softly drawn is dawn

Opening to green

It’s birthday time.

and, I’ve been lighting candles

with fervor

burning away what is not working

illuminating the path, to show me the way.

in response, perhaps, the years have been softening me

though, I have not directly asked for that ~

showing me, in all my wrongness, there’s one thing I have right:

my love.

my growing capacity to love.

personal love,

impersonal love,

love of thyself

love of the moment

love of fleeting passion present

love that burns through time and space, with such eternity

knowing no end can ever come of it, because it would only do it to itself, and it really wouldn’t, because it’s matured.

This is my communion, my continuity, my flame for this life. This is my time, and this is its purpose.

and, I am so sincerely present.

without a doubt, I’ve never hidden under a basket.

nor behind a cloak.

I have been the bare me all along.

I have born myself of raw flesh and spirals

I have broken skin and wishes and daydreams.

My knees have been skinned on so many near-almosts…

…absolute misses…

while

Going for it, going for it all.

and there is never a guarantee in the program

the program is not built for guarantees. The whole thing is based on risks and risk assessments.

They say that only the courageous or the stupid put it all out there.

how about the one who knows

that there’s nothing else that’s worth it. Holding back is actually the norm.

and the more i can dig in, this year and next year, and maybe more years after that,

the more dirt under my nails, the more fires smoking in my eyes, the more the holy reckoning,

the more moments of absolute REST after the sheer ‘enoughness’ of my irrevocable ALL

I know I’m living.

I’m doing it.

HBD to me.

🎉

and if I should part before too soon

or even near soon at all,

I shall know that what I’ve done here,

is really, really lived.

Home

i want to meet you in the

holy now

.

Rumi and Kabir

arranged their calendars

around the beating heart of time

Kali bespoke the destruction of limitations

.

I wiped my hard drive

tore the clutter from the cloud

and dusted under heaven

.

I dug out all the roots of that invasive

horsetail grass, a true medicine in

other contexts

.

i threw out context

.

i settled on this flower

and that flower,

.

and the flowering of you.

.

just to meet you.

☀️ 🌙

Presence

Venus returns

living without a body

may be the real body

.

actuated/destroyed

.

all is contained in the one,

who is already open

.

unboxed.

eye of ra

crescent moon 🌙

.

goddess’s breath: kinetic

.

shakti-love steers conception,

spinning the multitude of

galaxies sunder —

like cotton candy confections

each one is divided just for you to taste and describe anew.

.

her breath

set into motion,

opens the door.

.

furnishing evidence for creation,

another offer springs up

with fragrant flowers at your feet.

.

step into this ‘other’ dimension

through rebirth,

an unadulterated heaven.

.

the gateway swirls with fortitude

sewn into the fabric of dark matter,

‘behold your sacred name’

.

her galaxy’s rotational curves

are the mere eyelash-bats

of her curiosity,

a nod to wonder in a tryst of passion

.

mind’s vacated,

cavernous function

echoes grace

.

one swing of her stellar tresses

provides the light for an eternity.

.

a blink of quantum

a pinch of akash

sparkling petticoat of richness and splendor

.

her magickal presence expanding,

demonstrating, in full opulence ~

the

.

pure generosity of her touch.

⭐️

The joy of Mercury retrograde in Leo

Let us turn to joy.

Can we be in joy while the whole world is in tumult? Are we allowed?

For some of us, we ache from the insides, deep in our healing—all we’ve been exposed to, all that has dimmed us, our hopes, our hearts’ desires.

But the heart’s energy field is bigger than a brain as HeartMath will tell you, the following about the heart’s field. The energy produced by the heart is more than 100 times greater in strength than the field generated by the brain and can be detected up to 3 feet away from the body, in all directions, using SQUID-based magnetometers (Figure 6.1).

The Heart's Magnetic Field

Figure 6.1 The heart’s magnetic field, which is the strongest rhythmic field produced by the human body, not only envelops every cell of the body, but also extends out in all directions into the space around us. The heart’s magnetic field can be measured several feet away from the body by sensitive magnetometers. Research conducted at HMI suggests the heart’s field is an important carrier of information.*

With Mercury retrograde in Leo it won’t be surprising to get clear on a number of things to review:

*How you put yourself out there

*What you do in life purely for the sake of joy and love

*What is your true need to be seen and heard by others

*Where you’d like to build more courage

I’m no stranger to this Mercury retrograde in Leo. Where Mercury is standing right now, He/She/They/It are directly on my natal Sun. ☀️

That very sun I have “given away” to “other” born in the house of “others.” (7th)

I have memories and contacts to explore. I have new relationships to consider. I get to PLAY with what possible wisdom may come from exploring those areas I need to show up with more courage.

