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Sunday, February 28, 2010

Sharing The LOVE














What would life seem to be

if not

hearts sharing unconditionally?




Where would we end up

if not

with heart open and lips shut?















Who would ever know us

if not

for personal faith and trust?



Why wait for anyone else

if not

love first with our own self?















How can a hurting world heal

if not

by beginning to become real?



When will your heart follow?

If not

today, there is no tomorrow!



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Saturday, February 27, 2010

All Dressed Up and Someplace To Go ...














I have been awake almost all night; watching 3 wonderfully heart-warming comedies. With enough shared joy and  laughter to lift even the wearest spirits; dolled up and ready to visit Safeway at Oakridge mall, to purchase fresh organi carrots, Gala apples, and  joyfully receive the kindest surprise of fresh multi-hued roses from my thoughftul son who has just borrowed money to buy a gift for his grateful Mommy.

Greg has driven his newly purchased, pretty red truck into town, to find the perfect parking spot outside our two storey walk-up. Sleep deprived Momma and beautiful boy, sorely in need of a new pair of jeans and a runners;  are being treated to a visit to Zellers, to find it has closed early. Always eager to lose ourselves in the local video store, we find 4 movies to spend hours of complete mindlessness over. Glad to see our treasured friend who accepts us for who we are and escapes the confines of his own life to enjoy some time in ours. All is well in a world we must all choose to make our magical own.















So excited am I to simply be taken out and showered with a few gifts. No wonder I have been plucking my hair for 1 3/4 years, not that I have been counting - hairs or maddening months. I have felt so alone, raising my wonderful boy, as he grows into a real man. Growing pains for both of us .. set within the far from wondrous frame-work of a pained world that forgets to reach out and touch another with human kindness and unconditional love. It takes to little to give so much.















I look upon my face and I feel as if I have had the longest and most leisurely sleep, rather than the very few morning hours of rest I managed to muster. Happy to relax. Knowing that thanks to Greg's generosity, I have the remainder of the rent and don't have to even consider 'lowering the bar,' in terms of bringing in much needed monies, all too many of us, often-times, sell our saddened souls for. As of now, I am feeling myself to be a woman of endless  means; who has the whole world beckoning to her  ... Anything is possible when we allow another to bandage a wound or allow a simple gesture that can heal a million unhappy lifetimes and bring in one more beautiful lifeline!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwomanc.om/

Friday, February 26, 2010

Estrogen is Sexy


As a 50 year young aging bombshell, I have recently heard from another single mother friend; a few years more chronically mature ... "Estrogen is Sexy." I absolutely adore this new quotable. For, if this gorgeous girly horome, males are so prone to literally hunt down ...  apparently becomes depleted in woman, as they age, is not already famous, then, by the time I get through with one quietly demure first-runner up, she shall definately be heard and seen.

Is this why at 50, I am really not that much 'into men' or little boys, for that matter? And, I  rarely fantasize about any victorious visitors coming inside ... to play. Well, maybe sometimes ... Is it really my hormones that control me, or do I manage them? Maybe I could easily handle it all from my portable one woman office; my cell? Could I program my estrogent to flow according to plan, sending off the sweet aroma of my fabulour phermones? Can desirous males still 'smell me coming?' or do men just want anyone at any given time at their disposal? Most testosterone carriers, I mean.

My good looking Japanese landlord, whom lives next door, when he isn't living at his posh marble-floored Kits address, once told me that he goes to the gym for his hormones. I have always wondered what this meant. Does he mean that he feels better with a little dopamine to relax him, as he collects all the rent money? Or, does he simply enjoy the jolt of a joyous endorphin-high, keeping mind and body more in beautiful balance? Does this somehow conclude, as to why, last month, Mr. Sexy middle-aged Japanese-style man, offered: "I care about you. I really care about you?" Did he put something in his store-bought gatorade or was he simply relishing  the lingering lusciousness of my depleting estrogen?

I would like to begin studying my hormones. Is there some sort of an imbalance of progesterone and estrogen, causing me stare into the poorly lit bathroom mirror and swear I see one more white hair? Good thing I am a natural sunshine-golden blond. I will never go grey. Although, I am begining to wonder ... a little too much for my liking or licking. No, I actually have checked downstairs in the vacant mini-guest room, and all gold is of shining copper, curled up and resting. Someday, I will surely place an "occupied" sign in the enchanted entrance way. For now, maybe some missing hormones, have found themselves lost and needed to brought back to life and love.

Funny, how a 48 year old virgin male that I honestly do know; obviously 'not that well', clocked my monthly menses for the proceeding 5 years, and that was in 2001. Always concerned before a sexy photo shoot, that I might be bleeding all over his lustful lens. Did he think I would remind him of the virgin he still is or was it the carrying of too many tons of tampons home for his mother and sister that caused him the utmost of mensiacal concern? Yes, that is a word, as of now! So, get used to it. Just like discussing female hormones in cyberspace. Kinda fills up the cold emptiness of an emotional undercharged void, don't you agree?


I know a 63 year old woman, who claims she is not a dominitreux and excuses her permissive sexual antics, admitting only that she was "vulnerable" in her 40's and 50's, causing her to sleep and a few 'other things' with a couple of lesbians and to dominate men for money and free of charge. She said she was simply "nurturing" these males who"s heads she stroked while they lay upon her lovely lap. Anyway, the most fascinating part is that this very fit and youthful dyed plantinum blond, pretty and playful, recently shared with me that she still has her period. I am told that it is all the roller-blading and jogging around the seawall, on a daily basis, that keeps her heart pumping and her blood flowing ... This ageless wonder could be bloody well right?

