
Then, much to the relief
of both my kidneys and
the vehicle’s suspension,
we came across a dog breeder
and popped in to say hello.
After a cup of tea
and a profound discussion
of canine nutrition,
she invited us to see the stock.
We stepped outside
and she whistled like an old school
basketball coach.
All the little pups came running.
They lined up in a row
and plopped down on their
well-trained haunches,
head up, chest out, and eyes wide.
As we went down the line
they smiled ear to ear
like they couldn’t stand it anymore
and made puppy growls and yips
and bounced in place or fell over sideways and licked our…
My mind is not on studying, and this makes me sad. Usually I like studying. I enjoy it. Not right now… right now I just want to be inspired, every single moment. I want to create something – or I get thoughts about things. For instance, this past weekend my husband and I went to go shoot some pool. You know, billiards!? I always think of the planets when I am shooting pool.
I hadn’t played pool in a long time, but for some reason – including my mystery beer: Fat tire, helped. Actually, I only had one beer. That’s all I needed to have a really good game. All the “long-shots” that I ended up taking were really good. I am sort of teaching my husband how to play pool. Luckily, he’s a quick study.
So, astrology and billiard balls…. It’s all about geometry, angles, and putting “English” on the ball!
So, no… I’ve never played in a pool league. But, I still do have some divine moments 😉 It’s pretty fun to have a witness! Can I have a witness?!
My original intention when starting this blog was to write about the new/full moon phases. I also was originally interested in educating people about astrology, as I have known it and studied it for… as long as I can remember. I think this inspiration sprung up from my work tutoring kids, and a group of refugee high-school students from Burma a few years ago (2011).
I was nudged and guided to begin this blog when Uranus moved into Aries – Many of us here know how guidance does this… Also, I was in a sangha for a number of years and decided to make a longer-term meditation based on astrological themes (as I had been noticing that despite a million fluctuations in my life and a million different jobs/hats (a non-specific number for now – i am most-certainly using hyperbole), astrology was always there to some degree in my life, leading me by the hand, when no other hand would do).
Now, I must tell you: astrology requires study; and not just study of astrology itself. It’s a subject that tends to require a long-term work: on self. To me, the definition of astrologer is “one who studies astrology.” I don’t believe that you are ever done studying. That’s why an astrologer is, in many ways, a lifetime study (and probably going beyond that via lifetimes) in either direction. Mine just happened to start before I knew anything else. It started with Rosicrucianism. That’s all I am permitted to say, directly – at this time.
Back to the blog, I originally started opening up my astrological services to the public, but that quickly became, for me, too challenging to balance with school. I needed to be the student, again, completely. However, a graduate student is a different kind of student; it’s a student who also practices. Still, I am in the beginning of my graduate student studies, and ever so quickly transitioning yet again.
Back to the basics and the original intention
When I was a young child, I was taught some very sacred things that I do not remember mostly. Maybe it’s for the best, okay? I’m sure that we were all taught, or understand/understood very sacred things. After all, at that time, we were able to see things best through the eyes of a child. We saw through everything, easily – and without effort. Also, children often don’t realize the effort that they are exerting, because they experience everything as play.
For children, their performance is easily rewarded by those who wish to encourage and support the budding life. We all want to see blooms!
Well, we also need roots! To me, those roots are study and meditation.
I committed myself to doing the lunation posts because (and if you look back, they are there in some capacity), because my natal moon is in the sign of Cancer, as are my natal Mercury, and Venus. To say that I am an empath, IS an understatement.
I felt the solar energy of my sun sign in Leo was shining pretty comfortably in my life, and I wanted to “work on this facet of my life,” my ‘feminine aspect.’ I felt that the SUN was there, everyday, already. But now, Leo’s coming back, and doesn’t want to be a king. Leo just wants to be accepted for being.
So, I may be bringing you daily posts, but I haven’t worked out the details yet. I am also excited about the prospects of continued re-blogging, and the tree project that I’ve been working on. It actually has to do with my Jupiter placement’s sabian symbol. Definitely that one is for another post. But, as you know, everything changes and shifts. So, everything is technically “up in the air.” I’m revisiting old poetry, old songs. I’m singing at the top of my lungs in the car again!!! YES!
There is always a vision. I have my own, but there’s also one that I am not fully aware of 24/7. So, that being said. I just wanted to share this with you, too link, and get back to my studying:
I will be re-blogging more, and posting more… I’m sorry. I just gotta have more cowbell. Please don’t feel obligated in anyway to comment. Just know that I will be around to visit you all, because we are family.
Happy Near Full Moon in Sagittarius. Contemplating the stars… and ‘BEING’ me… in full.
