you are an instrument, she said,
and self-correcting,
and self-regulating.

isn’t it neat how you get to
play differently
every day?

yes, some of this is painful,
but there’s a lot of joy, too.

there’s enough room in this
world for you, my dear.

you are allowed to exist.

don’t let anyone tell you
that you’re not an instrument,
that you are not beautifully
made of all the
sounds and all the colors,

and what you do here,

it matters.
it matters.

Excitement! Art for Art: Free Verses!

Hello dear friends & welcome new followers!

I am delighted to share with you that my 1st book of poetry is published and available. It’s available immediately at the CreateSpace eStore. It’ll be able at in 3-5 business days (now available!), and to a wider audience in 6-8 weeks!  The thing is, to me, this was everything: I finished!

May you all have a Happy New Year – Chinese Lunar New Year is coming up – let the festivities continue while we work!  I hope. I can breathe now… well, sort of… I’ll sign and autograph as you request. I had one or two of those already. It may take some time as I am just adjusting to my new schedule, but we’ll work stuff out on a case by case basis. Please use my contact form, and just allow me 24-48 hours to get some thoughts together, and of course, to be in front of a computer again.

Ps. I have taken note that every time I write, there are crickets!  Right now! Bright daylight, and I hear crickets near the screen door.  So grateful!! Remembering this.


Inner Child Challenge and Creative Blogger Nomination



The creative blogger award

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My inner child has been a tiny bit restless, I say ‘tiny’ because she’s pretty small, and imagine that she is still cute – not the annoying and terrible thing that her older brother saw her as. The image of the child above the text here is not of little me. Sadly, the link that I found for this image was posted at has been abandoned:

404 – File or directory not found.

Therefore, I am rescuing this child’s image! It’s what I’d imagine my inner child would have been like if she ‘lived a little.’ When we look at children, some of them are fearless and open and abundant with their thoughts. They play around with their friends with the industriousness of a full imagination just pouring out into the world. On any given day, there could be epic missions, and heroic rescues. They live with the purpose of their imaginations and process their emotions as moments that come and go. One day there’s a fall from a bike, wailing and tears. The next day the child is doing bicycle loops around their dad who is beyond proud of them: stunning and amazed. We are most amazed by how independent children are, how despite all the influencing around them, they still end up just being themselves. Many of them are confident and busy at play. To me, this IS the essence of my inner child.

When I used to work with children and tutor them, I enjoyed seeing their eyes light up when they reached within themselves and drew a picture, or answered a math question, or danced to a song by their own choreography. Many of the students I saw in my classroom wanted to be singer/songwriter/musicians/acrobats. Many of them wanted to be stars, celebrities. My heart ached when one of my students felt excluded from an activity that the administration was doing for students who attended a certain number of days. The students I tutored were from the inner city school. There were lots of cut programs and tutoring was an attempt at filling after-school gaps. This particular student, M.,  cried and cried. I ached right along with her. I can’t tell you that I’m the opinionated type that took sides either with the administration or her broken heart. I did not feel this was my cause nor my duty to make anything just, nor to eliminate her sadness by fighting for what she wanted. I just did my best to comfort her, seeing her process as a continuous initiation into all the trials that we ever, as humans in society, endure.

There are simply times that we are excluded, there are times that some students get rewarded more than others, there are times when peers are mean or just simply uninterested. I try to remember the kindergarteners that I worked with at the Navajo reservation in Tuba City, Arizona when I was assisting as a volunteer for my Spring break during undergrad. That’s a beautiful age when the kids surrounded each other, and also gave each other space. At least in this classroom, this was the situation. They seemed to understand when one child excluded himself from the group activities and instead focused intently on the magic of the wall map. They interpreted that he just wanted to do what he wanted to do. They didn’t seem to need to make an excuse for him in their minds or with each other, “he’s different.” The didn’t perceive him as “different” just doing what he wanted to do. When the activity ended, they all joined hands with him and me. That little child, F.,  I was told, had fetal alcohol syndrome. He was a little angel. I think he was perfect, but I do know how hard we work to accommodate and make an early intervention. Sadly, this student wasn’t attending school very often, and the limitations of being a teacher and pursuing that particular course any further felt rather unfulfilling.  After all, I was an anthropology major, a participant-observer.