Do you know that some people are quite taken aback when I mention, as I have; while serenely sweating in the sauna, last week, that I still bleed? It was a middle0-aged male, who will most possibly continue to produce sperm and make babies until he is 103 that showed his shock, that evening. Everyone knows that if I guy gets a finger up his prostate, and many do like it ... and he checks out fine, he is virually free to  play around for a milleniui. Yet, why don't more boys know enough to be a real man and understand that some females such as me, can begin bleeding later at 17 1/2,  and as did my 95 year old aunt who no longer wears a Kotex pad and not even a Depends, to  remain int he foruituous flow ... Forever. Well, almost.

Somtimes I like to ruminate on giving birth to another child. Even though it woudl most probably be wise to begin with finding the close to perfect male partner, first ... I travel to all these timeless places of purity and preciousness, tenderly touching  my gentle fingers upon the crown of the babies soft spot. Then, my left brain takes over and I start to tabulate that by the time this 2nd baby reaches puberty, where the testosterone-propelled first one is right now, I could be well beyond a mid-life crisis, into major men-a-pause, and  may have already unmercilessly endured a complete meltdown of all juicy bodily juices.  Fallingl through the rarified roof with my gravified 36DD's, which I have heard, don' t always 'grow on you', after a few too many decades of self-deceit, even with lifting weights for my pectoral region, since I was 19. What makes it all the breast and better, is that one of my many x's, this one from my early twenties telling me, that I once  had a glorious set of gorgeouly hardened soft balls for boobies. Of course, never contemplating any of my much taken advantage of ... and for granted body parts would even hope to despicably deliver unto ... anywhere else!

So, how much of this is about hormones? I know that my son's 'distant Daddy', as I so kindly refer to him, and I, used to joke about a book we were going to write: "Raging Hormones". I was pregnant. So what if he was lying, stealing and cheating, with a nice slap and kick thrown in for good and manly measure ... We were having a baby, together. I was doing all the work and he was snorting cocaine until 8 months pregnant, when I finally let him back in ... Knock. Knock. What is a big adult-sized pain in the tight, toned ass and the prettiest pound in the belly, when you are expecting only the best, have done your reading, watched your mom raise 5 kids, and still remember Carol Burnette's classic comedic comeback line, concerning pregnancy: "Sure, having a baby is a cinch. Just pull your lower lip up over your head ...".


Well, my homeschooling 13 year young son, who came out of the cabbage patch a mere and magical "11 days late" and spent over 1 1/2 hrs checking out his very own cozy birth cannal, before narrowly escaping,  barely covered in nary a spot of vernix, and starving to latch onto some real H CUP booby,, beckons me to watch one more comedy, on our new big screen. Could be a real scream ... Hope you have enjoyed my thoughts on a few subjects, including these hormones of magical mine that I really do not understand, merely live with and appreciate as I best know how. Guess I shall soon do some intense research on this aging bombshell temple of mine. Who knows, maybe the books and internet will tell me something that I don't know. Possibly how to refrigerate, for posterity, my "old eggs" as my lesbian-in-the-closet doctor told me, before she was diagnosed with terminal cancer, surely for living her own loveless lie. Guess I will check my hormones at the bedroom door before I laugh in the face of chronological adversity, and have a good cry over life and milk that never has to be spilled, because it is is still mine own to supply on demand, should I ever put in a heavenly request, at breast!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Single Mothers Know Best




















Do you know how many children are taken from their nest

teaching our own that it is not their mothers whom know best?


Do you know that Vancouver lawyers on legal - aid are paid

big dollars to bring welfare moms into court; so very afraid?


Do you know that delinquent Daddy can have his X's child taken

cowardly anonymous slander left with MCFD; fear to awaken?


Do you know a crazed citizen can complain over and over, again

leaving one more accused Mother with a life of unrequited pain?


Do you know that most families may never recover their freedom

 clinging to one another as they are chased and remain on the run?


Do you know that nightmares do not leave if your child comes back

to a space never the same and insane heads filled with others crap?


Do you know that when a child is separated from his own Mom

the one you are hurting most is the heart of that innocent one?


Do you know that no one should ever leave the womb until ready

to walk away on their own two feet; planted firm and ever steady?


Do you know that there is a cess-pool ministry workers fish from

harvesting young flesh; tendering legal cash to launder and  run?


Do you know that single mothers are the growing top of the heap

simply because they are easy targets; gag-ordered not to speak?


Do you know that you make yourself vulnerable when you love

enough to bring in a government that fears you enough to shove?


Do you know that I personally know 4 of us who have lost a son

one taken at the age of 2, for 4 years; until in court, she finally won


Do you know many women never live to see their child returned

to a home forgotten and trust between mother and son un-learned


Do you know that lies are the unethical code of  conduct permitted

when stealing young hearts away; heartless sins legally committed?


Do you know that millions are made when profesionals are hired

in the apprehension of innocence  that need never have expired?


Do you know that fear lives inside of those offered broken homes

smiles stripped from fearful faces; merely skin hanging from bones?


Do you know I am putting together a class action suit for closure

on a sordid B.C. money scam that sorely needs some media exposure?


Do you know that I have learned to  kiss bureacratic pimply ass

take down half my webite as ordered; steaming hot potato to pass


Do you know that you can learn from injustice and hold tight

remembering that it is his life and your job to continue to fight!


Do you know that I try and pretend peace and quiet will fix it all

aware that the monster that feeds inside is growing big and tall?


