A place

There’s a place we can go where we can reach

anything in our heart’s desire.

I can light a match and open a door.

The magic is thick with the spark.

My animal guide walks in and we are transported

through the keyhole into

the Garden.

I am here with you now, tending to your roses that are

growing in the snow.

We hear the drip drip from the ice thawing

and I open my cloak and reach out for your hand.

You are silent and I touch your heart with my hand.

Inside it I can feel your hurting beat, I surround the area

and clear out the dry rot.

I pull away the termites and open up your light. Your lantern pulses.

A star above your head opens, and it spills its light

into your heart.

We close your blue cloak and sit in the dark atop the

patches of iced moss.

We surrender to the shape of our breaths flowing from our mouths.

After a moment’s pause, I say,

“Let’s go home and make some soup.”

You agree and we light another match.

We are transported into our kitchen away from the garden

Garlic, tomato, basil and oregano are all prepared for us

near the stove.

You sit down at the table,

and I begin to cook for you,

with the biggest smile on my face.

Photo credit from Unsplash Collection
Photo credit from Unsplash Collection

Pirate in the Ether β€” from VSVEVG (very simple very easy very good)

This is a post about how dogs help us through hard times. It is about understanding that true love comes from a place of freedom, not attachment. And that life remains, simple easy and good, especially when you letΒ go.

Pirate in the Ether β€” VSVEVG (very simple very easy very good)

I am reposting a blog post from a long time friend on WordPress. Abby is a wonderful writer, and she shares this really poignant piece about her connection with a special dog, named Pirate, who passes away. It includes live footage from when he was alive. There’s so much more in the post, which she weaves together beautifully, sharing about her collection of recent years; and her courage in getting through it is evident. In her own words, “true love comes from a place of freedom, not attachment.”

One of the musical pieces Abby includes in her article is music from Aurora. I’ve been a long time fan of Aurora, but I had not heard this song or the version of it before, that she included. Read the article because its good, and also to find the beautiful song that Aurora sings feat Pomme, that I am writing about. Aurora is a true artist. You can feel it from her singing, her movements, and the way she carries herself. I’ve attached an interview with her below, where she talks about the true meaning of success. She’s sweet and I think a lot of us can relate to her; when asked if she listens to her own music, she says “No, I don’t like to hear my own voice.” She also says that music is her best friend. When asked what she would say to her 12 year old self that wrote the song, “Runaway,” she said “[I]f you share your music with other people, one day that music might even become other peoples’ best friends, too.” Lately I’ve been sharing my favorite music with my best friends offline; so I included this part in this post today to share with you. Aurora is sweet, and I hope you can appreciate her music. The interviewer came to the conclusion about Aurora: “I think you are one of those people who can appreciate the small stuff.”

Aurora says that she feels the most successful when she’s spent her time right. Listen for the rest, to feel her energy.

Remember to click on the link above, or here, to read Abby’s post at Very Simple Very Easy Very Good.”

Unafraid to Stand Alone β€” Fiesta Estrellas – ReBLOGathon Day28

In this life, we might be terrified. we might feel alone, though we are not. we must work every day to give ourselves enough space, to be who we are. however we are, β€œdark” or β€œlight” or the huge gamut spanning between even if not one single person feels that what we offer is valuable, […]

unafraid to stand alone β€” Fiesta Estrellas
Unsplash photographer: Yuriy Bogdanov

Today’s reblog links back to a poem I wrote, about not being afraid to stand alone. I think this is a good reminder for all of us while the season is all about “coming together.” For so many this season bring a lot of pressure, loneliness, and oftentimes tremendous grief. However for others it’s a time to really express our happiness and our love with our friends, families and everyone in our lives. Truly the holidays are days when most people have off work–even though not all do.

Yesterday I took time for myself to really appreciate the moments in my life. There’s this beautiful quiet descending upon me. It’s far from depression and it feels like inner peace. I’m not even chasing after it either. It’s there when all the chasing runs its course. πŸ™‚

Happy Peppering!

Your Attention, Please?

What size am I?

How big is my heart?

What’s the right fit for me, where should

I put my attention?

When you have a lot to give,

isn’t it best to focus on where you

make the greatest contribution?

Don’t waste that precious energy.

I like to ask myself questions out loud.

I’m not afraid of you.

This question asking isn’t just an activity for the young.

I can be open like this, I can be vulnerable: I choose it.

I’m not afraid of the public, nor of sounding less

than brilliant.

I am not here to impress you.

I just want to know where I fit–how to stop wasting my time.

How to make this life 1000000% useful, the biggest impact,

I am the greatest force, leveraged with the right attention.

Attention is everything.

So is relaxing and asking questions

to redirect myself.

So here I am.

