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Category: Astrology
Rising
Sun rises with orange tasty smiles
Oats, eggs, and coffee mix with autumn
I hear the leaves crunch like cereal when
I’m walking outside.
Then there’s the design of the ocean
A stretching scape of smoothery
I love to hear the ripples and dance with the shimmer of golden mica sand
My home is a beauty.
a delightfully crisp autumn fog promising sunshine
Night chimney burning with cool morning mists.
My feet are dazzled by the shore while my head is in the mountains.
My home is a beauty
Rising land ambiance, rising mists, rising spirits.
Stillness in Freedom
A moment’s peacefulness can make up for many weeks’ strife. Never forget the power of a few moments of freedom.
Thanking God and Goddess for all the love that is everywhere, ready to receive all the trials, tears, and traumas of our planet. Dragonflies and butterflies are about, the wind is in the leaves 🍃 rocking the dry ones off the branch.
A day or two without pain is welcomed. The pain will probably return, but this moment is to be rejoiced! A sigh of relief. The road through life is hopefully long, and likely convoluted. There’s a moment to behold when our prayers are answered, for however long in freedom, we can embrace.
Painful life reflection
My situation has gotten worse the past few weeks after a short period (2-3 weeks of freedom from pain) but I still managed to pass my last licensing exam even after the pain returns. I did all 5 (in total) so I could be licensed in any state. Sitting for that last board exam, though, that in itself was a miracle.
But at this point, I’m more or less confined to mostly my bed, due to pain. The smallest amount I do causes me to become disabled in pain. It seems I am unable to be picking up my toddler anymore. She’s too young for me to feel okay with this. All the ways forward don’t have the best known results. All the procedures and treatments beyond the conservative ones which I’ve used for the past decade, all have consequences. I spend time in meditation and prayer for the best guidance and to have the best support. I have been a cheerleader for natural and non-pharma medicine but I am greatly disappointed with my outcome with using all medicines (including Western) I can find on the planet, including the one of my own inner guidance. I have surrendered, asked for complete assistance, but I don’t know how long I will be waiting to “find a reason for all this.” On the pain forums I’m on, I truly see many people in purposeless suffering. It’s sad. I’m one of them. I’m suffering. I’ve lost so much of my life to this “my” version of degenerative disc disease with painful herniation/protrusions and painful spinal nerves.
The truth is I feel unsupported, unappreciated and abandoned. I feel isolated and depressed often. I can’t even imagine ever hiking again or being able to take my daughter to the park by myself let alone if I were to be there only briefly with others. It feels like with these back problems I am guaranteed to miss out on enormous aspects of her life; those that would bring special joy.
My daughter needs me now more than ever and so much falls on my husband to do. Our house isn’t getting cleaned or organized as I would do. My life feels so chaotically stolen from me. The bright moments are all shadowed with this looming reality of debility. We have no supports, friends or family nearby. My in-laws just visited briefly. We are all aging. Everyone has some planned surgery. As an older mom, the possibility of these horrific circumstances do exist, and I’m living it. I’ve been fighting for nearly a decade to have the best quality of life for myself and for others and there were times I was winning. I have seen shamans and done so many healing techniques under the sun. I have prayed regularly with silent Unity. But, I’m not—right now—overcoming.
This is suffering. I know very well what it’s like. And, I’m still young.
I’m writing this so I can be less alone, less invisible, less burdened.
My birthday is this Saturday and it will be another quiet one. 41 years old. I will likely be crying as I have for many of my recent days.
Magical pathways and definite signs
Brilliant sun dresses the grass in glistening crystal light, like glass
as each day fades more quickly than the last
with only time scattering, not shattering.
I am alone in the temple of my studying
who has hope in this life that’s quickening?
The messages on the wind are obvious and settling.
Feathers touch my eyes even when I haven’t been eyes wide-open, a blessing.
head to the ground, I see the sky, anyways.
goddess protects me, restores me, intrigues me.
she is my mystery, cloaked in light. Too bright to see the shapes.
she is the laughter that breaks over silly faces
and highlights dreamy face contours full of delight.
