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¿Porque? CodeSwitch: Fires from mi Corazon

What good are our words sitting on a bookshelf collecting dust? We must pick them up with fire before they burn for in the pages of our story a hidden jewel may be revealed. Our palabra like alchemy turns lead into gold.

 

The culmination of years of keeping journals & writing everything down. The whole time creating a tejido of experience to be womyn, of mixed descent (Mexican & Salvadorean), born in a land of opportunity, city of angels, catholic school upbringing, macho men rearing makes for a fiery feminist being. Cycles of anger, love, revolution, & evolution like the medicine wheel spinning, contain 4 chambers with 18 beats = 72 beats per minute like our CORAZON. Heartbeating, words bleeding, codeswitching porque tu y yo somos what dreams are made of...

 

The thoughts have to flow somewhere. These pages just happened to be there to absorb the healing. Write all day & all night, months & years & tears, laughter & rain, sunshine & pain, we are open books waiting to be read. Read me again until I fail to make sense until you begin to write you because I’m addicted to stories. Especially, untold mysteries the way your eyes reflect herstory/history, ancient tales told daily, unravel pages this is necessary. You are ready, I AM here to listen.

Color me with words Corazon

Oh my, new month & new moon = new intentions. As the days get colder and the nights get longer I find myself ready to immerse with coffee in hand in the world of publishing. Self publishing that is because like most of my life everything is DIY. I have always written words but never called myself a writer until most recently when I decided to share these words with the world. In the fine details of this journey it seems I may also be a poet. Now that word right there seemed daunting to me at first. It feels so epic & filled with promise & I have felt myself as many things but this title feels like a deep sense of responsibility. A poet paints the world around us with their words, foretells of tragedy, and sings of love. I stumbled on this by synchronastic dreams. Something far beyond my control yet filled with an inertia I cannot contain. Now who wants to read another book of poems besides me?! You do. Everytime we pick up a book and open a page it reminds us of our story. The fact that we all have one to share no matter how beautiful or painful it may seem. If we can connect to each other through language & symbols, then we can inspire each other to dream outside of the box. We realize we are not alone in our search for self, meaning, or experience. We are poetic strings playing a harmonious tune. We are reflections of each other. Whether we dream in color or black & white, whether we speak one language or many, whether we live near or far there is a universal code we speak. It is my hope that you can find it in the pages of my book. CODESWITCH: fires from mi corazon. Coming soon...

Fall into Sapphire Skies

September brings Virgo babies, sixth sign spirits, & perfection seeking servers . It brings scarves & sweaters & spiced soy lattes. The falling of leaves & fragrance of musk cradle me this time of year as they have for every year I've taken around the sun. Stepping into my story every chance I get means saying yes to life. The more I open up to the universe the more it pours toward me. Struggling with ideas of staying behind the scenes & reaching for the stars there is a balance.  Striving for harmonious step between manifesting great material things & grounding my spirit self is a sweet dance. A soaring flight of modern mystic. A simple portrait of wounded healer. A stunning sunrise of myself. Silent meditation & 34 years of solar cycles bring me to the here & now. Swiftly, communicating with the world around me carrying frequencies of messenger colors that run through my name Keeper of the Rainbow. Strong inner eyes & violet flowers that engage my sixth chakra. It seems I'm here to deliver a message to the world. Stay tuned, we will find out what it is.  