Image Credit: Nick Fewings: Unsplash

Unconditional β€” Fiesta Estrellas

*Unconditional* This poem has me in a loving gasp for air that meets me in the center of my soul and gently says β€œlet go” and burrows in for a longer show of moving Spirits inward, connecting joining in my heart the real of love.

Unconditional β€” Fiesta Estrellas

Themes of self love emerged throughout my blogging experience the past 11+ years. I accidentally stumbled onto the poem I wrote this morning while I was trying to email subscribe to another blog. I was getting an error message which took me down a rabbit hole which led to me deleting a number of pending requests. The pending requests led to others’ inactive blogs. At the bottom of the well, so to speak, I saw that somehow I was subscribed to my own post, a poem, called, “Unconditional.” This wasn’t my intended reblog post for the day. So I will add it as bonus material. I hope you can find the love in it, for you.

November 17, 2013, Taurus Full Moon, Relationships, Art β€” Fiesta Estrellas (ReBLOGathon_CHEERPEPPERS DAY8)

Image credits:  Candlelight and Wine, by Ralph Hocker, Acrylic β€• 11β€³ x 14β€³ www.sevenlivelyartists.com/hocker.html ARIADNE, VENUS AND BACCHUS BY TINTORETTO (1518-1594) β€œBeautiful colors can be bought in the shops on the Riato, but good drawing can only be bought from the casket of the artist’s talent with patient study and nights without sleep.”   ~ Tintoretto   (such is the […]

November 17, 2013, Taurus Full Moon, Relationships, Art β€” Fiesta Estrellas

This is another earlier blog post of my mine. I reached into my archives where I wrote about astrology; this was before I branched out and wrote poetry, and shared my art, and got more social about my life and my journey. I published a book since I was blogged, yay! I like to blog about ALL THE THINGS! New material is coming in 2023–but right now, this is my blog celebration. I teamed up with Cheer Peppers because I wanted to blog for the whole month with a team. I like to share space with people and I’m so glad that you have decided to read my writing, and truly: I am glad you decided to be part of my world. You matter, and I appreciate you!!! ❀ Please enjoy! Another busy back-to-back day today πŸ™‚ I’ll be around to visit you again very soon!

A little bonus today that I’m excited about is that I linked all my Taurus posts to celebrate this Full Moon Eclipse in Taurus we are currently experiencing.

This first one below—> This was my life-changing Kauai experience when I got my spiritual name Ka Malana. It was a short post. I was very busy experiencing it all. I remember the most beautiful New Moon in Taurus ceremony on the beach… just amazing. The order of the blog posts is from oldest to most recent.

This one I didn’t even get to re-read, but I’m in need of re-reading it, *and* slowing down. Whatever that means! Felicia, our aloe, passed away when we moved South to San Diego…. Felicia never recovered. 😦
Lost the photo on this one that was originally linked. This is the down-side of using the internet to store our memories…
You can really see here where I started to write poetry (in place of astrology?) in addition to astrology πŸ™‚
Click this for the photo–I also have blogged “some” of my photography in the past. Long time readers of this blog will remember my photography periods. I’m not sure why this link isn’t showing a preview picture of my post.
This one isn’t about the moon in Taurus. It’s Sun Conjunct Uranus in Taurus.

I hope you are enjoying this celebration!!

Geminizing something New β€” Fiesta Estrellas (ReBLOGathon Day 6)>>CheerPeppers

perhaps only a butterfly lifting lightly moving slightly, touches the edges of the sea… meeting your pulse ((((((( Once divided, no longer unguided all thoughts provided from duality… ))))))) hearing your song rhymes, rhythmically, rapidly randomly, ripplingly figuratively, linkingly mouth moving, easily… ] hearing your name [ word siblings are scattered in new families created, […]

Geminizing something New β€” Fiesta Estrellas

You have to read my poem at the link above. It turns out it was definitely a foreshadowing. I gave birth to a little Gemini two years later. Well, thanks astrology. πŸ™‚ Happy Peppering πŸ™‚ I will add this to the cauldron of posts I’m stewing here in the month of November.

Golden tongue sounding ocean

It’s time for me to open up my prayer within the word,

the journey with my tongue

into the sound of the ocean spoken

Through my lips, containing the vastness of my heart

You are the unbroken yoke of

My wandering heart

You are the dream where illusions fade into

washes of watercolors that bleed truth upon me until my marigold eyes lie wide open, capturing the sun into the depth of me, rooted

fountaining from me is my singing heart

bright with the depth of night stars, reaching

traveling from the distant inner deep

We are together now in this moment

steeped with hue and ink and dried tears of sparkling gold. I feel crystals in my hands, elegant, solid

You and I are the prayer, together,

ocean, golden, singing, shining

Advice on being a better writer

Hello,

I have zero advice to offer you on this. Still reading? Maybe you can comment in the comment section on what qualities you think good writing has? I’m talking about, asking about, what speaks to your soul, your mind, and your heart?

