When you notice that I am posting even more frequently in November (hopefully). You’ll see that you, too, can join in. I will be participating in Nano Poblano, “the World’s Least Official Blog-Everyday-November Challenge.” Nothing gets me motivated like something that isn’t officially official-official, and really has the spirit of community, teamdom, and freedom. We all want to have fun. Here’s the official link. Especially if you are already a regular every day blogger, and want to reach more people, and participate more as well – go sign up!
Nothing says “potential over-commitment” like Jupiter conjunct Sun in Scorpio – so I thought it’d be a great time (or worst time) to take a deep dive. You get it, folks, I decided to go for the swim! Isn’t it exciting!? That said, considering my away-from-the-blog work/life/family balance, it should be an equally busy season off-blog. My throat already feels scratchy and my lymph nodes feel swollen, so why don’t we do it?! I’m gonna enjoy this, or at least enjoy trying! Oh, and the self-care… that’ll happen. 🙂
Blogging, for me, brings together my favorite things art, celebration, exploration, empowerment, and meditation, and growing together. I need the calm to balance the excitement. I need the bland to balance the spicy. I need the deep-discussions to balance the light-hearted whimsy. I need my own commitment to my writing/art/astro/photography space getting out there, and I need it to be okay when I don’t make it out the gate, or I just hide under the blankets.
This is my home beyond me. This is where I live, and I intend to keep decorating, or louse it up, whatever is my choice. If you stick around for my posts, I thank you all in advance for supporting me and my self-expression, as it ebbs and flows, changes and grows.
Gosh, all ya’all please join us, here!
“I never made one of my discoveries through the process of rational thinking.”
“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
“Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.”
science has this passion
on who is looking,
what is personified.
when being the butterfly
(or chuang tzu?),
feeling the metal pin slice
through dried wings,
and the suffocation of
that is, having to be a ‘thing’
as on a shelf, labeled, glassed,
found a niche,
now perform well…
if you are a butterfly under glass,
then play dead.
takes the fun and the
joy out of the science of
discovery, out of the
playtime of role-play
and temporary assignments,
exploration, even quantum theory.
we all know nightingales
like to be free, as do
butterflies and whispers
poems don’t love
to be scrutinized nor analyzed
for their psychic material
poems are more like butterflies
than psyches, more like butterflies
than like freud
than like rorschach,
than like LSD.
a poem is not an neurotransmitter,
nor a stimulated receptor, nor the electrical stimulus,
but it can affect you.
social media affects dopamine,
check your ventromedial prefrontal cortex
maybe a non-sequitur, but all things
have namable parts that don’t add up
always, but are still whole processes,
rarely makes any sense,
albeit the words are happening
thick, fluid, magical,
symbols have not 1:1
more like 1: ad infinitum
we, who need to be free
take our freedom
in the moments of our breath,
use dashes, and make dashes,
or take our time,
find truth in
chuang tzu, in
freud, even, if necessary…
poetry as word
isn’t fake, nor outrightly
it doesn’t have to be beautiful!
not all poems want to be
delivered with song
but you can see an internal
even a trapped butterfly
may effect chaos theory
for theories are more easily
affected than are
the winds, with the momentum
of, say, a hurricane numbered 5.
my prayers were heard,
even when i didn’t pray
the way, i was expected to, with
the authorized format, given to me
by those who would punish me,
by those who would punish anybody,
by those who do not know self-love.
chuang tzu is not my god/goddess,
i reject capital letters right now
except for this one,
but even so, i yearn for another
language, to facilitate this meaning
This poem was written in the attempt to recover the creative adolescent
archetype, when expression was honestly exploring and feeling like the systems of the world were restraining forces, rather than assisting and engendering forces, a great questioning. It’s about being awkward, and being as a poem at the same time. When poetry didn’t have to be about rhyme or song, tradition – nor be didactic in any way. When poetry was about experimentation and “finding oneself” in the world. When poetry was about the journey and not the destination.
Also, this is integration work, and not meant to be viewed as a polished piece, final product, or current commentary. This is art-in-action.
Finally, once I found a coffee-shop, where at the readings, the host’s poetry sounded surrealist/da-da, and I felt like I fit in there at times.
I wasn’t planning on sharing this painting, or at least yet. I made it as a fun print, with kid’s washable paint. It’s on wood. I like the blank spots, for now. Not worrying about being a “serious” painter – I like that every time I sit down to make some art, or I make art on the fly – it’s for a different reason, season, need, purpose. Sometimes I study an object, sometimes I just want to have fun. That’s what this was. Also, I’m not pigeon-holing it into “something” or needing to be defined. I’m letting it live on its own.
That said, I am sad to hear today about a colleague’s artwork being stolen. I’m angry. I’d like to keep the details private but I wanted to offer up my “make it easier” coloring in honor of this loss and ask that the artwork be returned to the owner it was gifted to and so that the work can continue to heal and make its offerings on the wall where it was originally set.
Scorpio as a sign in general tends to guard that 8th house of losses and gains. We are in the midst of the full moon with the nodes changing into Leo/N.Node and Aquarius/S.Node. I am a big believer that we don’t lose anything, only the physical form. I can only imagine how much of a blow it was to the creator of the artwork – with the art’s intention to heal and provide. This is the human condition, no one is free from loss. May this person, and all involved, experience a full restoration.
Photography ©2017 Ka Malana
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 Amazon.com 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.
Depicting the human body has both amazed and inspired me since my teens when I had the opportunity to freely draw at a local college with a nude model. I didn’t have any lessons in this type of drawing at the time, but the practice helped me to make a representation of the image I saw before me. Then, when in college undergrad, I took a drawing class that had a 3-day drawing nude model exercise, the other activities were still-life, etc.
In essence, it’s been years since I’ve attempted anything like this. I doubt that I can “pick up where I left off.” By the same token, I am surprised that I was able to do this at all, and with very little training. What really mattered to me was the state of mind that drawing put me in. It was so comfortably silent. I have to wonder if my openness at the time led to these drawings. Believe me, I know the opposite: frustration. However, frustration is limited. It cannot last. What does last, is the mark on the page. Even then, it will disappear in time.
This is the last article in my Reflections series for the Mercury retrograde transit in Taurus. Starting tomorrow, I will be engaging in a weeklong silent retreat, and will be offline completely for at least a week. Following that I have some blog posts planned about my recent travels. Still, you know how inspiration is, it has its own timeline. We’ll see what happens after the retreat. Many of my days did not go as planned, but I’ve learned in life not to plan, while still, to plan.
May you all have sweet, blessed days filled with all the amazing developments of your own growth and the bliss of life. May all your creations bring you the joy of that curious openness, an openness accepting of mystery, and while relishing in the unfoldment and enlightenment that each day brings. ❤ aloha, ka
Tribus is a holiday now 🙂 Ra, over at Rarasaur [because obviously she’s a dinosaur] has launched the celebration.
There are no Non-Sequiturs in my writing, whateversoever!
We here at Fiestaestrellas, are always celebrating, so we love joining the fun, even though we’ve got A LOT of herbs to memorize, and some heavy studying to do for our course work which gets priority over these 3 loves (+Blogging! +Astrological Sharings +Community Conversation).
Here’s MY 3 without any further ado.
#1 Making Art to Make Art – Older Styles of mine
#3 Exploring, Eating (Gluten Free Pancakes with Raspberries), Drumming, Writing on my Dry Eraser Board (in no particular order).
It was a lot of fun to be freely messy all over my blog post – and still in list format! 🙂