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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Two Rawsome Peas In A Pearly Pod


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

went one day without clothes on their Goddess-given bod


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

were born naked as a the Jay-bird others found to be so odd


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

saw themselves as mirrors of love and gave the affirmative nod


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

 realize that the human body is sacred and not meant to flog


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

understand that in the 60's nakedness was all the mod


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

wearing human skin that barely deserves to be outlawed


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

feel that icy cold feelings of primitive others should be thawed


Two rawsome peas in a pearly pod

 at home with themselves and knowing the true meaning of God.


Katherine Marion



p.s.

Ooooh, I love it!

Lookie here ... finding archived pics of K2 from close to 3 years ago, after my Mommy had just passed away, just before my rotator cuff deteriorated and my mercury amalgum's began to fall out ...

My son was a mere and magical 11 years young and I was in my 47th year of living and loving upon this physical plane.

We were healing after a death that never should have occured. Retreating into peace and holding one another precious  ... as we are all meant to magically be.

Of course, we were fully dressed, from the shoulders down and never would have been jumping into the shower or a hot-tub, as families are so inclined to do in Europe and other world-wide regions, which no one really bothers to really discuss, write about or send up charges against ...

I simply like this picture because it is of US and the unconditional familial love we hold for one another.


Any questions? Feel free to ask me in person or you may hire us both for a conscious consultation, so that you may get not only your figures right, also, your head set on straight - like the jacket you might otherwise choose to consider unconsciously wearing ...!



Almond Eyes I Adore To Eat

Almond Eyes I simply adore to eat
with flaxen hair ... as delcious treat

Glowing skin I could munch upon
our table filled with love and beyond

Freckles meant for counting fun
as someone such as Supernatural Mom

Eyebrows ideal for trimming raw cake
as I sit down to pure and preciously partake

Nose topped with sun .. straight and smooth
breathing in pure love and loving proof

Eyelashes long enough to kiss with love
blessed Angel visting me from heaven-above!

Lips healthy and pink and ready to kiss
gentle upon mine own cheek ... as I write this!

Katherine Marion

http://www.3rdeyefoto.com/ - under conscious conscious construction


P.S.

If this be the wondrously giving way in which I unwind .. by writing rawsome love proetry to my beloved boy, then so be it!

Originally, all I wished to do was dig up the matching pic of Kaelin, since I have recently uploaded one of myself, taken at the same period in time.

Should be interesting to look upon our faces, in a few years, yet ...

K.M.

Monday, June 28, 2010

I AM MY OWN FLOWER GIRL


Pretty flower girl all dressed up and nowhere to go

except inside ... where flowers grow.


Weddings are not made upon an altar with a priest

marry yourself and slay that torturous beast.


Fields of clover are not buried and over as we age

finding true beauty allows us to be our wised sage.


Heavens gate does not close when we choose our pleasure

opening our eyes to real love is forever our ultimate treasure!

Katherine Marion


p.s.

My last boyfriend told me he fell in love with me as he watched me smell the flowers, for hours, upon a walk one wondrous day.

This vison of me smelling the beyond aromatic posies, through a nieghbor's pretty picket fence, was taken years later.

In this magical snapshot of my magical life,  my patient son slows down to photograph his never to be grown up - Mommy, as she savors all that really matters - beauty as we find it!

K.M.






Tree Pose - Finding Me

Tree pose

knows ...


Tree pose

flows ...


Tree pose

grows ..


Tree pose

shows ...


Tree pose

arose ...


Tree pose

chose ...


Tree pose

slows ...


Tree pose

close.


Katherine Marion


P.S.

Why are some poses so challenging for some and so much simpler  for others?

The first time I ever flowed into this pose, I found it natural to climb into ...

I still remember a yoga teacher who took 5 years to sit in a lotus position!


P.P.S.

We must assuredly grab each blessed moment and accept the magic as if it is we whom created it.

Lift up those legs and dance.

Close those lids and cry.

Balance is key.

This is how I am finding me.


k.m.





A LIFE OF JOY


A life of JOY

we are meant to live

Unto our sacred selves

here to give.


A life of JOY

I am to know

Within my own heart

I choose to go.


A life of JOY

You can have now

Opening up to feel

Real and how!


Katherine Marion


P.S.

I love this pretty, little picture that Kaelin captured close to 2 years ago, when we were living by the river and going for our walks through the woods, every day.

