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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Thanksgiving in so many forms

It’s Thanksgiving here in the U.S., and throughout the years, for personal family reasons, it’s been a challenging time. We lost a precious family member on Thanksgiving day many years ago, and it’s affected everything.

The meaning of gratitude is constantly reviewed, and today, I found myself wanting to visit a special place where I took refuge when I discovered that my young friend had died, the end of October a couple of years ago, and I wanted to connect with her.

I had spent one Thanksgiving with her family and I am thinking of them now, as I know how much they miss my friend.

I feel her spirit now, and I am very familiar with the winds of change. I am counting all my blessings, all the wonderful people in my life, and I am always thinking of those who maybe want to feel a little less alone.

I’ve been posting here daily for the whole month of November and will continue until the 30th. Wishing everyone a sense of peace and a deep feeling of safety and connection with their loved ones, and if your loved ones have crossed over, know that they love you and are always by your side.

Many blessings! Thank you all so so much!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

 

Being one with nature

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I want to dance like that,
wild and free,
turn on my heels – spin
on the axis of joy.

I want to dissolve into
mountain flowers and disappear
into the wheat field without a
whisper.

I want to wake up when the
wind lifts, and merge my face
into the soft sun
while the seasons turn tides,
and space is infinitely infinite.

I want to breath so deeply
that my breath sinks far
into the soil, beyond the
earth worms, and down
around the core of the earth.

Ka Malana ©2017
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