Mars Energy Meets Venus

Heavy-handed force pushes, weighs down upon the unsuspecting energies.  Beneath the crushing  words, nothing remained whole, let alone intact.  Pieces, veered off, hanging suspended and at odds from their wholeness, readied for the next moment to direct their spin—no longer at peace or a part of the whole that once sustained them, but now mere fractions where dissonant energy frazzled and fizzled and where harmony of wholeness ached in the smashing and splintering.

The dominance coming from the controlling force knows only the action of control and its power—with little capacity to refrain from its destructive blow.  Nothing can withstand it.  

Kat

10 November 2015

Caffeine Withdrawal

There must be a place to land—where ease and comfort exist and flourish, in spite of life’s ups and downs.  Those spiny light-formed edges, squiggles and angles that afford but momentary reprieve when what is being sought is deep warmth and comfort. 

Clashing intentions, clanging high-pitched and angular-filled stomachs--hearts and minds with dissonance and fear, deeply and solidly.  It is well understood that being caught in such a state of mind and heart, risk is required—to alter, to move through and beyond—into the radiance of joy, love and calm—to the center—the center of oneself, where connection and peacefulness, radiates.

Always possible, always there for anyone who risks to leave that place of angulations, sharpness and dis-integration.  Always at odds, always possible, center, unification and calmness, beckon.  And we respond with our ability to risk—each and every time we find ourselves outside that place of joy.

Kat

9 November 2015

Attractions

Drawn closely, with curiosity and intensity, distilling within brain cells and heart-centered neurons, the essence of that which powers forward as a train on its unending tracks through uncharted forested land, up impossibly steep mountain slopes and across immensely wild rivers.

Unstoppable in the draw of natural forces rendering reason mute-- sharpening receptors to their finest posture of perception—antennas, shooting like stars into the ethers—hungering for more connection to the thread-like energy tugging as a scent or waft of familial memory that captures hold and draws in, forcing breath away, causing pause before searching for more.

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It is that first connection—infant babe, blind and wholly intuitive, seeking breast, heart- beat and warmth once expelled from a warm womb.  That long life, long journey, now to become one’s own--the care, love and understanding of nurturance in those moments, hours, weeks and early years.

It is about that attraction—the compatibility and sense of responsibility and capacity of the mother, that is the send-off for the rest of one’s life-- for the ease or dis-ease, the peacefulness or angst, the love or sorrow, the security or vulnerability, the certainty or doubt, the successes or failures, trust or fear--these dualities in which we ebb and flow, wax and wane, crescendo and decrescendo--the way in which all life grows, matures and ultimately expires—and in which choice matters in each and every abstraction distilled and picked among dualities, unavoidably so. 

Kat

26 October 2015

learning and loving

a word, in a moment

at an end of an evening

one weekend near Halloween, and

 its waning moon.

two years of a pattern—

close, then far apart, and

back again, and again, and

again.

bodies, hearts in love and desire

then pain from withdrawal—

smarting, sorrow, sadness, and

grief.

a culmination of growth and gain

the many dimensions of love--

learning to open, look deeply, and

accept and love deeper.

a word was in the end, the ending

a man declaring it so--

vile, unloving, certainly so, and

correctly in his eyes.

a woman’s love and credibility, held

captive

in his eyes, holding only his truth--

a word, held sacredly in hers, violating their love.

a word spoken with love opened hearts, and eyes

more words, flowing over tongues through lips

feelings flooding and filling to over-flowing

words with love and breath drawing lovers closer.

understanding the depth of this sacredness—

their gift of relationship

growing up, growing more awakened, and

growing more in love.

Kat

14 November 2015