I don't remember where exactly this vision of a glowing woman was captured. What I do know is that it was soon after my Mommy passed away, and before I began torturously pulling myhair.

I used to write my affirmations: "I AM JOY." Now, to coninue this consciousness'.

K.M.





Don't Just Lay Down And Die!


Don't just lay down and die

Before you know it

You will have no tears left to cry



Don't just lay down and die

Before you know it

You will have no breathe left to  sigh



Don't just lay down and die

Before you know it

You will have no wings with which to fly



Don't just lay down and die

Before you know it

You will never have another try



Don't just lay down and die

Before you know it

You will never know me or my



Don't just lay down and die

Before you know it

You will feel no lows or high



Don't just lay down and die

Before you know it

You will be no longer living the lie.


Katherine Marion



P.S.

Around a year and a half ago, after a restful sleep, I caputured this close-up of myself, with no make-up or hair .. to hide what was and is really happening inside of magical and ever-changing me.

Earlier today, I realized how little passion I have had in my life, for the longest while.

Simply, allowing peace into my life, in order to move past the external chaos that literally consumed me ... has taken what has felt to be years off of my seemingly lustrous life.

Now, I have decided I want passion, again. The feelign that I will live forever and all fantasies do come true!!!

My next blog ...

Beautifully brilliant,

Katherine




Thursday, June 24, 2010

Wrap These Legs Around Your Torn - Off Testicles






























Reach for that dream in the sky ...

Before upon this earthly plane, you choose to un-gainfully die



Reach for that dream in the sky ...

After you've taken a breath that others need to beg or borrow to fly



Reach for that dream in the sky ...

When you least expect a silver cloud to drown itself  and really cry



Reach for that dream in the sky ...

What you visualized is waiting merely  by opening one pretty eye



Reach for that dream in the sky ...

Where you never expected to land is happening without even a try



Reach for that dream in the sky ...

Why you started if not about where you land with nary a casual sigh



Reach for that dream in the sky ...

Who you will find there is the truth that never can tell a lie



Reach for that dream in the sky ...

How you get there is certainly only for the bravest girl or guy!



In kindness and kinship,

Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

P.S.

Kaelin shed some light on my legs ... which run in the family!

My own MAGICAL MOTHER was a gymnast - can't you tell?

k.m.

My Spirits Are Raised High - See You Up There ....














What kills a person's spirit?

The need to compete. co-operate, curtail, condemn, conceal, and control.


Wonder how I know all of ths?

I have learned by looking at my lies and personal self-deceit, and realizing that this was too much of a burden to burn or bear.



Who taught me this wisdom?

I have always been wise and yet, I had to really begin to listen to my heart to trust myself, again.



How can others harm another?

Fear that binds them and keeps them captive to their own unconsciousness.



Why don't I just give up?

Believing in myself and the power of the truth is all I have to really give.



Am I ever afraid of what is happening around me?

All my worldly life, I have been sexualized, objectified  and traumatized. Why start now?


Am I aware that I AM on the verge of a new victory?

As never before, I see all the red lights placed in front of me, causing me glee!



Was I always this brave?

I was raised to be independent and was given much opportunity to practice these higher aspects of myself.


Am I ever afraid?

Horrifyingly terrified!


What causes me to make a shift?

Creating silence in my mind and filling up with joy and gratitude.



Do I believe in God?

I am the only Goddess I need to trust in.



Why is the world in such a sordid state?

Apathy.



What does society have to do to become whole and happy?

Each person must allow herself to think for themselves and own responsibility for their individual actions.



How can I be happy?

Be content with what is and know that everything that is happening is for a reason larger than us.


Who are you?

ME.


Your magical mirror,

Katherine Marion

http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/
http://www.theagoranational.ca/

P.S.

Please enjoy this fresh pic of the day ... which raises my spirits and allows me to grow and glow as only an impassioned flower can!

Questions From A Brave Heart .... "Wonder who called the Ministry of Children and Families?"














Wonder who called The Ministry of Children and Families, on us, upon two different occassions, lately?

Don't you know that it is only you that has to live live with your own mindless accusations?

Are you not aware that any time another causes pain for the conscious caregiver and custodian, the innocent child is also, needlessly hurt?

Why not give up this esponage to sabotage, and live your own life so that I may rightfully live mine?

Aren't you aware, yet, that no matter where you attempt, it is you whom chooses to live in your own private hell and I am looking down at you ... with mercy?