  • Do you only read on a certain topic of set of topics?
  • Do you like to be inspired, motivated?
    • What motivates you?
  • Must the author have qualifications and expertise?
  • Do you only read from writers who already have a big following?
  • Do you wish to work on your own self-expression?
  • Is it important to you that the author be relatable?
  • Do you want to be able to interact with the author?
  • Poetry: do you respond more to subject matter or voice? Do you expect to be the same or changed by the poem, in some way? What if the poem makes you think? Do you like that or does the challenge feel too uncomfortable for you?
  • What are your own writing goals? Do you have quarterly writing goals?
  • Where do you see yourself going with your audience? How important is your audience to you?

The internet is down

We are managing through the heat wave but the internet is down. My cellular service is providing this little bit of connection. I have really, truly missed WordPress in the last several months while I was less present and more in my β€œlocal” life and goings ons… The community we’ve created is so beautiful. I love how we are all living our own lives, working on our own art, writing, hobbies, freedom and voice. Thank you for being here! πŸ˜ƒ

There are so many of you who I miss, who have not been writing. You are never forgotten.

Mud Dauber Wasp

Today I found a dead mud dauber wasp in my office. I know this is symbol of ” productivity, courage, fertility, taking control, and new beginnings.”1 It’s likely a sign of newer energy for my office and for the people who I work with professionally. Here is a picture of what the mud dauber looks like. What’s most impressive about it is its tiny little stringed waist. They are mostly harmless, and like to eat black widows, which we also do have here geographically. Mud daubers are very industrious.

Mud Dauber Wasp2
Picture from ingeniovirtual

Their homes look like little marvelous clay patterned circle clusters. They feel energetically gentle in nature in comparison to their other wasp cousins. They fly rather slowly. I have enjoyed learning about the mud dauber from several weeks ago when one tried to set up shop in our peephole box. Our house is very old and it has an antique box–no wonder the dauber was attracted to the shiny brass container.

It looks like this:

It’s apparently Victorian– elegant and beautiful, ornate. That particular mud dauber was unsuccessful in building a nest in our peephole box.

There’s another metaphor at work here. I just completed a 3 day intensive (all day) cadaver dissection lab. I will complete my doctorate in acupuncture in December. I have done continuing education credits even before I completed my Masters and was licensed. However, this past weekend, in more ways than one, I was connecting with an ancient practice, sitting on the shoulders of the greats as I walked the path that these others have walked. As I endured the challenges of such work with focus and attention and, most importantly, ethics and respect. I am not an anatomist, but I do follow some of them. The picture below connects to Andreas Vesalius who created many anatomy books. For more information about his work see here: https://www.cam.ac.uk/research/features/andreas-vesalius-1514-1564-and-the-books-that-made-the-father-of-anatomy

From Science to Art and then Back again

The poetry of my life is in my daily experiences. Right now, it is in the form of mud. My poetry is filled with the CLAY of life, but it is still in my heart and not in the written word. Writing feels forced right now, but that doesn’t bother me. I’m doing it anyways. So, it’s not all flow-y but it’s here. I’ll take it!

Although I do practice an ancient medicine. It is very much alive and living. It’s constantly being de-codified and better understood by the leaders and influencers in my field. And as my 42 birthday approaches this weekend, it occurs to me: I’m so glad that I was not born during a medieval time. Even better, I am so glad that I did not GIVE BIRTH in such a medieval time. What’s even better, is that I get to recover some lost knowledge and salvage the scrap-aways and “scraps” of medical history. There I find brass and gold and so many useful things! (more metaphors).

By reclaiming the lost arts and sciences we are better understanding our current era’s medicine and framework. The goal is to work outside of the industry of pharmaceutical society, but also with it. We have to work with what is already here. There are so many possibilities when true health and healing is the endeavor–when enlightenment is the “goal.” I value all the wisdom that came before me. As I skim my 40s, still at the first level, I know my own life is industrious and still filled with fertility, creativity, art and science. I know that I am living the life of my dreams, made of clay, and building with my hands in the clay. The fruits of the labor are still years away, but I can taste many of them now. Birthdays are often about reflection. But they don’t have to be. This one will mostly just be about enjoyment, and as my 3 year old exclaims “What the heck?” She learned it from her friend at preschool with her Brooklyn accent (that’s how I know, plus she said so). “What the heck” is my mantra for “whatever arises.”