At this point I have so many certifications, so much experience and expertise in a number of different fields that are all similarly related. I started a YouTube channel, and I’m maintaining this blog, my business, my house and plants, and my family.

Another BIG exam is slated for me to demonstrate my expertise in a new, deeper category of my TCM work: skin as an extension of my external medicine work. That exam will be at the tail end of the summer, during the “pause” right before a ton more astrological “action.” This is a category of achievement in my field where few have actually tread. The exam passing rate isn’t so high. That’s not why I’m doing it. I do it for love. Just love. I constantly and consistently invest myself in improving FOR others; to be of service.

But I’m human, and I’m making peace with a lot.

Much walking and physical movement, music, and catharsis decorates my summer Mercury retrograde party 🎈 banners/streamers and they look like balloons 🎈 around healing ❤️‍🩹 AND grieving at the same time.

I think we all know Trauma at this point. It’s become the collective consciousness’s main dialogue! How could it not? How many disasters are we recovering from, losses, interrupts, missed opportunities— at ANY given time?!

So, what can I offer you that has not been offered before? What will really make your heart sing?

Maybe… even just take some time out for some singing 🎶 and dancing. 💃 go outside and scream like a banshee, or if you realistically can’t, do it in a pillow.

No one needs to watch. Your own audience fills your inner world; it’s your shadow. Your shadow is your audience!

So don’t listen to anything that might hold you back from your purest heart’s desire. See what stands the test of time. See what stands the test of “this time.”

Mercury will retrograde from July 17-18 depending on where you live, until August 11/12.

What has been through the fire 🔥 that looks so shiny and sparkling now but has a lot of blood, sweat, and tears 😭 behind it?

You know. You are the one who been through the fire, through hell and back. You know: It’s your capacity to love.

During this Mercury retrograde when things might be better examined, slowed down, face unexpected technical challenges or fight inner demons.

You have a hand-holder, over here, in me. Somethings that REQUIRE courage, and the real movements can sometimes only be BABYSTEPS. I’m your girl. Your cheerleader. 📣

When you face those demons, you are not alone.

By next year I will also be offering my coaching programs and probably a slew of other carefully cultivated offerings. But I’ll still always be here— just like this. And this is MY love. To be here. With You.

*Source:

https://www.heartmath.org/research/science-of-the-heart/energetic-communication/

A luminary

I could say I got caught

in an algorithm

It’s happened to all of us.

One minute a keyword is uttered to a

listening Siri, and the next,

either a target ad or a post with the same

applicable subject

will appear in your

“Feed.”

Just what are you being fed?

Because it better be a mirror to your soul..

I mean, what is the point of your light, if it never reaches out?

Does light sit in the dark?

Hide under a rock?

Or does it yearn to lift the rock from the inside?

Today someone special died. An artist, activist, and a poet. Each day, someone special dies. Many someones.

In their opportunity to share what’s inside them, they spoke of telescopes and friendship. Before they died, they told you about death and joy and grieving, and made it all make sense.

She left this world, today, just shy of her 50th birthday on August 13.

Andrea Gibson

Congealing poem

I dream of Golden winters with sun shining across the cold Frost.

The cold never touches me

The silence claims me

This is my home of now.

She says,”

You are my chosen oasis in the land of crust and crystalline frames

While you were born from molten cosmic processes

You’re set apart, pristine during the heat 

Slipping through dimensions to the time most appropriate to support the balance

You are a force, a fury of nature~ 

Subdued by sheer will and actual karma 

Your boldness: freezing time,

Making your fierce desire a slice of form, manifested.

Liquid chills and stops at its intersection

When you are beyond seasons,

Your will is diamond.

💎 

Sink into Earth with this Taurus New Moon

I have no doubt that my message for today’s New Moon will be aligned with the gardeners and nature lovers. I’ve been reaching out to Luna for the message and she’s been very clear that with the strong energies of Mars/Pluto opposition, all the Aries placements still in effect, and that challenging aspect of Saturn and Venus conjoined with the North Node, we’ve never needed to be sunk in with nature more.

Uranus is also still in Taurus in process of wrapping up its stay. From July 7, 2025 for the next 7 years, Uranus will ingress Gemini and fill the mental plane with communications, logistics, innovations, disruptions, and more. Fortunately Jupiter has been transiting Gemini and paving the way for Uranus, setting up a good vibe. Jupiter is known to be the great benefactor of the zodiac. Next month the Sun will be in Gemini and that will further light up that area of the Zodiac and this will all be in preparation for Uranus to transit there by July.

