Poem 11 Day 11

Receiving the gift

Of waking

Sun rising upon the day

The enchantments of nights still

Linger

The ornaments of dream

slowly fade

My warmth grows from my core

with hope and adoration

But mostly gratitude

For so much suffering averted

For so much pain, already healed

My prayers are always answered

Not in my time, nor in

The specific request

But in the earnestness that flows my heart

and knows my hands

And lives in me

Giving me more insight and awareness day by day

Today, another chance to grow

in awareness,

Another day to see what is already here.

Grateful for this ordinary magic

Too easily missed

Too easily taken for granted

Today another day to mold, carve, and influence my world

With passion, with heart, and with grace

Poem 10 day 10

apples are as delightful as

bananas but no more pleasant and surprisingly tart as

cranberries in salad or with oranges. Dragon fruit is good or

Dill pickles accent your sandwich for lunch but for dinner

Eggplant with ricotta and Mariana sauce

Fudge from the boardwalk completes your

satisfaction. Tomorrow we have

Gnocchi

Haricot verts and for dessert homemade

Ice cream

The days fly by with

Jicama chips

Kale chips

Lasagnas

Mandarins, Meringue, and Macaroons

If you are feeling flowers,

Nasturtium makes an orange delight satisfying eyes and stomach

Oatmeal, oatmilk, oatmeal cookies are all good in the morning

Plus plums, porridge, pineapples, papaya

Queijadinha (coconut and cheese tart)

Raspberries, Rhubarb

Strawberries

Too much! (toffee)

Ube is the best though coupled with

Vanilla

Waffles

Xoconostle

Yogurt

and

Zucchini bread

***Caught up on some extra sleep but still need more, last day of my 5 day clinic series where I am working on facial rejuvenation acupuncture with ancillaries. I’m exhausted though. I reached for β€œlow hanging fruit” with this β€œpoem.” May your senses be delighted nevertheless!

Poem 9 Day 9

From her kitchen window

we watched the wind

Animate a wind sock

That told us when

It would rain

The kitchen door had a special

sound when it closed,

it sounded like a

bell, a jingle.

Because she cleverly

rigged it up.

Hot espresso on a cold winter

day, with honeyed spoons

spinning and twirling

My chair next to the radiator,

and the tomato sauce on my

plate ready for scooping

with warm bread.

Poem 8 Day 8

verdancy,

fresh tendrils,

spiral spun.

jewel of the woods

flourishing’s begun.

The slow twist of the mist

from rainforest’s rug,

where vines like anchors

can swing and tug,

from delirious duff

to dizzy canopy

airy soars,

treetop balcony.

air so dense and

wafting streams,

leaf cutters crawling

among sunbeams.

nightime jaguar

onyx-blue flickering

stalking past trees,

she’s writing the

rainforest’s grimoire.

Poem 7 Day 7

The morning

Is richer when

coffee is brewing

and the steam is

mixing with the

frosty windows

A little voice opens

the cash register β€œKa-ching”

sells you a turtle from

your living room

and bonus surprise is

It’s a turtle baby inside

You give her cash but

she says her shop is free

and so you insist, I better pay

thee

How else is a shop gonna be?

The morning is yawning

with crusty eyes

that coffee doesn’t fix

tired sighs

but on a warm wash cloth

one relies

Good morning loves

the day’s a dove

cooing in the warmth,

apricity

winter lingers longer

making bird song

stronger,

Coffee. Water. Warmer,

Cinnamon for sure.

I’m hoping that the spacing turns out better than it did with my last post. I have written the poem in notepad and copy and pasted here. That changes the layout.

Poem 4 day 4

What does it mean

to ask?

For more time,

more presence

being held when sad

Can you please

hold a space for me?

In your heart

while I am struggling?

Can you please

offer your support while

I am trying to make a living?

What about him and her

who have no home?

what about that life inside them?

Do you really believe they did

not try?

to ask, to find a way,

to be listened to?

They say a friend in need is

A friend indeed,

but I see a lot of

loneliness,

a lot are penniless.

Having no pennies is not as

bad as having no home,

no belonging dwelling

How do we ask for help,

when even if we get the courage

~which is hard enough~

no one hears

and no one sees?