Are you excited that I now have a $1,500.00 bursaryfor my teen homeschooler, from a huge art school, thanks to you bringing a nice social worker to visit us?

Have you ever wondered why cowards never look in the mirror at their own reflection?

Do you know that none of you will ever cause me to pull out my hair in painful duress, again?

What is it that you somehow believe to have, that must be so severely lost in your own loveless life, such a long and lonely time ago?

Do you really think that your emotionally imature behaviours are above it all, in a muddled manner of yours that merely bespeaks of self absorption and a very short shelf life?

Do you not know that after over 50 anonymous calls to MCFD, about magical me, that maybe someone at that crazy 'take children away for no reason, except to get a pay cheque for helping mind a dysfunctional societies unwritten rules' is paying atttention?

Don't you ever want to gain your own self esteem and go dive off a high cliff called your own consciousness, instead of calling it quits and feeling sorry for yoursefl?

Do you think that broken down barbie dolls with extreme brains, don't ever cry and hurt - just like you should remember to do?

Why do you so easily forget the many times I held you in my arms as you shrieked hysterically over your long buried pain; causing you to walk away smiling and feeling good about yourself?

Do you really believe that your own child will never find out about your indecent behaviour and lack and regard that you pretend does not exist, because you are in a smog of your own highly addictive behaviours that are already harming the now ever- growing and still glowing,' baby' you once so generously gave birth to?


What mis-creates such huge jealousy in you that you would let others do your fighting because you choose to hate the person you so much want to be like, yet, don't have the balls to admit or the heart to open ...?

Are you really convinced that your conniving and underhanded practices are not clearly seen by more than me and mine?

And, most of all ... how are yuo able to live with yourself ?



Thank you for what you have reminded me of - "Nature abhors a vacuem."

Moving on,

LOVE AND WISDOMJ,

Katherine
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

P.S.

Here I am ... laying in peaceful repose, in the front lawn, filled with my pretty posies.

P.P.S.

Kaelin took this picture of me, two sunlit days ago. Be sure and go to the ministry ... Just like you did with that "Naked Goddess In The Bathtub" story ... of yours.

www.youtube.com/lifeofagreatmommy

Banned From Playing Music At My Home!






























My landlord tells me I am "banned from playing music, after 11:00 pm." Seems the two professional students, who play their video games, all night, and go to school by day, along with their their hostile host of ever-visiting friends, hiding behind their curtains; closed during the light of day, have plenty to say ...

"I don't really like Katherine, " is what the one complainer whom kept a large sign up on his window, for weeks, told my landlord. After attending a 2 hour gripe session, absolutely devoted to my landlord presiding over 2 different tenants he had specifically asked to come armed with their complaints about me, I was not beaten down. Merely aware of the little rats whom live in this inexpensive two storey and many stories .. walk-up. Not, just the wee mouse with the long, skinny tail, that we found scampering upon our kitchen floor, the other day.


Only cowards call their landlord over such trivial stuff as "zen music" that "plays over and over." Or "water dripping in my face" as I water my flowers. The litany of a libelous list was 5 pages as my son and I saw. That was just the guy downstairs who has been so afraid to speak to me for over a year. The peeking person who actually listens to my conversations in details and then, emails and phones 'the boss man' who does not even live in, to gripe over a ray of lght he does not know how to allow into his own lonely life.

The downstairs single mother, whom swore not to get involved in this fiasco, did attend and the landlord later commended, "that was very brave of M to do." She mentioned the word "blame" and "fault" more than once, before she had to finally, angrily,leave, to pick up her "hyperactive son," whom she claims throws furniture arund her apartment. After which a door was loudly slammed, in the heaviest-hearted manner, in an otherwise empty building, devoid of anyone else, other than a man whom a police officer once named as a "slum lord" and and a fearful young male neighbor whom is intimidated by this woman who speaks her voice.

A part of me is afraid to write of these going's on and the other part knows that I must. After all, I know much more about every one of these characters than they only wish they knew about me. I may just begin to exhibit some of the same insane and torturous signs and symptoms as them, if I hold in my truth; allowing it to become some sort of sordid mis-perception of a reality they choose to call their own private hell; whilst attempting to string up some innocent and absolutely unwilling 'victim' who looks great in a bikini at 50!

