For Love, and wrapping up my November with a bow 🎀

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Here’s my 5-minute meditation that I’ve provided on my blog, where you can listen and also find it under the meditation drop down box -> mindfulness meditation tracks -> 5 minute guided meditation. I’d like to give this to you, as my gift to you: where you can listen and get in touch with all your senses as I guide you.

                Which senses bring you joy and delight? 

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All of them, as they are the ones that connect me beyond the earth plane! (best explained by Sue Dreamwalker, here.)

   How do they help you live a meaningful life?

My senses help me relate and integrate. My senses help me to connect with others, with nature, and help me to be a part of something bigger than myself. My earthy senses: sounds, sights, feels, tastes, and smells, help me to ‘ground’ and to meditate.  5-minute meditation.

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Yin-Yang Soup

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Today’s post is dedicated to the two challenges I’ve participated in for November, it’s also dedicated to me, for completing the NanoPoblano challenge when I didn’t think I would/could. At all. I still wanted to give it a try. I wanted to use this challenge to get through an ‘already’ challenging time. NanoPoblano, is a month-long posting challenge to post daily with no restrictions originated by Ra Avis. She is an incredibly inspiring blogger and human, and she came up with the idea for NanoPoblano. She’s also been a great friend and support to me in completing my book, She would always appear at precisely the right moments.

Here’s Ra’s words about the NanoPoblano challenge. It’s about Poblanos/Cheerspeppers and the team:

The thing about the Poblanos is that it adds a family dimension to the entire project.  You will be constantly looking at a list of people who are going through the same struggle as you.  Some will be better writers.  Some will be funnier.  Some will have bigger audiences.

It won’t matter, though, because we’ll all be feeling the burn.

After walking through the fire together, it’s hard not to love each other.  We’re a team.  My Poblanos are my first point of contact for any activity I undertake– because I know they are committed to what they want, and to what they do.  No matter what they want, or why they do.

These are people I am proud to blog alongside.

I am proud to blog alongside her and others; most of all my readers!!!!!

This month, on the 23rd, my blogger galpal Linda from Litebeing.com invited me to participate in her month-long Sense-sational Blogging Challenge, and she suggested that I could use one of my NanoPoblano posts for her Sense-sational Challenge. So, at this point I was thinking, maybe I could pull this off, and use Linda’s challenge to be sure I get to the end. Thank you, Linda! Check out her blog for astrological musings, synchronicity, numerology, and more!

Of course, I have to also mention another dear blogging friend & wizard, Dewin, who participated in this challenge on the 29th, since I can’t link to anyone afterward – as I am taking up the caboose – here’s a link to Dewin’s written submission. You can also follow his amazingly well-written, witty, passionate, and truly epic poetry by following the links on his blog. If you haven’t already. 🙂

About my book: Art for Art, in my opinion it’s the best first and potentially only book I could/would have written. Included in it is a wonderfully well-written foreword by my dear friend and writer, Michael, from Embracing Forever. He’s really been a huge support to my writing, as another writer, and a marvelous writer at that! He’s blown me away with his talent, and I am anticipating his continued success!!

Finally, here’s a link to my posts for NanoPoblano, where you will see a lot of photography and writings, poetry, and musings mixed together with the astrology that underlies it all. I’ve put the posts all here in one nice, tidy, accessible place – including my “lead in” posts where I prepared for November’s challenge.

Let’s get spicy and do the thing in November!

The Day Before…

Tiny lighthouse

Tanka Poem

undaunted at dawn

rooted tree of the taurus full moon

november swirls

Little Ka, Amusement Park

Complaints from an angel

Resting Haiku

the sky provided

friendship

yin of evening

brownie i wonder

crosswalk closeup

smiling bodhisattva in the garden

lotus

being one with nature

tap the feet to the beat

beach surrender

desert yawn

Waxing Tropical

A rose’s aroma

Lines & Designs

Thanksgiving in so many forms

Triskelion & flower

The center

across time (and space)

The wave

rose alchemy

i want to guide you

My readers are soooo awesome and I cannot wait to catch up with you, especially these last few days, **WHEW**!  This daily posting for the month was a challenge for me, but I’m glad I did it. I’m not sure if I will do it again.