They remain unstirred

while we beg on our knees

mental illness on the rise

the genetic framework is the disguise

our society needs

a community

our economy needs

more unity.

How can we become a better people?

How can we ask: Collective please πŸ™πŸΌ

Please bring us sanity, compassion, and humanity?

πŸ™πŸΌπŸ’›

Will you join to support me?

Poem #3 Day 3

You are born from,

And live in, abundance

Your heart’s beating

does not require

Your thoughts

Your happiness

Your emotions

You live with a ticking. A Regular gift.

That helps your lungs join with the wind

That helps your mouth merge with the plants,

receive water through your

cupped hands

Your body is alive

Without your mind to govern it

only brain 🧠 and

body as one harmony

in call and response

In ups and downs

walking left, right, left

talking , opening and closing

breathing in, and breathing out

jumping

What a gift it is

to seek out another day’s senses,

events, sunstreams, roses

coffeetalk

How will the sunset look tonight?

How will your belly feel from your

nourishment?

How warm is your blanket,

how cool is your sheet?

Drifting now,

Drifting deep, into the clouds

deep into the woods

what shapes do you seek?

what shadows on the wall?

Abundant, malleable, earthy life

Transform it with your thoughts

Transform it with your might

Open and close your hands

A baby learns to clap

One more step

One more lap

Old and new, and new again

Walk this road

go around this bend

You are born from oceans

resplendent with fish

and starlight-reflecting

whale’s song, whale’s wish

a ginormous beating heart

Abundant β€”

in the matrix,

from the start

Poem #2 Challenge Day 2

My Body is a poem, a place, a magic

I want to be everywhere

but my space is mostly packed-in

here

San Diego’s blood vessels

San Diego’s bone

maintains my home

with lite neurochemistry

density does appear

sparks within me

ligaments and teeth anchor me

strapping together my earthen loam

calcium channels help me roam

with acetylcholine, fascia

Piezoelectric-nourished dome

my ocean-heart pumps life in aquamarine

I sailed here first with my mind, never seen

almost everywere I dream

becomes true

true-blue, with

Faith.

A magical carpet ride through the fabric

of space

and time

allowing for rhyme

allowing for choice,

This voice

and most of all, more dreams take place:

Here.

Now.

San Diego’s air.

Shutterstock first published in Patch, β€œSan Diego is among Healthiest of Cities in U.S.”

Poetry challenge #1

I stretch my leg from left to right

Make sure each set of toes are in sight

I reach to the right. I reach to the left.

Past each shin, beyond its crest

I reach my hands out,

loosen grip, within without

Bring my hair down;

Nose to my knees,

falling gradually,

straightening my crown

Bowing down to the roots of trees

Next I try to occupy the space of a split

still out of reach, I admit

Getting closer to the floor

Trialing each maneuver with my core

Breathing through each pore…

This is my first poetry day 1, for 30 poems in 30 days: one poem per day. I used the prompt β€œout of reach.” Using prompts to write anything is new to me. I think I tried once with a short story. So I am literally stretching myself. So how perfect for this to be my first poem! I hope to make it back tomorrow, and the day after that, and after that….

Happy writing!

P.S. Happy Mercury Retrograde! 🌟⭐️🌟

Entirety

The entirety of who I Am

Is wrapped up and co-mingling

with

who

You Are

We are connected anciently, dynamically

Metaphysically

the oneness of us is a snug

sung hug

Like an iceberg, but warm

melted but firm

Like submerged and unformed

But solid and chosen

Joined and intentional

There is a peeking, glimmering opening

To US

I can see it in my mind’s eye, glinting

I can hear through whispers, shivering

Our nature is rupturing in unbroken rebreaking, thread-bearing openness

I can see the strings where we are joined

turn golden

as the sunlight rises upon our fractures

illuminating our contours

I can smooth your edges with you

As you smooth mine.

We can weave together in a new way

as we recognize our separation together with our wholeness intact and replete

overflowing into new dimensional awareness

We are never not.

We did not ever,

never exist

.