Why is living with love, homeschooling, raw food, and feeling, considered an "alternative lifestyle?" Those whom are poking their fingers, have the rest of their chewed - off nails, dirtied yellowed nails burrowing into their own bent and broken backs. With their unruly, addictive habits, deciets and self-denial, they project their putrid view of themselves upon the shiniest mirror that they ever may find fit to look upon, let along, look frearfully into ...


Communications skills are not the forte of any of these tenants and  my negligent landlord whom attended this injuction to injure. Even my sturdy hand holding a pen and writing upon trusted paper was viewed as incriminating evidence, if you can believe that. People are never over-shadowed by another ray of light, such as me. It is the fears people keep carefully locked away in their unhappy hearts that places them in such a perilous precicament of their own magical-less making. I am merely the target of their hidden wrath and object of their unrequited desires.

At least one of us knows the real deal. My landlord is the "money collector" who comes in to pick up the cash and never the "litter;" consisting of pizza boxes and chip bags that he accuses this raw, vegan family of dropping from our dining room windows. After 6 doors being knocked on, in order to place this incense burning good-witch upon a stake, merely 2 neighbors were rat enoug h to bring their cowardly selves over to complain. Guess I should consider myself blessed.

The unsmiling gaming student guy, even had the gall, a few days ago, to listen in on a conversation with a neighboring male. Mr. Unhappy had literally taken his precious time running - out, to write down verbatim, most of our casual conversation. Even stooping so low as to accuse me of saying some ignorant words, that I would never belittle anyone with ... let alone my loving self.

And, to top it all off, not that this is all .... I was told that I didn"t pay my rent, on time, this month, because I "contribute flowers  to the building." Well, why would someone sweet as heart as I know myself to so bravely be, continually fill the downstairs lobby and 2nd shared floor with fresh flowers, unless I am grateful to share my joy? I asked them this. No reply. Wonder why!

Even the "Do not disturb"  sign " that that irked full-timed stress-ball of a student, was brought to this attempt to massacre the "Amazing Mommy" meeting,meant to not only de-flower, yet, to completely unconsciously de-throne. A  partially ripped sign, that now reads "Do Disturb" was laying non-chalantly on the bothered boys lap. When I asked why this obviously ripped sign was brought to this Kangaroo court, I was looked at as if it was strange that I would bring this up. Wierd stuff. Something like some poorly directed re-run from a world run amuck with other peoples dis-satisfactions with themselves, and their gross attempts in attempting to intimidate another being of light who gets in their unadvernturous way.

Before signing off on this sad and sorry attack on me and mine, I am only able to wonder why that same beer can is planted with pride on that windowsill that sits beneath us, slightly above my gift of a mini-garden in the front yard that I am told I must no longer sunbathe upon. Even with that second recently torn-down sign that alerted the whole world about the raw icecream that had most probably accidently dripped onto the window below, I am feeling that a couple of lonely university students maybe play too many games and should go outside for a walk in the fresh air of a un-cluttered head.

And, to that single Mom who rudely exclaimed, "Even a person with half a brain cell knows ...", when discussing us loving her son, while she was asleep and we took her wee boy out for a night time bike ride, due to reasons I am too classy to mention upon the pages of this blog, I shall simply send human kindness. For Goddess knows that anyone who tells me, "Cut off all your hair," ,"You have lost so much muscle in your legs,", "Why don't you move?", along with the other eve's "I want your ass," before telling the landlord we are not allowed to see her son who merely wants to play, be loved, watered and fed wholesome food ... I send UNIVERSAL SUPPORT, LOVE AND COMPASSION.

Soon, I shall remove myself from this once peaceful abode that now seems to stand on its rightful own as a pergotary for the unpurged. We are not welcome and no one wins in a fight that only losers play.

I quit.

See you in the sunshine ....

IN MY BIKINI!


Katherine Marion
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

THIS IS MY LIFE - NOT YOURS!






























This is my life

not yours


Who are you

starting wars?




This is my life

with my son


Who are you!

Probably no one.



This is my life

of he and I


Who are you?

Sad with a sigh




This is my life

worth living


Who are you

not forgiving?



This is my live

me and mine


Who are you?

What's my crime?



This is my life

lived in peace


Who are you

for me to displeace?



This is my life

alive and bright


Who are you

to fill with fright?



This is my life

created in love


Who are you?

Says Kat from above




This is my life

Fair and fine


Who are you

with your whine?