Do you know that I have been shown how powerful I truly am

only going to prove that in winning this worldly war; I CAN!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.


Dear Jeanne,

I wrote this for you!


P.P.S.

Yes, I shall pull out my old and battered copy of Clarissa Picolla-Estes: "Women Who Run With The Wolves", that my son and I used to once upon a fairy-tale time, read before blessed bed.

Re-capturing the Wild Woman who has been stuck down by her unconscious community and countless jealous many ...  who are nothing they need to be for themselves.

Even more reason to be 'there' for me and mine!

How We Can Help Our Sons














I never want to teach my son to live a lie

Yet, what I have often done ... just to get by


I never want my son to forget his dream

Yet, I have forgotton mine, it would seem


I never want my son to leave that joy of his

Yet, I have somehow strayed from my bliss


I never want my son to ever settle for less

Yet, I have found myself in virtual un-dress


I never want my son to do what is not right

Yet, it was the dark that brought out my light


I never want my son to be hurt by anyone else

So, guess I can only help by helping myself!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Before my 13 year young homelearner got out of bed, with a sore throat, after puking a couple of days earlier, after a tough sling-out between the usually inordinately loving two of us.

I wrote the above words, in my home journal.


Since then, he has shared his raw chocolate bar  ( every single bite of yumminess ) with grateful me , prepared carrot/beet and wicked garlicy juice for Mom and Son, and created 2 super natural  servings of warm miso soup, stirred with extra cayenne pepper, into bowls stuffed with heaping mounds of kelp noodles and sliced green onions to live for!

Pays to write out your woes, under a forgiving sun, and look forward to bringing out the best in your forever little boy .. by being the biggest girl you can only afford to so boldly and beautifully be!


P.P.S.

Please discover more of your own magical love as viewed through the looking glass we hold up ...

Like they say, " It's simple. But, never easy." Good thing, a brave few of us are strong enough to rise to the constant challenge!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

World Of Innocence














World of Innocence

where have you gone?



World of Innocence

I still hear your song



World of Innocence

no right or wrong



World of Innocence

for you, I still long ...



World of Innocence

where I belong!



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

I awoke today, after staying up all night with my son, watching 3 wonderful comedies, in a row ... thanks to Greg's  belated Xmas gift of a gorgeous 40' big screen Samsung LCD.

I decided to lay naked in the sun, after having a dreadful nightmare; with Ellet Atkin ( a friend before facebook  - http://www.rawtravelling.com/ ) laying asleep in her bed and a SWAT team outside her windows, waiting downstairs, to shoot us dead.

I could see from our upstairs window that we were surrounded and I knew that we were not going to be allowed to get out of this alive. Somehow,  I had to get a message out via telephone  ... Even if that meant somehow recording the ambush and the lies, to somedy be played for posterity. Revealing what needed to be heard and 'seen', so others may learn and live from our uneccesary experience.

Just goes to show you ... do not eat before bed!

Yet, mostly; listen to your dreams. Recorded are the divine details that disturb you outer life if not taken care of and put in timely place.

Who Am I To Judge?














The more I have been judged

less have others seen of truly me


The less I have judged others

more have I seen of wholly me




The more I have been judged

nary have others seen of themselves


The less I have judged others

more clearly have I seen myself



The more I have been judged

disappears the best part of me


The less I have judged others

appears the highest form of them
 


The more I have been judged

closes the connection for another



The less I have judged others

opens this purest heart of mine


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Fully conscious to feel whatever emotion I choose ... Freedom from man's un-kind restraints that bind the body and break the mind.

I mend my soul ... Free to see others as whole.

Wholly and Holy unto mineself.

Making Friends With Dirty Old Men














Along lifes winding way

I have I met a dirty old man

or two, or three

with generous words to say

to me



Upon awakening, yesterday

I spoke to an aging male fan

lovingly

with generous words to say

to me



Upon retiring, this new day

I remember a pal who sees who I am

divinely

with generous words to say

to me



Tomorrow, each moment a new ray

offering reminders of all that can

compassionately

with generous words to say

mirror within me ...



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Such as the busty, blond bombshell that I am commonly and most  unconsciously perceived as ... I have been allowed more than a glimmer of a glimpse inside the overflowing fantasies of many a male and female.

Yesterday, I received a welcome call from a lonely older male whom I so gratefully initiated making friends with, well close to a couple of years ago. Very grateful to have him share his latest sentiments: "I love you, Katherine", my life has been made better.

Aware that my old freind is aging rapidly, and has duly informed me that he can no longer get or maintain an erection; thus, his desire for sex and unfilled fantasies dwindles and no longer holds the alure it once did for him, I somehow feel safer and saner in this often insane world.

Knowing that every man can be a 'dirty old man' and every woman has the same impure potential to keep the craziest notions inside of her, I allow myself to see my good friend in the clearest light.

Believing in the honesty of holiness and true beauty that resides within the souls of all, keeps me alive in my continually renewed and braver understanding of myself and every bold and brave being I so sweetly encounter and open myself, in the most compassionate way, unto ...

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

3 minutes 2 12!

A Woman Of Instinct














A Woman Of Instinct

does not do what others think

to be the right thing to do


A Woman Of Instinct

to her own self brave and true

forever transforming anew


A Woman Of Instinct

listens to her inner voice

above all earthly noise


A Woman Of Instinct

hears her truth clearly

Cherish Goddess dearly.