I’m walking on the ground that you put down for me, wearing my t-shirt of faith, that one that was an accidental gift posted to me.
Owl, Hawk, you remind me that my roots are going down, right where I am. I am meant to be here.
Butterflies and sun blazing and all…
The heat makes the air rise, and I wonder how much the butterfly has to move to keep from getting scorched by summer sun.
She is beautiful, but she works hard, while others see whimsy.
She wants to know more about the mystery of the wind, but she’s Content to ride, knowing how to glide, and when to flit.
And when to rest.
Build down deeper
and, reach up higher
my days are speckled with contrast
with energy running low
traveling like water
seeking to ground and center
magnetized to the core of earth
down down down I go
into the caverns of the ancient ones
while above the surface I rise
stretching up ⬆️ reaching, reaching
flying with the owl in the night
wings shielding from the elements
my spirit soars and I long to be joined
with all that is in my soul and beyond
healings given by me make me feel
my purpose is alive and well
and all these dim switches in my awareness
are meant to be situated perfectly
just for me to flick on with strong yesses
I give way to this meaning,
I accept this purpose, with gratitude 🙏🏽
Mahalo, I am love, and I love you. We are one.
Pain drives us
Sometimes pain drives us to hide
from experiences that present possibilities for more pain
And other times, it helps steel our will
Stake a claim on creating a new vessel to
Live in.
Like a hermit crab, maybe it’s time to climb into a
New shell
Maybe forge one from fire;
My shell is changing
My flesh has reduced and my muscles are rising
Some of this is the consequence of sadness or
feelings of worry and despair, combined with work and determination after long pauses
I plan on making feelings of worry, fear, and despair my allies.
Even if empathic, they can be useful.
It occurred to me today that I don’t need to be useful to the world.
But that I would stake my claim of my place in this world by virtue of the fact that I AM living.
I will let pain drive me to new discoveries,
Relationships, and acceptance.
I will allow this transformation.
Growth dreams
Resiliency powerhouse
Soft lover
Open channel
Guided, Effective, Capable
Living off the fuel of my challenges
Facing the fears and being gentle with myself
Loving compassion
Showing up!
Clearing the illusions
Being present
Sharp focus
Strength & opportunity
Seeing the wisdom in the wounds
Building paths and making possibilities
Transcending my perceived limits
And working it, never giving up.
*I’m picturing myself sailing on a ship, being deeply in tune with the ocean, and yielding to the power of the storm while the storm inside me grows to match the might of that storm outside of me. I am ready to build this new way of being in the world. I am ready to see the new ways forward. I am ready to be gentle and yielding in the truth of how mighty we all are. 💖 We can overcome our difficulties. I want to be on that path! I am on that path! I will keep going. Growth dreams, to become more than I am now, I am ready.
Cheers to this full moon 🌕
Feeling authentically with chronic pain
In the beginning of the year I wrote a blog post titled the beginning of healing. In a personal sense, this was more prophetic than I knew. I sensed a deep river running through me ready to perhaps “cleanse me” and wash over me on a more subterranean level. Yet I’m not ready to define “what this is” on that deeper level, spiritual level. Maybe I sensed that quite a bit had been stirred up inside of me during the insanity of the pandemic and politics and thus readying me for more healing and feeling. Maybe I had just been through so much just having a baby and transforming into a mother.
Three months after having her, I completed most of my National Board exams before graduating.
I then finished my Master’s Program by December and the remaining National Board exam, but now have been stopped short of my goal to get licensed in my own state because of the need to sit for a 5 hour exam when I cannot due to pain and further causing injury to my spine. I put so much effort into my program and made much progress with my own health (so it seemed) only to be stopped short for a time. I can eventually take my state’s board exam, maybe, if I get well enough to. Sure I could move to a different state but we have other roots here as a family, and so I feel attached. Better to stick with the career roots my husband has built. Also, it’s home to my alma mater and I’d prefer to stay close by hoping for more opportunities that way. But not if I’m not well!!
I can barely take care of my family, and it being “just us” and literally no one else living in the same state, there’s no one to really turn to for a helping hand. We need to hire help.