Truly, if I can find a way to ‘step away’ slowly, and hurry back, I will!
I think a Mandala is kind of like a tree, too… Regardless: friendship 🙂 xoxo Ka.
This Post is via invitation of Sindy over at https://bluebutterfliesandme.wordpress.com/to go Retro In honour of Mercury Retrograde, Sindy has invited me to re-blog or re-fresh, or re-fresh a post from my archives .. I spent a while choosing which I should share and chose this.. one below.. Why? because I am into my own ‘Creative’ mood again, but I also realise that everything is only on loan.. As we learn to let things Go, and the Monks show us several of the traits I have posted on recently.. Patience, And Balanceas they show us all is in ‘transit’ as we merge and flow within the Universe..
The word Mandala (pronunciation mon- dah- lah) means “circle”. A Mandala represents wholeness, a cosmic diagram reminding us of our relation to infinity, extending…
Alive through ages
I’ve stood the tests of time
As hurricane winds blew
Roots planted and grasping
The core of earth.
Smooth skin surrounds me,
I feel your heart beat
As you wrap your arms around
And laugh as you couldn’t quite touch
Your hand to hand.
I shelter you from the harshest sun
My adornments in shades of seasons,
The gentle spring the best
Yet amazing in the autumn sun,
So very strong I would stand
As you lean your back against me
Maybe you dream perhaps?
Or you watch the stars twinkle at night
And I reach so high above
And pluck you the moon
If I could of course
But I cannot.
But I can send you a sign
I can show you the power
The magic of might,
If you only notice
For what it is,
My message of strength
For you to feel within yourself.
What is a journey? How much do you plan? For this journey, we just went for it…
On the road…
I can often use some time away to clear my head. It rarely fails to work. Around here, it’s not too difficult to drive away from the masses. That’s how I try to live, on the borders, the edges… so that I can get away when I want.
So what is a journey….?
Could transformation have something to do with it? How about the fact that on a journey, we often don’t realize where it is that we’ll end up! Perhaps we have some known elements: like, “I know where I’ll end up, but I don’t know how I’ll get there; or I know how, but I don’t know where; or, maybe I don’t know just when it is that I’ll arrive, but I’ve got all the other elements!” Rarely do we have all the elements.
On a journey, thoughts are just thoughts, extra things… we can let them go at any spot we choose. Everything is about Direction inmovement.
How about here? Leaving deposits? In the beginning? Wait–> the annoying thoughts aren’t that annoying, just extraneous. I probably didn’t even realize then that leaving them behind here, was an option. But, it wasn’t ready yet. The ‘thing’ I was carrying hadn’t crystalized.
The mist, where we were headed, as seen from a distance
Realizing that we are headed into the mist, the journey is far more interesting; I decide to take ‘my stuff’ with me. The mist sort of drops and collects in the valleys, and it seems to move very quickly, as we were later to discover.
We think we know the destination when we start out – sometimes, as a strategy – we make that destination nebulous, though… like, “I’ll start out West, and go until I reach the ocean.” If our target is blurry, we think maybe we’ll be more likely to “get in the ballpark.” Fortunately, for the journey to be effective, rarely is it necessary to have a specific destination in mind, but we could just pick “something” so we get started.The important thing is that we need to be ‘ripe’ for the journey, like a fruit, we are ready to ‘fall to the earth.’
I’m reminded of a film I watched recently called, “Tracks,” where one woman wants desperately to just be alone, only to realize that ‘alone’ is all she’s ever known and felt, except with animals. Few of us, as with the Alchemist ,will ever realize the dreams within us; especially if we do not grab them, and listen to them. What are they? What is this nagging desire to put it into words all about, the ineffable? What is this nag that’s become anger? Pain. Wait, it’s not anger yet, it’s only pain. LOTS of PAIN. Energy without a story is only charged energy. So, who needs a story? A-hah! The one who wants to learn from pain.
At the moment, I don’t know, as we can’t even see anything really clearly. This is the dyke that leads to the island. At moments, I can feel the cold mist sit on my chest and make it difficult for me to breathe. And asthma, and all the years… of being limited. stuck. held back by my own reactions to the environment, my body being ‘unhappy’ while my mind is excited, ready.
There are some beautiful distractions…those precious distractions, they keep the legs moving, the mind open. All is well…pain isn’t everything…
So, in reality, in the journey, there’s a bigger factor at play; it’s the interplay, perhaps, of the elements of the journey, including the weather. Weather always has a mood. But, you don’t always have to claim it as your own. Unless, of course, there’s a message there for you. There definitely was a message there for me, about my pain, and about what consistently eludes me.