Thunderous tears

water falls from the sky

tired of holding back,

release me from this cloud.

she snakes onto the ground

finding surfaces that take her downhill

slipping at moments, running fast

she gets stuck along the way;

pooled up, tears surround her.

the ground gets so heavy; it’s so wet.

how can she hold back anymore?

there’s no where to go..

she’s the farthest downhill she can go

she’s at the bottom.

The bottom’s bottom.

Building the new structures

Ka Malana Photography 2024

Hello loves and friends,

Construction 🚧 and art πŸ–ΌοΈ, design and building. Here we make things from the β€œbrick and mortar” of our imaginations. Putting out fires πŸ”₯ and riding on trains. The city is always bustling just like the movement in our brains.

If you are new to my blog you will find many different displays. What I do know is that you will not be dismayed. Creativity is fuel for the soul!

This space is being constructed as we think and speak! πŸ—£οΈ Come, come, and join us!

A wonder; those letters

This is more of a β€œcoffee chat” blog post. Although I have not tried to write in that style per se. There’s a blog share that I often read with the topic of the β€œcoffee chat” but I’ve never tracked back to who hosts it. Well, it’s not the time to do that now because I’m just flowing…

Tonight it occurred to me that I have a pile of letters that I wrote to my grandmother while I was growing up. In 2020 when she passed away at the age of 99, and maybe a year later, I received the letters back.

I put them inside of a drawer without a deeper thought than, β€œwoah” as I bumped up against versions of my former self I wasn’t quite ready to visit, yet.

When the time is right, I’ll know. But it’s been at least over a year since I actually put the letters away in a drawer. Those juicy memories might all come flooding back. There might be uncomfortable memories…too…

And, then, there’s gonna be just a lot of emotions. So I am on β€˜pause’ with it.

Has this ever happened to any of you? It feels like a treat, or a special pastry I’ll be able to enjoy at some point in my future once I get over whatever fears of triggered memories might be insideβ€”or maybe just missing her and the past, and getting those strange glimpses into the past through a time capsule I hadn’t planned on stowing away for later opening? Sigh. When the time is right.

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Dive right in! Ka Malana Photography 2024
β€œRetro” Ka Malana Photography 2024

Astrological pairing:

Universal: Mercury (planet of communication) stationing Direct

Personal: Mercury is Stationing Direct in my 1st house (4 house from my 10th house β€”father’s mother), conjoining my natal Neptune, which is currently still transiting my 1st house (which relates back to paternal grandmother). The fact that it’s in Pisces ♓️ shares a little bit about dreams and ideals, and maybe I just convinced myself to get to reading those letters sooner than later. Or start with one a week or something, so I don’t get overwhelmed (Pisces). Natal Neptune is in Sagittarius, so it’s likely I will be inspired by the letters and the topic will probably be about traveling the most of all.

even angels cannot weep

Flames πŸ”₯ Finding Flight, Ka Art
Solstice tree Ka Malana Photography
Is that thread a tear? Ka Malana Photography

melted dark chocolate

hand-drizzled on a candy cane

positioned on a graham cracker stick

for dream walking

hats off to the warm gingerbread baking in the oven

while we lick the frosting freshly made

messed about on our fingers, spreading icing

with songβ€˜s flav

hearth lit πŸ”₯ and cocoa steaming in the kettle.

hanging with that marshmallow snow outside

is the song 🎡 of the seasons lingering in the air from the records revolutions

adding to the momentum like floating clouds

the smell of pine needles and the early setting sun glowing up on the rafters

I will see the stars tonight, on this long night of 14 hrs.

butterscotch nightcap and the old Sprites

yen for more blackberry honey mead

one more toast to the night in radiant jubilation

for the

the gift of the sight,

its rising nature

the way the sun, love, air, heat, & ascension

are always lifting up.

chimes of the clock mark my optimism

for even at midnight both arms point high.

Remixed rainbow

rainbow colors are

mixed differently

half drawn

into a sketch

stretched onto a surface of

fitting in, trying, that is

room for everything

tangled by

the light in the center

with strings

horizons multiply

and the thick scent of vapor

freshens the tablet

we all have eyes

seeing out, seeing in

everywhere is news ,

events

then there is just sitting

and smiling

sitting in the center of a mess

satisfied by

by the sketch in progress

never done

not worrying about how to

tie it in a bow,

story-coat it.