Medieval Childbirth3

Happy Birthday to me in the modern era, as a modern woman with a growing list of skills, interests, and talents. Happy Birthday to me as a mother and a wife and a simple doctor. None of what I wrote here is to be construed as medical advice. I don’t use my name on my blog. This blog is only for entertainment purposes. Am I entertaining you yet?

https://www.bl.uk/learning/timeline/large100531.html

Other Sources:

  1. 5 spiritual meanings of wasp (totem & omens). Miller’s Guild. (2022, April 15). Retrieved August 1, 2022, from https://www.millersguild.com/wasp-symbolism/#:~:text=In%20short%2C%20wasps%20symbolize%20productivity,love%20to%20interact%20with%20you!
  2. 2. Blog – what is a Mud Dauber & how worried should I be about them around my houston home? Affordable, Effective Pest Control In DFW, Houston, Austin & San Antonio. (2021, March 9). Retrieved August 1, 2022, from https://romneypestcontrol.com/what-is-a-mud-dauber-how-worried-should-i-be-about-them-around-my-houston-home/
  3. Evans, E. (2022, June 28). The Medieval Childbirth Guide: 6 tips for pregnant mothers in the Middle Ages. HistoryExtra. Retrieved August 1, 2022, from https://www.historyextra.com/period/medieval/middle-ages-childbirth-dangers-mothers-midwives-how-did-medieval-women-give-birth/

Going deep with gratitude

The incredible changes to my life since last year have been so positive; it is wonderfully baffling.

Last year I was struggling with depression because of what felt like a never-ending severe back pain problem. What I did was I put so much energy, effort and investment into my wellness, and it worked! Where I used to have to lay in bed hours a day for physical pain, I’m now able to function normally, since about November of last year. This has been my longest period of living β€˜normally’ again since 2012.

I prayed, worked on myself, did so many therapies like targeted spinal decompression and PRP including additional shamanic work. This was all in addition to the chiropractic and the acupuncture, exercises, stretching and diet changes. It all helped, but now I can even add very wonderful 1 hr cardio great sweating workouts twice a week in addition to my weekly martial arts training with my trainer. On the other days I still make time for working out and meditating.

Now my entire life as a whole is so fulfilling and well rounded. This December I will be graduating with my doctorate degree in Acupuncture. Right now with my Master’s degree and license, I work on athletes at the nearby university. I work with children at the nearby hospital, and I have a private practice with my own office.

This afternoon, I took a good nap, and when I awoke I started reflecting on the work I’ve been doing, the healing, and also the many challenges I have overcome. We live in a new house that I am in love with,too. My energy has expanded so much! What I also do see is that my healing is going to keep going deeper. I am able to work with people so beautifully. I can see how much I help them, and the feedback I get often astonishes me. This is incredibly motivating and rewarding.

At this point in my life, I wonder: what else is possible?! I’ve run out of particular wishes or desires. I have all that I need. I am beyond grateful for this life I get to live, and for being able to get out of that hole I was in while processing all that I needed to process. Spiritual growth is a real thing. These bodies we inhabit can help us transcend the body. Once again, this feels like the beginning of a new chapter in my lifeβ€”into the depth of my core. The power I am generating from my center is a gift that I am motivated to share with others as I continue to expand. My birthday is coming around again in August, and I face it with this deep peace, pleasure, and knowingness. I am settled. I am dynamic, and I am ready for more.

We have family visiting this week, and next month as well. It will be another dynamic time. The excitement and drive I feel to be an ever-increasing positive influence is real.

I know I haven’t been on the blog much. I miss so many of you. But, I do know that this is just a season, and I’m always here. Blogging is not temporary. I love you all so much to connect to you all is such a gift. When I reached out last year, I received so much grace and love from you. You all really helped me get through that challenging time. I want us to stay in touch with each other, here and on your blogs, and continue to be in each others’ lives. Thank you for reading! πŸ’—

Covid is bringing us together

You can focus on political division and human perspective, ideology and personality, or you can focus on the fact that all human experience on the planet is facing a changing, mutating virus (and many of them) which is causing society to adapt.

Regardless of what you think policies ought to be, Covid is changing our daily lives. People out sick, understaffing, and tremendous change is the new storyboard. Shamanically, we are shedding our skins and purging a great deal. We are developing more deeply as a human race. I don’t use the term evolve because it’s a scientific term and it means something differently than the way people colloquially mean it. I have a lot of respect for the scientific process. Science is a verb.

This virus has infected nearly everyone or at some point will; we will overcome it. I do believe we should protect our most vulnerable. I also believe that we can move forward, not focusing on talking heads, but focusing on the fact that a biological mechanism is affecting all of us either directly or indirectly.

I absolutely believe that β€œCovid” is bringing us together, even thought it might not seem like it.