Autonomy in August

enlace zapatista

There is something to be said about being at the right place at the right time or in the left of it all.  There is something to be felt in moments like this when the universe orchestrates whole movements around important movements and lets you in on the dance of this spiral. Como el Caracol spinning around like sacred geometry there are lessons in all places and students in all spaces and teachers in everyone. We are all connected across the globe by webs seen and unseen. We are reflections and echoes of each other. Things flow forth and events were set in motion when our brothers and sisters down south sent out an invite to the world to join them for the Escuelitas. I being mother of 3 graceful beings and wife of a resolute man have to delay my travels to distant lands for the time being. Yet life has other plans. When I embarked on this class it was with great anticipation and enthusiasm. It was a breath of the ideals I carry embedded in me since or before this lifetime. Rainbow warrior energy in me that seeks to learn from those who hold our mother earth dear to their corazon. Seeking engagement with those who carry the fire within to bring forth justice and freedom. I arrive at the Escuelitas via tech world and find myself so immersed in the words but even more than the palabra, the presence of a life lived with full motive and conviction in the belief that a better world is possible. The knowing that we are creating this autonomous world with each other one dream at a time. The blessing of finding others like myself who yearn for this rememberance of self and each other. We are earthkeepers who are rising up everywhere and who defend our journey and our mother earth with mad love and respect. 

 

 

 

 

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The longest day of the year coupled with the shortest night makes for an interesting dream state. Creative fires burning in the early hours of the dawn & energy that will carry us thru the summer heat. There is a bounce to life now & an excuse to throw caution to the wind. Passion like sunflowers blooming & water elements at play invite us to step into our waking dream. So much change in the world that surrounds us sometimes all we want to do is forget about the state of affairs & dance. Summertime gives us persmission to let go, unwind, sit outdoors & inhale the sky. Really life should always be like this full of abandon & reckless days. It is there where we fall into the joy of our true selves, where we can step into imagination, & where the impossible filters thru. Let us take this momentum to bring our dreams from the night to the light. Summer Solstice Blessings for you & yours!

Fueling Feminine Fires

You are either born a feminist or become one

dedicated to my daughters & son

You either fight repression

or become part of the problem

You stand up for womyns issues

& work to solve them

You give voice to your Sisters

& learn to love them

You stop explotation

& start to empower femme

You question patriarchy

& create feminine stems

You reject mysogeny 

or unconsciously flame it

You give up stereotypes

& claim natural beauty

You uplift the female

everytime you embrace her

You came from a mujer

& this is a blessing

You respect yourself

& the rest will follow

You remember your divine

& the goddess is everyone

You are a feminist or become one

& raise fist in the air for generations to come

Print by Melanie Cervantes

a la dead poets society

There is a perfection & beauty & life shattering thing about finding the right words especially when it comes to love or anger or a pure moment of extacy.  The thoughts floating & drifting & repeating & surfacing whether sung or written or spoken. The gift of using this code that we've created that creates us. The words deliver emotions from us like liquid color bursting onto life. The gift or the curse that cures us & helps us relate & communicate one with the other in whispers or in shouts. The words that come at inopportune times or sychronistically flow from one to the next. These frequencies & symbols that conjure up ideas or paint memory. The words that invoke wishes & regrets & all the rest. They stream forth creating life with alternatives & purpose that can come from somewhere, anywhere & from someone like you or me.

Guerilla Gardening Germinates

Green Space is like alchemists gold. Mother nature wants to bold. The sprouting of seeds like dreams breathing is necessary to life. Damn important I know because in a city of concrete reality every little leaf counts. I invite you to step outside & throw some seeds into the ground wherever you may find yourself. One will take bloom & you will have participated in absolute magic. Say no to GMO and grow your own. Say yes to LIFE and cultivate beauty. Plant, water, & step aside, no experience necessary the sun will rise to the occasion.

Close my eyes to a reflection of trees

grounded energy pouring into me

pure green majestic anarchy

grow wild & free

grow tall & see

grow roots & be

Recycle

Upcycle

Break the cycle

plant seeds 

water them

guerilla gardening

revolutionary landscaping

urban farms & sidewalks sprouting

hello, I love you

Love is overrated. I want to be sedated. Heartbreak & heart beating the moment is fleeting. Lust is also a four letter word. Listen to me relationship in 3D is always harder than fairytales. Never neverland is only for pirates, lost boys, & girl storytellers. The hidden kiss is the best one of all. Is there a better way to fall? Tumbling towards feelings things are never as they seem. So be ready to risk yourself & enjoy the journey between the inbetween. Close your eyes & listen to the song, when you follow your heart there is no right or wrong. LA LA Love You...