A Woman Of Instinct

follows her passions

ahead of all fashions


A Woman Of Instinct

leads the path for others

guiding sister and brothers


A  Woman Of Instinct

rises above earthly demise

embracing her own cries


A Woman Of Instinct

cares not for accolades

or when beauty fades


A Woman Of Instinct

sets her standards high

more room to fly ....


Katherine Marion

http://www.thesupernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Last nite,  a 'friend' with control issues and a secret drinking problem, yelled at me, after I kindly told  him I only wanted compassion and needed no solution to be found by him or anyone else; concerning a temporary concern and not a long term goal.

He called me back on my cellular, after I left his home, where he had stubbornly refused to do a simple kindness for me. I was hoping he may be calling to simply apologize, in spite of his oversized ego, in happiness' way. Of course, I sadly knew better ...

So, I hung up on him, after I allowed him to firmly know: 'You do not yell at me. Thank you." He did not have the courage to call back.

Next, I swore into the wind and wished I had an axe to cut down a tree. Hardly believing that one more misbegotten male, sadly misrepresenting the wonders of womanhood, still deludes himself into stupidly believing that woman are put on the scarred face of this emptying earth, to cater to his vaste wasteland of insecurities; even though un-civilization has supposedly evolved ... into the 21st century. Yet, mostly that life on this physical plane is all too often fraught with uneccesary emotional pain.

Hurting and temporarily desolately unhappy, I did what I had to do, as I breathed deeply the clean, fresh air of an early spring; slowly my dying soul cautiosly crawling  back up from inside my swollen hurt self, to soar and sweetly sing ...

P.P.S.

One more self portraiture captured a couple of weeks or go, as I was laying upon my purple pillow, feeling safe and secure. Owning my womanly powers and knowing all is as well and wonderful world as I allow it to so beautifully and boldly BE!

I Just Want To Fly Away

Just want to fly away

find myself a newer day



My wings are stuck

in a pile of dirty muck


My songs are lost

at a very high cost


My legs are broken

hurtful words spoken


My heart is breaking

innocence in the taking


My spirit has fled

veins have been bled


My soul was taken

someone mistaken


My eyes hurt to see

a vision no longer me.


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Monday, February 22, 2010

Breast To Count Your Candles From Where You Sit




Breast to count your candles from where you sit

Another may see teet and you may say tit

Who gives a shi_!



Breast to count your candles from where you sit

Countless my lose count and trip ....

Who gives a flip!




Breast to count your candles from where you sit

Detractors toss you another hit

Who gives a blip!



Breast to count your candles from where you sit

Find yourself and let 'er rip

Everyone loves a wild trip!



Katherine Marion

wwww.SupernaturalWoman.com



P.S.

I am inspired by Mother Moon, my shining stars that guide me and remembering to count the candles that light my wondrous way ...

One more candlelight diiner shared with the night and a divine energy that drives and revives every pure and precious Goddess-sent part of magical me!

May you enjoy this pretty pic, captured a couple of enchanted evening ago ...


Special K

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Biking With My Baby














Biking with my baby

sometimes can be a real maybe


good boy suddenly acquires a flat

broken brakes and that's just that!



Biking with my baby

sometimes can be a real maybe


a gash a mile wide in the front tire

 friend with a patch kit free for hire





Biking with my baby

 sometimes can  be a real maybe



puberty takes his break from exercise

hormonal demons carefully to exorcise




biking with my baby

sometimes can be a real maybe


helmet passed to mother on the mend

a teens tales unfold to no untold end





biking with my baby

sometimes can be a real maybe



starry skies lit by pregnant moon

creating space to forever bloom




biking with my baby

sometimes can be a real maybe


improv has become an utmost forte

accepting new challenges day by day




biking with my baby

sometimes can be a real maybe



he walks home alone this evening

mommy keeps biking and  believing!















Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Soon, to upload more pics .. from one more magical day, forever in the making ...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Love Is All That Matters














An open heart is an invitation for love

I opened up mine

out of me, popped an Angel from above!


Wasn't such an easy feat for me to do

I had to believe

allow a wingless wonder to come through


Eight pregnancies before I had known

I must keep this one

 miraculously I was somehow shown


Rapes and cervical cancer were my past

I loved his Dad

all I had to do was the universe to ask


Daddy did not want a child at that time

I chose wisely

fearful warnings about those eggs of mine


Grandma loves him as official first grandson

I phone her

enjoying hearing old lady speak to blessed one


Auntie's appreciate his quiet nature as seen

I adore him

for he knows where we both have been


Our life's path has been like no worldly other

I held on

seeing him returned safely to this soul mother


Stolen away at the tender age of wee eight

I cried ever so

eight traumatic months I did patiently wait


Apprehended to a gay male foster home

I almost died

many deaths for innocence once known


Targeted by both family and community

I do forgive

ignorance with compassion and not pity


Let down by the wounded world around me

I  keep loving

the brightest white light I fearlessly set free!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

P.S.

True LOVE offers many gifts; one of which is Courage.

 Go for the Gold!


P.P.S.

I snapped this candle-lit picture of my shining son, Kaelin and I, this enchanted evening, before we sat down to 30 honey beeswax candles and a LIGHT dinner.

Please enjoy one more precious image of my beautiful boy and his "Amazing Mommy" whom shall forever hold gratitude in her happy heart.

LARGER THAN LIFE ...