This is my life

unto mine own


Who are you

stories full-blown?



This is my life

from the heart


Who are you

blowing a fart?



This is my life

made from scratch


Who are you

B.S. to dispatch?



This is my life

never the same


Who are you?

Accusations insane



This is my life

space to grow


Who are you?

Now, go blow ...


Katherine Marion
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/


P.S.

At least when I get pissed off, I don't hold a Goddess-damned grudge, stay dead, in dirty deed alone, to merely keep my putrid past alive and the present unknown.

If I have something to say, I communicate my feelings, without harbouring harmful judgement and living a lifeless life of fear.

Passive agressive" is the term a professional would use. The way you treat another you do thus abuse  ... with the negative words utilized as you harmfully accuse.

Do your 'family of origin' work, before you unravel the loving life of everyone who comes near your depleting energy. For you are no longer the sacred source  that you were once so magically meant to be. Now, another could easily call yourself a threat the the welfare of loving humanity.

Elevate yourself to the heights of dvinity. For the dank cellar of despair from where you choose not crawl, is the reason you are still dying in your own shadow. Way down there.

I can't see you from where I stand in royalty. My loyalty is to mine favored family and me. You are not of the same flower from whence you once did so beautifully grow. Baby, you have lost that loving flow!


You may cause me to cry a few tears. Thereby, getting me in touch with long forgotten fears.  I can thank you for all the hellish havoc you wreak upon your crowded mind, from these conscious channels that I so carefully swim within. Seeing you as a shark in infested waters, I only give you more power that you even any longer have to call as your vested own. Thus, I remain, with myself and my child, playing my spiritual music, while relaxing ....  at my happy home.

Now, do the sanest same and leave me and my heavenly Angel ... alone!


P.P.S.

You know who you are and you know where I live. Fortunately, the physical address we, as neighbors, share, is not the place where yesterday's monsters lurk, to find you still hiding there.


P.P.P.S.

My beloved boy snapped this quick pic of me, after a couple of hours, spent reading, in the late afternoon sun, laying upon the front lawn - as the flower that I so magically am!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

HOW IT ALL VEGAN - July column/article for www.theagoranational.ca - The Agora Paper

Katherine Marion - Kat-alyst For Conscientious Change, Raw Chef's Agent, Luscious Living Foods Writer, Award-Winning Third Eye Photographer, Wondrous Life Workshop Leader and Lover Of A Self- Sustainable Life

CO-CREATING A CONSCIOUS COMMUNITY














HOW IT ALL VEGAN

"Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher."
William Wordsworth


Eating raw,vegan foods was a lifestyle practised by a mere 2% of the world-wide population, a mere 8 years ago. At the butter-less hot-air popcorn munching, sushi-craving, and occasionally salivating over tender roasted chicken eating age of 42, my homeschooling 6 year old and I made the miraculous move to consciously connect to our higher selves. Without even knowing how, on a linear level of cosmic non-comprehension, we already understood that living a kinder, freer, and more compassionate lifestyle was something our hearts and instincts told us we must do - now!

After sharing with Magical MotherVictoria, at one of the Boutenko families first series of Vancouver based raw food demo's and workshop's, "This is the missing link!" Even then, I innately knew where I was meant to be and stay, in order to go beyond my self imposed limitations and the tragic way that my already so S.A.D. society literally defined and defiled me and its very own flavourless self. Merely starting with a bold book on preparing fancy gourmet concoctions consisting of creamy heat-dried cashew concoctions, written by Juliano. Armed only with a stove on low heat and the desire to start making some much desired changes in my ceaselessly non-changing life, I began a journey that I never ever realized would take me towards the joy I am now standing, breathing and unabashedly bathing in ...

So many scintillating stories along the wondrous way of discovering who I truly am and how we are all meant to live and love. A luscious life filled and brimming over with bliss and endlessly overflowing with vibrancy and victory. Is it a wonder that we were never shown this wisest way of creating a kinder, gentler world, when we went to school to learn. Everything we ever needed to comprehend is found within. We are own true wonders and it is only by being kinder to our planet and the beings blessed to be upon it, that we can ever hope to survive, let along thrive. No one can make that defining difference, except us. Even if one or many may or not believe in a bible written by a bunch of dead mean who profess to be able to preach to the often mindless masses, we must "Be true unto oneself." For the garden of Eden beckons to one and all and if we do not listen .. then, only shall we perish.