Plus, my health has been the worst money pit.
Friends, I’m still in the thick of it, having some better days mixed with suffering days. However what seems to be emerging is this sense of connectedness with my closest friends, who still happen to live far. I don’t feel as lonely as I did a month or two ago, at least, not today.
I also really want to be in touch with people who have had or are experiencing chronic pain, and making the best of it. I absolutely know I am not alone. The whole reason I am walking my path is because I am authentically me. I am free to be myself, and learning every day how to show up for myself and love and bring healing to all the aspects of my consciousness. Some part of me does trust that this is a process unfolding within me, that I will get past it, and my life will move on! But for now, I’m in a really challenging & painful holding pattern.
Authentically yours,
Ka
Stabilizing
a pillar has rolled back into place.
consciousness is as steady as a beam.
The gaze is calm while looking at the rust, bright lights and dark spots fuse transforming angles of industry into cloth and folds into thin sheets.
i hear a whisper from her heart
her lips are pressed against my chest. i feel warm knowing she is one with me again. She’s curled up inside of me, ready to face what’s next.
i turn to her and thank her for her patience, for enduring what this path and journey really means: commitment.
I’ve never seen her grow like this before, joining in with faith. She clutches onto nothing. She’s honest to the brim. Shes ready for what’s next. So I lead her back inside.
speak.
When I woke my voice was brittle—
The words came out,
but were easily broken.
I then sifted through the debris and emptied the sand from my hands, made up of
messages that, when undelivered,
had turned to dust.
With my warm dry hands I gently held my
throat and let my hands speak “you may not know how to voice
but I give you time. I give you space.
Your voice matters. Never give up. Let anyone try to silence you, but you will never again do it to yourself.”
*is anyone else having trouble with the editor? I did a copy and paste of my poem and the formatting would not fill one solid block. I’m not being too picky about format right now, because it’s not convenient to be. It expresses enough on its own.
Levity
My tears are touching everything but what I need
My tears touch my cheeks
But cannot spread into my heart
Cannot touch this wound and offer it
Still there’s flowing from both heart and from tears
The path forward seems dusted over
Every prayer keeps me in it for the day
But each day I’m missing out on where my
Heart wants to be engaged, in full capacity.
Moments ease and bring hope.
But, the same thorn in my back remains
My patience has been by my side for 9 years
But the dysfunction cannot be ignored.
I am tethered to it.
Only well enough for so long or so far
The variable “x” has been my one constant.
I want to run and sweat with all the energy I have built for transformation
But I am stuck sliding back in my circled walls so slick I cannot climb
Bone deep is misaligned
No muscle release nor stretch will remove the thorn, no deep breath, no daily meditation, no daily Qi gong wills it away.
Where I want to spread hope, I’m left wanting.
My tears arriving to keep me company and hear me lose my patience.
Enough!
The beauty
I never intended to share this, but there’s something so special in it that I felt like if I don’t let it out, the magic will not come back again. And by magic I mean… the allowance!
Your life wants to live through you. If you are judging yourself before you even start, you are missing the most precious moments of your life. This is an energy thing. This is an important lesson. Give yourself a little exhale from now and then and remember– this is your life, but you are not living it for yourself! 🖼
I had never used these pens before. I’m not going to make excuses about how much I think this drawing didn’t live up to my expectations. I adore this drawing. It surprised me! With little to no preparation I made a Mark that will be remembered forever. I adore this gift that I was given, and I hope to pass it on! It only takes a spark and maybe “her” 🔥 fire will be blazing! That is my hope! 😍
Lagomorpha
Hop, hop, hop
in the morning we go
hop, hop, hop!
she loves the rabbit and the elephant, too
we make the sounds of the animals true
and embody them, it’s the way we learn.
after nap, it’s “hop, hop, hop”
and even at night, when dreams yearn.
we know all the names for bunny, hare, rabbit
and she is my inspiration for this springing habit
is not just one day: It’s a “kick off”
Spring has not just sprung, it is still springing!
Hop,_hop,_hop_!
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