We felt very fortunate that we didn’t choose to go boating that day. We laughed about how funny (or not) it would be, if we were out on the water and rowing in ONE direction and hoping for a shoreline. Mist has the potential to make two people more confused than one, can’t it? What about when the land is totally open to you, and you have all the choices in the world… except you don’t see the whole road, just the hint of a road?
The veiled terrain
I knew I was headed for the Labyrinth, and talking about it was a distraction from finding it. My body knew exactly where it was. Why? Because it was carrying charged energy.
Passages through trees
Through the trees, along the shoreline, my excitement grew. I was a child again. I was now borrowing my husband’s broken camera..phone, and completely captivated by capturing the images – feeling the mist on my face – engaging with the water droplets.
Spider-legged tree
By this point, I was no longer held back by my back pain, nor the imagery, I was completely immersed in it. I was called, and I was dancing my way merrily through what felt like was actually a portal into the British Isles. I was back in time again, some other place, I lived many times before and where my husband and I first connected, as we both keep ‘receiving.’
After the spider-leg tree, I took a B-line into the woods and led us both directly to it. I led us to the Labyrinth that had been nearly overgrown, it was difficult to see – but ‘seeing’ was not my knowing. Only flowing was my knowing…
Grown-in LabryrinthIlluminated Tree
There’s always a special tree. And, this was it for me, directly above the labyrinth, opposite the gate. It stood tall to me, after my ceremonial walk. The walk we’ve walked so many times, but here, for the first time.
~ We are timeless. I speak and I am spoken to ~
Any way the journeyer arrives has less to do with appearances than the way the journeyer has changed inside. How does the journeyer look/feel/experience the change? A new found lightness of being? Or, could the journeyer have gained something, something valuable – a serious, grave truth, or understanding; a mental seed deposited from heaven, perhaps. You know, maybe even a present to unwrap the next time you dream… Perhaps even a key, or the entry point…to all other places.
We’ll have to see, for me, as each journey tells a similar story for the one who has written it. The “higher-Self” is intimately connected to all the ages that one has ever lived. God is everywhere, even in pain, in darkness. It is only with compassion that we listen to all the messages, and discern which ones apply to us, and which ones are not for us.
May you always have what you need… when you journey ❤
As a participant in my blogging friend, Sindy’s, “Let’s Go Retro Challenge” over at https://bluebutterfliesandme.wordpress.com/2015/05/18/lets-go-retro/ and while being additionally nudged by dear O and OM at eyesofodysseus.wordpress.com yesterday, and in honor of Mercury having gone retrograde, I chose an old post I wrote for the theme of Gemini. This Mercury retrograde occurs in the sign of Gemini, so it’s valid. This was written during my second month of blogging. Wishing everyone a smooth retrograde… 🙂 Or at least, a comfortably mercurial one! xoxo Ka
June 2nd (depending on where you are) will be the new moon partial eclipse event that activates and refreshes the Gemini part of our charts. Gemini rules communications, thought processes, and short-trips. Gemini rules our siblings and the duality of the mind, ever-fluctuating between the positive and negative poles. Gemini is the sign that rules the activities of the mind, categorizes things, and distinguishes them into patterns. Gemini represents how we filter information from our environment, and could be described as a mental “net.” It’s our subjective lens for viewing our neighborhood and our neighbors, and shows even how we obtain our information about the world. Gemini is the also the mouthpiece of the astrological chart, showing us how we speak our truth using either chosen symbols…
I savored every single moment. The shapes the tree’s shadows (below) mark my favorite spot in the tiny wooded area. Above, there’s a bee that dusts its legs on the pink pollen of the California buckwheat.
The natural designs on the sand walls are like etchings left by elder sands.
I wonder what you see in the rock-face. I see spirals and all sorts of unexpected shapes that seem like a coded message.
Below is a circle of light, inside this Kumayaay house made of grasses.
On the right is the remnant of our heavy, 2-day rainfall.
Fresh banks of flattened grass, framing this small, ephemeral stream.
Finally, here’s the beautifully yellow, but invasive,black mustard.
Excellent astrological post on Mars in Gemini…. especially since Mercury has gone retrograde, and this aspect of our busy minds and our extensive communications is up for “review.” I’ve been illustrating this with many posts – increasing my frequency (literally). Keep the body moving! Keep the mind free from feisty, but when it’s feisty… enjoy it! Keep it spirited. Focus on the positive – on agreement!
A great injustice of a photo of my neighbor’s sidewalk this week taken with my iPhone. I especially love that none of us walked on this . . . it just stayed lovely for a few days until the wind and rain claimed it.
Fiesta Estrellas 
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