With the United Nations recently reporting that we are soon long overdue for an burgeoning bulge, not only on our bloated belly of a flailing and failing economy, as already sorely being silently witnessed and unjustifiably allowed.We are rip roaring ripe for a long standing. and sitting on our slackening asses, unconscious crisis of the lowest and impurest common denominator. By slaughtering our pet cow: Clarabelle, and roasting our pretty piglet: Prudence, we have moved further from our Goddess-sent roots than any feeling flower ever would have the pretty petal powered Godl-less gumption to do. We have lost touch with nature and nurture - one of the sanest and same - our true identity and real-ity. All in the nameless name of an impending population explosion due to announce itself in 2050 in the fearful form of 9.1 billion nutritionally and spiritually deprived people!

http://www.mfablog.org/2010/06/united-nations-global-shift-toward-vegan-diet-is-vital-to-save-the-world.html


The recently published U.N. report states:, "Impacts from agriculture are expected to increase substantially due to population growth, increasing consumption of animal products. Unlike fossil fuels, it is difficult to look for alternatives: people have to eat. A substantial reduction of impacts would only be possible with a substantial worldwide diet change, away from animal products." Time to stop chopping up our calves and start opening up our hearts. Carry water. Help our neighbour. Build a compost. Grow a garden instead of watering a useless lawn. Go for a relaxing bike-ride, rather than driving your over-sized polluting car to the big box store where we don't even know where the pesticide-laden killer tomato grows.

Must be how we met Chef Eric Rivkin and his rawk'n delights ... Close to 3 years ago, after my dear Mommy died, thanks to too many false diagnoses and poison pills prescribed by a sinful system that "knows not what it does", we looked into the loving face of a more humane society already creating itself. As we walked the naturally-scented woods of the beautiful UBC Endowment Lands: beginning to really take heed and notice our sumptuous surrounding. Picking free-growing blueberries, at nearby alive and buzzing Camosan Bog: synergy became more a part of our purifying lives and blossoming chain of endearing events, found freshly available and in plentiful abundance, therewithin. Lo and behold, one day, after biking downtown to Gorilla Food Cafe, we met up with Ellen Atkin, the promoter of Eric's upcoming living foods workshop, and next thing you know ... We were not only invited to attend, yet to assist in one rawstruck and enchanting endeavour of the hungriest and highest kind.


Each of us has a calling. Most creatures never discover what their own true potential is. The saddest thing is when we do not know that we can do something, we are someone important just because .... and we can support a world of conscious change with our un-heated efforts and divine inner discipline. This is what we all need to do if we dream of co-existing in a world inflated with rising oil costs, while silently watching the beautiful black blood being mindlessly sucked out of Mother Earth's vital veins and supernaturally orchestrated organs.Working together as a united alliance where all fabulous forces align into a finer and foreseeable future, filled with conscientious creative vision, inner hope and an unshakable belief in the vested powers of our own selves and the omnipotent power that infinitely flows through our sweetest and most sacred selves.



Kaelin and I are grateful to be supporting internationally acclaimed, raw food chef, Eric Rivkin, as we assist him in both Whistler and Vancouver, this joyful July. One delicious raw, vegan demo and two wondrously tasty workshops, where clients shall indulge their discerning taste-buds and get drunk on nature' s most intoxicating juices. Surely selling out of nut mylk bags and zucchini-slicing veggie spaghetti spirooli's. Referring to one more pure and precious page of Eric's bouncing baby of a bountiful book: "TO LIVE FOR," and skillfully dancing the soulful steps of once impoverished soul, now gratefully living the life of an instinctual and conscious being; meant to be eternally happy, healed and whole. After all and before anything else, isn't that what PEACE surely and deliciously is?

Katherine Marion
http://www.theagoranational.ca/  - 1st opening page!

P.S.

Evet the greatest poets, such as William Wordsworth knew ...

Due time for us all to write new and uplifting affirmations for our own loving life of poetry in magnificent motion!


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Wednesday, June 9, 2010

I Am A Flower

I am a flower

Leave me alone to touch the sun

Nature is my Mother

I need no one



I am a flower

Swayed only by the morning's breeze

Nature is my Mother

Upon her knees



I am a flower

Rooted to the soil that feeds me

Nature is my Mother

Setting me free.



I am a flower

Breathing in my fragrant perfume

Nature is my Mother

Keeping me in tune.