Eventually I worked with a group ESL students from Burma, and I enjoyed setting up their classroom and making worksheets, and really enjoyed talking with them – the goal was getting often getting them to speak in their non-native language. If I had continued working with children, I probably would have enjoyed the high school groups more – as for right now – the inner “teenager” aspect of me is very much alive. Those creative years when I would join my older friends at their colleges while I was still in high school. I would paint in my one friend’s studio; and we were wild. Yes, alcohol was involved. That kind of freedom to be wild; that rebellion in some sense, that was the best medicine for my creativity and my friendships. I still miss J. but she never liked technology, nor public attention. I’ve got a lot of ‘inner friends’ who represent all sorts of sides of me. I’m toasting to her right now…. wherever you are… you will always be loved; and I will always appreciate the wildness that you inspired in me! Somehow we were “old” before we were ever really young. I’ve been seeing a lot of memes that say, “Growing older, growing bolder.” It seems that getting bolder are acts of courage we all could use; and it doesn’t come from a place of naiveté, as much as it comes from place of having been wounded before, but moving forward anyways.

Luckily, life gives us plenty of opportunity for exploring all the ‘inners’ with all the ‘outers.’  Thanks to Sindy from Bluebutterliesandme for tagging me in this blog challenge, and I am grateful that you extended your dates.  Thank you to Aquileanna from La Audacia de Aquiles: El Mundo Visible es Sólo un Pretexto for the Creative Blogger nomination! I honestly take this award as a challenge to get more creative, and to ‘live a little more fully.’ I am so humbled by you and yours. I mean that in the best way!! 😀

Here are my nominations for the Creative Blogger Award. Please note that if you are not “into” awards, that is fine, just please accept my appreciation for your creativity!!! Also, if you already have the award, then here’s another one, this time **from me, with love**!

With the nomination we thank the person that nominated us, add a logo to our posts, and nominate 10 bloggers of our choice and let them know that you nominated them. I think that when I link your blog, WP will ping you. I’m not 100% sure, though. Please please visit these blogs, if you have not already, and have happy times with these bloggers and their original content and uniqueness.

Walking My Path

Quantum Hermit

Guru Genie

The Reinvention Intention

Embracing Forever

Smile Calm

Life as Improv

Paths of the Spirit



Shehanne Moore

Realizing our Angels

There are so many moments in a person’s life (this one in particular, me) where the experience of friendship, love, and connected-ness makes one feel so super special. That specialness is the shared embrace of softness and belonging.

Not alone.

It’s that feeling that it’s okay to FEEL because we are all Good Enough, Loveable Enough, Spacious Enough, and Capable Enough to embrace all the wounds we’ve had for an eternity.  To really cry it out, love it out, and hug it out, together.  We can unfold safely like flowers in the light of the Sun.  Nothing will overcome us, when we have one another, and when we have integrity within ourselves.

Angels mean different things to different people. One of my blogging friends, Linda Litebeing, posted some angel wings on my ‘about’ section of my blog this weekend. Wow!

Synchronicity had it that I was also just given the name of one of my Spiritual Guides on that same day. July 19th!

At the New Year I had set an intention to be more deeply present with the angels beyond this world. I know they are with me, and I want to acknowledge their loyal guidance in my life.

I have felt supported, loved, and appreciated for my own variable rays of character. It’s okay, “you’re human,” Linda said in our conversation over on her blog. That means, I too, am gifted with the love and support of others, of her. That’s precious, I’d say. We have a very nice community!!!

Angels among us

Some are those who I’ve only recently been getting to know, but to me, we share a spark! Some bloggers I found earlier on in my blogging journey, and those who have helped me to hold the light of my own purpose, while maintaining the humility of my humanness and fallibility.

There’s nothing you need to do – please just accept this token of my appreciation. If you have already received such a gift, please accept mine, too, and the light of your own abundance.