For now, we have dedicated moments to reflect on this New Moon in Taurus and set our intentions to focus on what grounds us, brings us deeply into ourselves, and most opens us for those unique and intuitive messages from nature and from spirit. It’s essential at this juncture to take a break from media—even just a small sector, or reduce its time.

For your meditations:

Here are some words from Rosemary Gladstar, one of the most renowned Western herbal pioneers,

Take a moment. Open a jar of herbs that perhaps you grew and dried yourself… draw in a long deep breath… and if you pause awhile with the plant, it can carry you forward into the future.

Let the plant speak to you—not with words, but in the way that only plants know how.

Let’s enjoy the ineffable this New Moon in Taurus. Gaze at the stars, sink your feet in the dirt or the sand. Roll down a hill in a meadow, blow off the seeds of a dandelion. Make dandelion wine. I have some tinctures that I am ready to strain, and the birds song has been especially poignant.

Another fitting way to celebrate the phases of the Moon in relationship with the Sun, valuing the cycles that nature gives us— those that repeat—and let us know that we do have a regularity in life, there is consistency, pacing and calm: Celebrate with music, drums, piano, whatever speaks to you. Perhaps you love the sounds of harp, accordion or trumpet. Enjoy the moments of non-verbal, enjoy the spaciousness of sound and sing or imbibe the air and earth with your voice.

I hope this post has stirred some calmness and pleasure within you. Let me know in the comments if this new moon is touching your natal chart and which houses! I’m happy to help with a consult in the future years when I open up more time in my schedule.

For now I will leave you all with some beauties:

My deepest wish is for all beings to experience happiness and be free from suffering. 🙏🏻💕

It’s not an idyllic wish. It’s grounded in a desire for the progress of moving in the that direction, for peace and kindness to flourish in the lives of all. This wish will continue to flourish no matter what circumstances show up or appearances of the world would submit that we are not gonna end up there, well and wise.

None of our Earth journeys are in vain, purposeless or random.

Mitakuye Oyasin

“To All My Relations”

Poem 19 Day 19

The Medicine way

The gift you gave me

as your conduit

fresh fruit

Ready made magic marker

from the invisible pen of the divine

Sparkler

Each soul I serve

Adds light to my footsteps

Traces grace to my smile

So much love

So much peace

Rains down on me

The roots from the ground rise

Up and join thee

Nourish us

You, medicine hands,

Have shown me guidance

Shown me the

limitless source

of blossoming

Humbling me

Bringing me to my knees

In gratitude,

The opportunity

To soul-climb

Ascension, raising vibrations

In all dimensions, no negations

Secret serenade with

Jupiter and Uranus amplifies inventions

With intentions

I let it flow

My voice speak low

Oscillates,

The drum of my belly

The sound descending,

The spirit incarnating,

The Earth reforming,

My lips entraining,

We are re-gaining,

Ground.

Poem 15 Day 15

The portal opens

To a world with tangled branches

Alive and gnarled, character-filled

some would say.

The little man runs and skips

even does back-flips as he dances

And acrobats his way to the bottom of a tree.

At the tree’s bottom a single golden ring lay

it shines so bright he covers his eyes

But the ring is a fairy in disguise

She was at tree’s bottom, root home

In the kitchen when she heard some

Polecats munching

And snickering

She came out to see what is the ruckus

When the little man was among us

And too close a call,

She rolled herself into a tiny, golden ball

That collapsed in the center

She’s lucky she didn’t get a splinter.

She moved so fast and

Sure, he did fall, as he ran toward her

He skidded to a halt

Not knowing what the light was about

He began to shout!

“Ahhh! Unseen realms do not pout!

Show me what you are all about.”

Like that she poofed out of a golden ring

And into a fairy again.

Soon she discovered this man is

Her friend.

She and he

danced around the tree’s roots,

went into the garden

and dug up some chutes

They opened the door to the fairy home

and she said, “Well this place is also good for you, Mr Gnome.”

So “Come on in,

and I’ll write you a poem.”

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 “low hanging fruit” with this “poem.” May your senses be delighted nevertheless!

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 “Ka-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 #5 Day 5

unzip your star

and open up to your light

with the frequency of now,

step into photons anew

as you are able to.

Can you,

pause,

and put your hand to your wrist?

Feel around that palpable twist

to hear your inner drum,

rah-pum, rah-pum-pumm,

eclipse is not so far away

on Monday,

the solar star

is for a moment dark

to reset

your time frames

speak up from your heart-sonnet

listen from your inner ear planes

if you don’t know what to do,

a poem is always true.

Earth alive

worshiping jive

watch the birds

when the sun’s

obscured

listen to the sound of their

curiosity?

wtf happened to the

luminosity?!