Simply statuesque has turned into 10 feet tall

Stunninly gorgeous has finally  left the ball

All alone to face the music without her shoes

Waiting for no prince leaves nothing left to lose


All the breast with nary a lacy push-up brassiere

Legs to caress and not even a hand over here

Dancing to the music of her own heartbeat

Admiring males drop upon her lavender scented feet


Golden flame of hair set against a midnite moon

Goddess grabbing onto proffered silver spoon 

Leaving the party before its even begun 

All these songs she has already swayed to and sung 



Brightest ray of light this world will ever hope to see

Feminine energy allowing spirit to be set free

Merely beginning her journey upon this earthly plane

Wildest wise woman no man or world shall ever tame!


Katherine Marion



P.S.

Lately  and for the longest and loneliest while, I have been reflecting on who I AM and whom of my many selves, I hope to even better and more brightly become ....

Must be why it is so synergistic that my shining son should take this double exposure image of me, the other night when we were out walking under a million un-named stars and a magical moon to brighten up any new path, before unlit.



Friday, February 19, 2010

I AM Not Here To Any Longer Pretend














I am not here to any longer pretend
or others rules to follow or bend

I am not here to any longer pretend
I'm happy with the unhappiest end



I am not here to any longer pretend
it is always love that I want to send

I am not here to any longer pretend
I can always for myself easily fend



I am not here to any longer pretend
growth from suffering does to lend

I am not here to any longer pretend
I have any reserve left to expend



I am not here to any longer pretend
t'is long past my time to now mend

I am not here to any longer pretend
only I can truly be my own best friend.


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Raising A Real Man In An Unreal World

Take a good look ... This is the man of my many dreams unrealized. Nowadays, you gotta grow your own. It takes a supernatural woman to raise a boy into
becoming a real man in an unreal world.



Take a good look ... Are you really the person you would want to spend time with? The only individual that can truly  guide a child is the chosen one whom is most able to look after their most sacred self.



Take a good look ... Yes, his hair is a little longer than the norm in an unconscioius world that considers the human condition more important than being haappy and  humane.



Take a good look ... No, home-schooling is not taught at home. Success in life is based on who has the finest critical skills. Not who has more marbles in their bag than their own head.



Take a good look ... I made a conscious choice to never feed my shining son meat, dairy or wheat. An organic, raw, vegan lifestyle is not for everyone. Yet, look at his glowing skin and positive attitude.



Take a good look ... Love is never what you pay or ache for. Often what you never knew was missing, shows up just at the right time. Even though more told you you couldn't, than could.  



Take a good look ... Pain is always part of growth. The only way to avoid speed bumps is to live in a vacuum and slowly suffocate from your own bad breath. Life is to be lived and loved.


Take a good look ... Puberty is a maddening malady most males never recover from. And, many mothers go mad over. Ask mine, his and your's. Sometime, we need to grow up. Just not now.


Take a good look ... Focus on what brings a smile to everyones face. Let others worry. Just relax or you will never be able to begin raising the two of you to the heights of happiness we all deserve.


Take a good look ... Encourage the child within and the beautiful being you brought into this vast and lonely plane will bring you more pleasure than the pain you once brought upon yourself.


Take a good look ... Forgive the fearful part that lashed out instead of reaching inside. Hold the loving hand and the heart that still grows inside of magical  you. Let go of all else that does not matter.


Take a good look ... Give gratitude for every ounce of inner strength it takes to love the both of beautiful you. Thank yoursef for the Goddess you are and the God you are miraculously growing from the inside out ...!


Katherine Marion




Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Stretching Into The Sublime






























This afternoon, I dry-brush by naked body, under the healing rays of a sun that forever shines. With windows wide-open, sunshine floods the room and my world. Filling up my heart and lighting my surroundings with warmth and newfound wonder.

Sitting for hours, under the attentive gaze of of one of Gaia's hottest and most heated God's, I am beautifully aware of only bliss. Nothing outside of me exists except for what I perceive it to be. Blessed in my Goddess-sent glory, I give rapturous thanks for all I am and what has been so abundantly given.

Sucking in the sun, as only a hungry and starving soul might see fit, I hope never to leave the sheepskin, whereupon I sit. Stretching my body and opening up my emptying mind, I AM totally transfixed to see what I might next, so mysteriously and magically find ....















Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Love Your Life!

This morn, I awaken to song birds singing outside our windows. Last night, after watching the transcendant story:"Snow Walker", a visually stunning adaption of Farley Mowat's book: "Walk Well My Brother", and the divinely delightful french film: "Le Renad Et Le Enfant" (The Fox & The Child), we fell soundly asleep, in front of the faux fireplace, as warm and cozy as unborn babies kept safely wrapped within their womb of love.

Upon arising, I notice the lovely light bouncing off the armoire that I purchased for my enchanted child and his wonderful works of art. Colorfully crayoned-in, on the shiny, mirrored surface I am now able to read for the first time, the positively precious affirmation that has been so thoughtfully painted, just for me. One more gift from my beloved boy; Kaelin's designer hand-painted ode to peace and loving, beginning within the sacred space of our happy home.

I write this overflowing note of gratitude to an infinite universe that delivers exactly what we need, in a manner we are able to understand and clearly see. As my sweet son prepares organic carrot, beet, parsley, celery, garlic and ginger juice for his magical Mommy and her close to anemic bleeding self, I offer my deepest appreciation for my peaceful day and the mindful manner in which it so wondersouly began.

Lately, I have been feeling so out of sorts. Turning my night-owl hours, completely around on their heavy head, thereby getting my circadium rhythm back in dutiful sync. Along the winding way, I have been feeling so very alone and beaten down by outside forces, that I am truly aware have no real power over me. Yet, I have been giving myself a lot of 'pressure to preform', therefore losing a lot of beautiful Goddess-sent energy that only serves me to consciously conserve and purely protect.