No list can be comprehensive. It may take me some time to get the word out. 😉

Enter the Earth Goddess: From Self to Community and Back Again…Love Circle <3

Seen and Unseen on the Earth Plane & in Cyberspace: Solar Eclipse in Taurus, April 28th

Last week, I spent some time just really reconnecting within myself. I focused on my diet, my schedule, and on my being. This place that I “go to” is a space of creativity, on another plane of existence – although, no one would realize that this is what I’m doing when I shift my consciousness into these states. It’s not for anyone to understand per se. It’s mostly a hidden dance; it requires a level of focus and detachment to present myself in this way to my Self.

Setting up a great amount of space is necessary for dutiful work, and protecting that space is necessary for the being-ness within it. This is the responsible thing to do when engaging with deeply transformative energy.

I bring back with me things, wisdom, or actual objects. Creatures can show up in relationship to movements in consciousness. Sometimes the quality of light is different, or the vibrations emanating from my body are measurably stronger. So, I set up the space (and the time), but what happens within it – is not of my making.

This experience is something that I can commence almost anywhere, but this time, and a lot of the time, I really wanted to be initiate the experience in the woods. I can do it from my couch if I want, but there’s a Spirit request that I’m replying to – and that’s not always easy to put into words for anyone. In fact, it is rarely possible, and I question if it’s necessary. Those who know – know. If you’ve experienced something like this, then you know what I am talking about.

There’s a level of control that seems to improve and become more advanced with time, regardless of conscious effort – there is the existence of unconscious effort. Certainly, conscious effort helps the entire process and programs the unconscious, but one has to be careful not to step beyond the state of receptivity, and get too ‘active’ and try to control the delicate and yet powerful resource that is subtle energy.

The best description for the process of gaining control within the experience of these processes is through the rhythm of dancing in accordance with Essence.

How Magical this is, but it may not seem that way to everyone.

I do notice, however, that artists, writers, musicians, photographers, healers, meditators, and dancers (of course!) often are compelled into these magical states. It seems most natural to experience alternate states from this practice of receptivity. It’s through participating receptively that the subtle consciousness –the subtle body gets involved. Here, we can enter the doorway for using the body to transcend the body.

Since our bodies are fabulous chemical, electrical, magnetic and substantive laboratories, achieving changes in consciousness can begin and even end by manipulating this laboratory. The energy of the planets and the movement of heavens affect our bodies. A run or jog, moments at the gym, or holding your breath under water can affect changes in your consciousness. This is magical, indeed, but the method itself is ordinary.


Nothing is more powerful than ceremony for bringing in shifts to states of consciousness. I’ve participated in Native American medicine wheel ceremonies and in homemade ceremonies. Spirit has called me to conduct small-scale ceremonies or host spiritual energy for the healing of friends and loved ones. I had an amazing ceremony with some wonderful friends before I left for Kauai in 2011, and was able to bring many gifts there to the island as a result of our gathering beforehand. I left offerings in Kauai at a sacred location on behalf of those who participated, and to the waters in a separate ceremony that I was called to do by myself.

I’m really looking forward to seeing others from ‘my tribe’ this weekend when I visit.

New energies and bonds are forming now, as precious new energies enter the landscape. From a distance I can see how I’ve connected people together just by being a common friend, or thread.


There’s a saying that I liked for some time now:

“It takes a long time to grow an old friend,” by John Leonard.

While I’ve felt blessed in my life with a multitude of fast and yet deeply profound acquaintanceships, and have had so many magical and interesting exchanges with strangers (this is my specialty – with an Aquarius South Node and Aquarius rising), something’s been missing.

What’s been missing are the slow movements of Taurus, the plodding and tireless stubborn commitment of Taurus – the time it takes for me to trust, find words, exchange words, and just be in the group or focused on friendship.

Receptivity to the present moment is a gift that means you don’t look to see who is around you for you. You look just to look. However, sometimes, this looking can distract you from Self. So this is the beautiful process of distraction and re-attraction to Self, Spirit, whatever is Source for you.

Just look at the other arms of the fixed cross: the rich intimacy in Scorpio needs the complementary slow and consistent pace of Taurus. I like Taurus. It’s where Chiron was positioned at my birth. Chiron squares my nodes. I pay attention to this, and let myself be wounded by moving too fast; then, I slow down again.