I am a flower

Dancing my own healing dance

Nature is my Mother

Our only chance.



I am a flower

Filling darkest skies with light

Nature is my Mother

Bold and bright.




I am a flower

Opening up to pass on my pollen

Nature is my Mother

Sweetly solemn.




I am a flower

Bending down to sleep this eve

Nature is my Mother

I do believe.



Katherine Marion



P.S.

I shot this pretty posie, as I walked with my young teen son. No blood. Just a camera and my beloved one.

Merely a week ago, this colored canvas stuck my eye. Transfixed, I allowed myself to be transported ...

After a day to defy all odds; with petty people pulling my heart strings, I am simply remembering the best of everything that truly brings me joy and causes the real world to truly sing!

K.M.












Saturday, June 5, 2010

Prayer For A Beloved Boy


Dream your innocent dreams

You and I finally left alone to live in peace


Dream your innocent dreams

Not much to ask are child-like wishes  such as these




Dream your innocent dreams

Forgive those whom have trespassed against us


Dream your innocent dreams

Forget what others point out with overwhelming fuss




Dream your innocent dreams

Remember only love when you so gently awaken


Dream your innocent dreams

Forget the nightmare of ever having been taken





Dream your innocent dreams

See the world for all it can be with you within it


Dream your innocent dreams

Paint your own pictures from where you safely sit




Dream your innocent dreams

A life you are creating with no outside interference


Dream your innocent dreams

Your compassion serves well as does  perserverance



Dream your innocent dreams

Hear voices that speak kindly and without malice


Dream your innocent dreams

Speak words of kindness to those unconsciously callous




Dream your innocent dreams

Touch other hearts with your stories of truth to be told


Dream your innocent dreams

Hold open your happy heart so that it may never grow old



Dream your innocent dreams

Trust the universe knows more than even wisest you


Dream your innocent dreams

Know that your prayers are  answered when you remain true!


Katherine Marion




P.S.

I captured this dreamy image of my sleeping Angel, just over a year ago, when we were living in N.Vancouver and continuously being harassed by The Ministry Of Children And, Families.

A mere few months before MCFD ilegally attempted to once, again, apprehend my son from Whole Foods in West Vancouver.

Since Kaelin had just turned 13, he now had a voice, and the governing powers had less power and he had more control of his own family affairs.

Can you believe that!

No matter, how much safer he might be, he ran and we hid in seclusion, for many months. Until Momma K got herself a top legal-aid lawyer with a fine reputation and a great sense of necessary humor.

Finally, the investigation was finished and our case was closed.,


Until, recently .,..

Two more claims concerning Kaelin enjoying  an innocent bubble bath and his magical Mommy "walking around naked."

Lordy, Lordy, leave us alone, fear-mongers.

Grab a pillow ...

Before you suffocate yourself and us with your lies and self-deceit.


Sleep well those whom know what they have done
Yet, not what they are ...


Some of us live in love.

Blesssing to you,

K2












Friday, June 4, 2010

The Empress Wears New Clothes


The Empress wears new clothes

naked underneath ...

What does royal blue, to you, sweetly bequeeth?




The Empress wears new clothes

hiding nary .,.

Why would her loyal subjects find this somehow, scary?




The Empress wears new clothes

stutting her stuff ...

Unto her Goddess-self,  how could another rebuff?




The Empress wears new clothes

sending out her song ...

Don't  sexy platform heels, unto her, belong?




The Empress wears new clothes

feeling her very best ...

Can you believe surgeons have never touched her breast?



The Empress wears her new clothes

creating a magical mirror ...

Do you know that where there is LOVE, lives not fear?




Katherine Marion


P.S.

The other day, with very little sleep, carrying too much choiceless chatter in my heavy head, and aching for the sun and some new clothes ... I tried on a few darling deva outfits at Bebe on Robson.

Voila!

Completely transformed.


So what if I am this spiritual gal!

I AM living in a physical reality and my body/mind told me to pay attention to my urges and allow my Goddess self to thrive!

Rather than to divide and allow unconsciousness to quickly conquer, I submitted to sensuality, sexuality and genuine female playfulness.

Here's to looking after the Woman in me, that calls out to dress-up, go out, be seen, flirt, enjoy and ingeniously employ whatever feminine wiles that I may, however I choose and when I deem divinely appropriate.

Done.


Deliciously Readying,

KATHERINE