Reminded of all that Kaelin has learned from his "Amazing Mommy", I give myself credit for the role model I have become and the peaceful warrior I am raising with divine devotion and dutiful deligence to every delicate detail of our blessed and blossoming being. My less heavy heart does smile in memory of this morn's suprise .. as witnessed by mine ever opening eyes, as viewed upon the timeless tapestry of this achingly beautful world, where I walk in wretched wonder, knowing everything as is as it should be!

Love Your Life.

I AM.


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Keep A Happy Heart On!



How many colors are there in a rainbow filled with light?

What be the brightest part of the moon upon this night?

Where are the juiciest bites of joy to be found?



Why does strawberry cheesecake taste like bliss to me?

When will my tingling taste-buds truly be set free?

Who never told me LOVE tasted so good?



Katherine Marion



P.S.

Enjoying the naturally uplifting aspects of pure food at it's finest. Thanks to http://www.organiclives.org/ and Valentine Day treats from my dear friend, Greg,whom so generously loved and listened to my son and I in the best way he knows how; by feeding us.

 Besides, he comfirmed: 'Guys just wanna have sex. Girls just want food and fun". Well, at least one of us was fed!



Monday, February 15, 2010

happy-ness is in cafè prèss!!!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

spring has sprung..!!!
love for allllll!!!!
  GET IT HERRREEE!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Pre-Valentines Day Feast with Greg & www.OrganicLives.org














It was Greg's  thoughtful treat to deliver us unto http://www.organiclives.org/ and pick up the most rapturously rawsome order of vegan, raw gourmet goodies a Goddess and her enchanted child could gratefully gorge on ...  An organically orgasmic pleasure to purify our blessed selves with sumptuousness of the holiest and wholesome sort.

Freshly prepared hand-rolled nori rolls, filled with sumptuously seasoned cashew cheese and divinely drizzled with Namu Shoya. Tortilla soup, flooded with assorted veggies and topped with spicy, dehydrated flax crackers. Sprouted almonds to live for ... And, mini pizza squares topped with dreamy creamy nut cheese, good enough to magically melt in a Goddess' grateful mouth.

Practically fighting over one more favoured feast of the senses, my salivating son and I gratefully unite as we dig deeply into the deliciousness a life spent sharing healing food and happiness can so beautifully bring forth. Smiling deep inside the most delious parts of our purest selves, we give gratitude to our friend Greg for sharing much needed finances, delectable divinites and the space for friends and 'old' lovers to re-unite in the most flavorful and full-hearted fashion!

















Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Friday, February 12, 2010

Living Spontaneously


The face I wear is not always the one I once thought. Lately my moves have been too far and few. I seem to have found some sort of safety. Yet, mostly,feeling resolutely sad, of lately. Very bitter pill to swallow. No wonder I am feeling so damn hollow.




Time to jump of the proverbial high-diving board. Fall way, way, way, overboard. Overwhelm the patron and the saint. Certainly not a decision for the faint ...Of heart, I have much. Yet, it is my wild, carefree spontaneity that I really need to touch!



Hold my self in my arms and let go ... Feel the wondrous wind and let her blow. Skirts to the four winds and sails at the bottom of the swollen seas. Walk the ganplank on bruised and broken knees. Feel the water beat me down. Yesterday's hero, to bravely drown ....



Smile as I touch the glistening edge. Far from shore and passerby. Merely more clouds in an overcast sky. Yet, I know that befoe I die, I will have never have let life pass me by. For I am the only one whom unto me can give. Guess I'll just have to wade awhile .. To live!
 
 
Katherine Marion
 
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/
 
P.S.
 
On our walk to the gym, the sun briefly makes his mid-morning appearance. Brightening a seemingly endless overcast sky and my demeanor. Practically jumping for joy at the prospect of taking off my fancy rasperry-colored lululemon jacket that has kept me safe within its cocoon, for months, I shed my layers and let go ...

Spontaneity Speaks

Spontaneity
be
sacred spice of life



Spontaneity
be
whatever you please



Spontaneity
be
cherishing your life



Spontaneity
be
the ultimate tease





Spontaneity
be
for brave of heart




Spontaneity
be
beyond your fear




Spontaneity
be
the purest part





Spontaneity
be
ever right here



Spontaneity
be
your choice



Spontaneity
be
their loss


Spontaneity
be
my own voice



Spontaneity
be
a coin toss



Spontaneity
be
true to self



Spontaneity
be
hard to find


Spontaneity
be
inner wealth



Spontaneity
be
best of kind




Spontaneity
be
win or lose



Spontaneity
be
do or die


Spontaneity
be
me or you



Spontaneity
be
leaving the lie.


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

P.S.

The face I wear is not always the one I once thought. Lately my moves have been too far and few. I seem to have found some sort of safety. Yet, mostly,feeling resolutely sad, of lately. Very bitter pill to swallow. No wonder I am feeling so damn hollow.

Time to jump of the proverbial high-diving board. Fall way, way, way, overboard. Overwhelm the patron and the saint. Certainly not a decision for the faint ...Of heart, I have much. Yet, it is my wild, carefree spontaneity that I really need to touch!

Hold my self in my arms and let go ... Feel the wondrous wind and let her blow. Skirts to the four winds and sails at the bottom of the swollen seas. Walk the ganplank on bruised and broken knees. Feel the water beat me down. Yesterday's hero, to bravely drown ....