Remembering my cancer moon is sensitive to space and is very nurturing, and doesn’t like it when things get too rowdy. My 9th house Uranus (my Ascendant ruler) is into Jupiter-type stuff, and has become quite optimistic about it all. Right now, Jupiter is in tight conjunction with my natal moon – personal planet on a Grand Cross show down. WELCOME! ♥ If you’ve made it here, and you are still reading, I love you already!! We all want to be heard!  It just feels good!


Recently, I received a kind mention and an invitation from one of my blogging friends, Linda Lite Being; and, I’m super touched~ Normally, I wouldn’t participate in this kind of thing just because [insert legitimate excuse], but this one is unique because it’s about GODDESSES and SISTERHOOD! Also, I will be posting about a number of blogs that I enjoy reading, and people (women writers) who have captured my interest and attention.

What Linda wrote on her own blog regarding Goddesses is so perfect, something I could have written about myself (but I didn’t have to, Linda did – and flawlessly) Linda’s words, not mine:

…“Spent many years regarding more of my male friends as true like-minded companions. It was most often in those alliances that I found people who loved to discuss complex ideas, go on wild adventures, and treat me with respect, loyalty, and affection. They knew the real me and had my back, like a fun yet protective older brother. I noticed much more competition and superficiality among my female peers. It seemed that true sisterhood was a rare treasure among plastic imitations. Let’s call them the Earth Goddesses.  It was later in life that I was able to find more of those qualities in the women I met. As you know, anything of true value is worth waiting for. With my sisterhood, this is also the case.”…

Visit her blog here:

Linda, Thank you for inspiring me into blogging sisterhood, and for nominating me for this award. I’m sending you an energetic embrace aka HUGE HUG. I’m also really appreciating  Through the Peacock’s Eyes and Bluebutterfliesandme as early blogger friends, and know that we are all in good company when we can inspire one another. ❤ I have many nominations (some may or may not already be initiated).


~Rules~ (suggested guidelines)

  1. Provide a link and thank the blogger who nominated you for this award.
  2. Answer ten questions.
  3. Nominate 10-12 blogs that you find a joy to read. (you can improvise here)
  4. Provide links to these nominated blogs and kindly let the recipients know they have been nominated. (this may take a while)
  5. Include the award logo within your blog post.

1 Sisterhood Award

10 Questions

1. Your favorite color …. Purple, forever. But I shall always paint will all colors. 

2. Your favorite animal … This changes depending on what animal I’m working with energetically. HAWK is most consistent.

3. Your favorite non-alcoholic drink …. Herbal tea

4.  Facebook or Twitter ….. Both are different, I use both🙂 I will at times* go into internet hibernation, and disappear from the cyberscape. I am KA MALANA on facebook.

5. Your favorite pattern …..  



6. Do you prefer getting or giving presents? both!

7. Your favorite number …   0 (zero)

8. Your favorite day of the week …  Wednesday/Friday

9. Your favorite flower ….   All these favorites (above) will change (except purple). I love all flowers (angiosperms) and plants that do not flower, like moss. The Rose is sacred.

10. What is your passion? ….  Life itself; the living of it.

So who are these goddesses that dwell on Earth?

  Earth Goddesses ( image originally on Linda’s blog, but is open domain) us public domain wikimedia commons

Here are my nominees. These are some very cool women!  I will call them Earth Goddesses, too! I enjoy getting to know them, and I’d like to be able to read their blogs more often. They write and create from places of wisdom and with true intent. I find them to be both kind and fearless – a wonderful Earth Goddess combo! Thank you for being a part of my life. If you are awards-free, do not fret. Please allow me to simply say Namaste publicly. Nothing more is required. However, for those who are led to pass these on to your sisters, do so with love and honor. Namaste.  With all of you, I never get enough time with your blogs. I hope that I am able to notify you in time for the Taurus Solar Eclipse! 🙂

 Living on the Edge of the Wild

Owls and Orchids

Symbol Reader

Ghost talk blog

Soul Fields

Soul Gatherings

Psychic Pharmacy Tech

Through the Peacock’s Eyes




Soul Fields


 Salt for my soul

A Sign of Life