Thank you all for your loving, supportive comments. You really made a difference!!!

So what’s next?
I’m not sure, but I definitely have a lot of “off the blog” work to focus on and so I’m going to completely enjoy my December (and that means working on what I have to do and read your blogs when I can) and prepare for 2018. This November’s end is sort of a wrap up for me for the whole year, 2017. I’m proud of myself for doing this posting challenge for me. I like the delicious choices that I get to make in my many moments! My dedication to my regular meditation practice has also benefitted from this month’s crazy activity!

What will you do in December? Did you have a good time in November? What was 2017 like?

 

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Designed by Sue Dreamwalker

across time (and space)

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Photography and writing by Ka Malana ©2017

winds of change
blow in every direction
but one direction keeps
moving us forward,

time.

today we meditate on changes
and recognize that
which has not changed,

and never will

for all the flowers we
are connected with

are united,
across the many geographies.
Time brings us together
and separates us again and
again.

Let us appreciate every moment!

My book was published, and it’s a lovely book.

“One way poetry connects is across time. . . . Some echo of a writer’s physical experience comes into us when we read her poem.”
― Jane HirshfieldNine Gates: Entering the Mind of Poetry

 

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undaunted at dawn

Image

infinite sunrise
that’s what you are,
an eternal idea
a fountain of radiance
burning our skylines
dazzling our eyes
with sunsets,
in colorful shows

how we revolve around your
furnace and experience
in 8 min and 20 sec,
your Fresh light

on this day and many
others, I️ am but a weak
glimmer of anxious hope
turned to facing you for
your eternal spirit,
your renewing compassion

I️ am but a pale face in the
morning without your fun
sun to shine upon
and animate this day into
a knot of flame to become
a meaningfully regular burn of
time

Ka Malana 🐑2017

For her debut book: Art for Art, by Ka Malana 

The author is contributing to a daily blog marathon and cheeringpeppers for Nano Poblano 2017. Artists unite! ✊️

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The Day Before…

All is not silent
as i beg of the old self
“let me go”

clothing is flying
tears are raging
words are thrashing

“release
your grip on me,”
i whisper,
as i try to unpeel the fingers
my old self uses to cling to the
ledge.

one by one,
lovingly,
but surely,

“let me be free and
step into this…

new abyss,
the darkness,
the unknown,

let me jump.
Let me Do it now!”

Taking a big, deep breath… Let’s get spicy and do the thing in November!

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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!

Her Open Glow

When first I met her
I needed a relationship
that wouldn’t pursue me,
in the usual way.

I needed an intimacy
that moved with me,
as I moved.

~

She will not lead you
to still waters, nor even ask you
to take a drink. she doesn’t even
care if you pursue her.

She just loves.

She met me under a tree,
when I called to her, I saw
that she was the tree.

~

She doesn’t demand commitment,
nor sacrifice,
she but notices it, and gently
encourages me to
keep pacing myself.

keep finding ways to be gentle with you, she says.

She shows me how to love myself,
in this way.

I met her when,
I needed her voice to be the
gentlest, clearest, cut-through-the-bullshit,

opening

she doesn’t define a gender.

she isn’t gonna hurt your heart,
to teach you a lesson.

you weren’t born for that.

she says, “oh honey, life just is,
love as much as you can”

working it out

science has this passion

to discover,
or re-discover

it depends

on who is looking,
what is personified.

but,

when being the butterfly
(or chuang tzu?),

feeling the metal pin slice
through dried wings,

and the suffocation of
entrapment,

that is, having to be a ‘thing’

as on a shelf, labeled, glassed,
obtainable,

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,
nor calcium

but it can affect you.
social media affects dopamine,
like crazy!

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,
like healing
rarely makes any sense,
exactly

albeit the words are happening

thick, fluid, magical,

ungraspable.

untouchable-tangible

symbols have not 1:1
correlation-symmetry
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,
on purpose.

find truth in
chuang tzu, in

freud, even, if necessary…

poetry as word
isn’t fake, nor outrightly
understandable.
it doesn’t have to be beautiful!

not all poems want to be
delivered with song

but you can see an internal
frequency,

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,

Process –

but even so, i yearn for another
language, to facilitate this meaning

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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.