Smile as I touch the glistening edge. Far from shore and passerby. Merely more clouds in an overcast sky. Yet, I know that befoe I die, I will have never have let life pass me by. For I am the only one whom unto me can give. Guess I'll just have to wade awhile .. To live!

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Betsy The Black Rock






























On a cold winter day

a shiny black rock

has a lot to say ...


On a short walk

a shiny black rock

seems to talk ...




In a gloomy spot

a shiny black rock

feels so hot


In a warm hand

a shiny black rock

can deftly land















Under foot or car

a shiny black rock

can't be far


Under heavy rain

a shiny black rock

lives, again.


Katherine


P.S.

Every divine day, my happy homeschooler walks his beloved Mommy to the neighborhood community centre, for her daily workout at the life-saving gym. This early magical morn, my shining star found his perfect match; a shiny black rock that he so kindly named: Betsy.

Oh, if she were only here to see us, now!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Cherry Blossoms In February


What is it about Cherry Blossoms, coming to life ...  that lights up my sacred  heart chakra? Igniting forgotten senses and playing with your deepest emotions; in the sweetest and most enticing manner. A fluffy, ruby-pink banner, pronouncing to the hungriest world; that one at a tender time, we all need truly care. Wearing splendid joy on the outside, for all to humbly share.

My neighboring Chinese compatriots celebrate Cherry Blossom season with magical music, precious poetry and photography contest's. One almighty and most prosperous tree; duly honored for true elegance and beauty. Sending sprigs of hope to a world that needs her so. Delicate flowers interlaced with Mother Nature; in all her consummate love. Crowing glory; nestling high, up above.

Slim, sublimely crafted branches, once bare; intertwined with fruits newborn. Firm roots; dug deep and strong. Giving gifts to all whom see and touch. Fragrant flowers; sending forth flowing energy, ever much. Bold and bright, she speaks to all. As near and dear as she is to me; still enrapturing many. Holding close ... beloved  blossoming bloom, I pray for her enchanting fragrance to forever stay, upon this blessed noon!




Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

As deftly as a scampering squirrel, my shining son, hoisted himself up the Cherry Tree. Hanging by a boyish smile, youth took a devilish dive and stayed for a bewitching while ...

The YOGA OF LIFE














This be the Yoga of life

pretty Orchid and me


This be the Yoga of life

divine Children are we


This be the yoga of life

offering our Divinity


This be the Yoga of life

branches climbing freely


This be the Yoga of life

with Third Eye to see


This be the Yoga of life

bliss in one brief Eternity.















Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Stretching into statuesque submission; alongside my lovely bloom. Growing within as sunlight hits high noon. Bending as does a flower in the light. Goddess-sent and newly blessed with real sight!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

HONOR THINE HOME AND SELF






























If one does happen to awaken at 2

what's a poor, tired soul to do?


Trim the pubes and wash the pits

dry-brush the skin and not the tits


Polish the teeth and looking glass

tighten the muscles of the wee ass


Scrub the hardwood with tea tree

get down and dirty on one knee


Cleanse the GI with lemon juice

Himalayan crytals not to refuse


Burn a hand-rolled Jin stick

a time-told energyzing trick


Honey beeswax candles lit

negative ions, positivity emit


Writing daily affirmations

healing yogic Sun Salutations


Cutting stems of fresh Lilies

Gaia's naturally scented breeze


Juicing pink lady and parsley

detoxifying; Supernaturally


Honor mine blessed home

PEACE be thine very own!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

I love the part about the pubes, don't you?

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Trusted Friend

"Dave called!" I happily exclaim to my son, thoughtfully walking into the bedroom with a patient smile, an abundant supply of fresh california dates and locally harvested, unshelled walnuts. Along for the rawsome ride; a silver hammer for cracking and a the prettiest crystal plate for eating upon ... in glorious style.

I read half a dozen newly created poems for my trusted friend, who is now afraid I will write a poem about him and post my wordy perfection upon the pages of www.facebook.com/katherinemarion. Cackling aloud, as only befitting a well fed Witch on an almight mission, might, I feed a man so big in stature's quiet fright ...


 Scrolling down the Goddess-inspired page, I feel the power of my word and all whom I touch as I bleed for those so many, in helpless and ever hopeful need. This be the only weightless sword I ever shall carry. No hatchet be mine to hide or bury. For I am the deliverer of truth and moral justice. This is enough unto is all-seeing own.


Grateful for a good, old friend whom has never trampled on my flowing virginal growns or cast unkind frowns my child-like way. All I know I want to say to the friend who called upon this originally hell-bent day, is "Thank you, dear Dave, for being there". Making it all the more worthwhile for me; my unearthly jewels to eaglerly share.

Now, it is even easier to remember ONE MORE PERSON DOES TRULY  CARE!


Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

The verses pretty much speak for themselves. As every stream winds into the mgihty river, eventually roaring forth, and emptying into an infinite sea ...

I AM BLESSED.

Drowned Is The Fool






























Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Pretty may look the surface

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Sweetly may sing the bird

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Tender may be her touch

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Enticing may be the perfume

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Enchanting may be the dream

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Silent may be the  storm

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Bright may be the day

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Soothing may be the night

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Scintillating  to the senses

drowned is the fool



Danger is those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Breathtaking be the elixer

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool



Temporarily sated is hunger

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Awakened is the spirit

drowned is the fool




Danger to those whom swim

in a shallow pool


Opened is his soul

drowned is the fool.




Danger to he who swims

in a shallow pool


Closed are his eyes

drowned is the fool.



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Originally, it seemed this poem was flowing forth, as a good omen; reminding me and multiple others to breathe deeply and stay away from shallowness. Thinking of how all too many seemingly shallow people are often-times breathing down my lovely neck.

Soon , a new presence began breathing life unto it's own; speaking of a manifold myriad of lusting, hungry, wanting men, who have been 'burned once too often'. Those whom 'never really looked deeply, before they leapt' into lust, love and unrequited longing.

I should know, for I am the epitamy of the proverbial bombshell, objectified by both men and women;  whom wisely knows of what she does speak!


P.P.S.

http://www.michaelpalmer.com/ of the UK, captured a glimpse of female form in all her shining glory, at the mighty Capilano Rivers edg, last fabulous fall. Now, feel free to rise up ...

Broken Is My Smile

So lonely have I been


For a sad and long while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile




So lonely have I been



For a bleak and brutally barren while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile




So lonely have I been


For a hurting and hungry while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile





So lonely have I been



For a tough and traumatic while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile



So lonely have I been


For a lie infested trying while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile




So lonely have I been



For a hurting and unhappy while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile



So lonely have I been



For a treacherous and trying while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile





So lonely have I been



For a deafening whisper of a while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile




So lonely have I been



For a lost hope of an ill-spent while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile





So lonely have I been



For a brief eternity spent in exile



My heart mends

Broken is my smile




So lonely have I been


For a treasure of a once timeless while



My heart mends

Broken is my smile.



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Have You Ever Had An Ache

Have you ever had

an ache?



That lay there in wait



Silently



Deadly



Eating your flesh

harsh wound

still fresh



Have you ever had

an ache?



That lay there in wait



Hiding



Violently



Feeding you lies

dark shadow

sharp cries



Have you ever had

an ache?



That lay there in

wait



Slicing



Bloodily



killing your soul

fierce battle

taken toll



Have you ever had

an ache?



That lay there in

wait



Timeless



True



Reminding you

thine self

be true.



Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/



P.S.

Sometimes we can be "our own harshest critic'. Tormenting ourselves with false expectations; tired beyond relief and hurting for the tears no one is there to pick up, and maybe never has been.

That dull hurt never goes away. We go out of our way to dull our senses and cover up the numbness that comes with remembering to forget. Yet, there is still hope in finding a joy, deep within that you never thought you would ever know.

I Need A Friend

I need a friend

whom to no end



loves me unconditionally

just for me



I need a friend

whom to no end



allows me

my eccentriicity

just being me



I need a friend

whom to no end



accepts me

livng life freely

all about me



I need a friend

whom to no end



treats me

so very tenderly

seeing only me



I need a friend

whom to no end



treasures me

giving gernrously

looking after me



I need a friend

whom to no end



holds me

setting me free

so I can be me.



P.S.

Lately, looking at some of the people whom consider themselves my friends, I wonder why I settle for less?

So many gifts would we all be rewarded if we simply allow ourselves to be our own best friend, being as honest as is neccesary, in order to touch that hurting place, ever so gently.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Still Juicy, After All ...


Met him on facebook

Took a second look


Cute from an angle

Daddy ready to tangle


Single with little girl

Made my heart swirl


Could be a good Dad

Merely a poor date; sad


Just another bad actor

Only the sexual factor


Found me fascinating

Seeking a wee fling


Didn't want to spend

For my legs to bend


No raw meal to eat

Fat liars can be beat


Listen while they lie

See what they will try


Brother in a car crash

Real story; no cash


Easy place to put it

Alone he now does sit


Listen to your own gut

As he watches your butt


On a sexy photo frame

My breasts have no name


Pretty much all the same

So easy and all too tame


50 years and still admired

Little boys soon expired


Timeless allure I do hold

Far too honest and bold


Liar to take me to bed

Hold my own, instead.




Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

Tonight, I was really looking forward to being taken out for a vegan, living foods meal, at either Radha Yoga Eatery or Organic Lives. Chris B., one of my new and braver facebook 'friends', had recently called me up and I suggested he take me out for a belated birthday raw meal. I could tell he really did not want to spend any money on a date, yet, I put it out there and created my own healthy terms.

At the time he had promised to call me, he later claimed he had been in the shower. Already about '2 strikes against him'.  The 'first strike' being when he had stated "wierd", when finding out I was single. Alright ? As much as I knew about ones projection, I already knew more than I wanted. A woman knows when someone is bull-shitting. She can feel it.  Yet, I had already showered after my gym workout and applied my eco-friendly make-up, while drying my hair. I could just taste the Tortilla Soup and The Raspberry Chocolate Cheesecake ...

By the time he decides to take one of two offered options; pick up the food and bring it over to my place, or go out and to eat at Radha, which stays open later, he was on his way to '3 strikes and you'r out". This time he had an urgent telephone call from his brother who was seemingly stranded in the tunnel, out of town, way past bed time. Of course, he was willing and able to come over after the 'big rear-ender". Even though he had already asked; " Is your son going to be home?" How many "strikes out" are there, in this game? Funny, how when I wisely suggested he pick up a 'to go' order, on his way over, all of the sudden it was going to be too late. "A rain-check" he hopes. What does he think this is, Candian Tire or K Mart? Go fish ...


P.P.S.

So, I gladly stayed home, upon one more date-less Friday night in the Olympic Village of Vancouver. Instead of a living a lie, I gently kissed the lips of love and drank freshly pressed carrot, beet, celery, parsley, garlic and ginger juice, as kindly presented by my loving son.

 One more sure and delicious bet!