Mia Watanabe
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Exploring the magic of the human existence through poetry, song, art & music through the lense of the KaHuna principles. KaHuna is an ancient Hawaiian temple massage & is a very powerful healing modality for shifting stuck energy & emotions
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Sunrise
Sunrise is the beginning of a new day. A fresh start. The sun comes beaming up over the pink or blue or orange ocean shining and ready for a new day. The sun will always shine. Are you always shining? Or are you more like the moon, waxing and waning in your fullness? Whether or not you’re more like the sun or the moon, remember that your light is infectious. When someone’s light is shining bright it’s hard to not catch on to this energy and shine with them.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Writers
An artful life
What is an artful life? Art is everything, it is the way we walk, talk, move, cook, laugh and smile. It can be in every moment. How you put together the food that you nourish your body with. Do you take time to make your food beautiful and present it in a way that makes you happy? Or do you burn it by accident because you’re not fully present or you’re thinking or working on something at the same time? Being present is the most important thing with art. You have to be in the now. If your mind is wandering and wondering “what else could I be doing right now” or thinking, thinking, thinking about a whole list of things you need to get done- washing, shopping, cooking for the week- then you’ll never be able to create art that is a representation of your soul on fire.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Writers
Hope
It’s important to have hope. That feeling deep inside of you that tells you everything is going to be okay. And it will be. But sometimes you have to go through the sludge first. Sometimes you have to get through the darkness. In order to find the light. Sometimes you need to deeply know the ice coldness of dread so you can fully appreciate the golden glow of the sunshine. Softly touching your skin. Kissing your face. Diving into the sky blue ocean sparkling under the suns rays.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Writers
Remembering me
Manic. Panic. Fear washing over me. Begging to be free. Of the pain. The tremendously terrifying terrors. Remembering all of the errors of my life. Strife. Straining to stay sane. Insane in the membrane. Lost my brain. Lost my mind. Mindless wandering. Straying from the path of sanity. Depravity. Gravity weighing me down. Feels like I’ll drown. In the sea of the ocean of my emotions. Washing over me. Waves of sadness. Breaking and washing into shore. Dissipating but never disappearing. Energy is neither created nor destroyed. Energy is e-motions. Energy in motion. Grief. Anger. Rage. Ravenous inside of me. Eating me alive. Muscles and bones aching. Faking a smile. Feelings stacked up in a big pile. Unsorted and unspoken. Pain. Rain. A storm. Deep inside. Empty inside. Trying to hide. From the world. From myself. My poor mental health. My poor body. Thinning down to skin and bones. Jawline jaggered. Staggering around. Skating on thin ice. Walking on the sharp blade of sanity. Slicing my feet on it trying to balance. Balance. I do not have it. Trying not to fall. But fallen I have. Deep into a hole. And there’s no getting out. Trying to shout. But I lose my voice. I am lost. I can’t find my way out. Help me. But I can’t speak. Lethargy leaking out of me. Depression seeping from the core of me. Heavy. Hindered. The remainder of me is starving. Not eating. Empty. There is nothing left of me. Zombie. Walking dead. Legs weighed down by lead. Stuck in my body. And stuck in my mind. Stuck in my head. Stuck in bed. Crying. Feels like I’m dying. Lying. To myself. Chaos. A terrible typhoon horrifically howling in the night. Fragile with fright. Fearfully frozen. Wind and rain slashing the windows. Thunder and lightning cracking and crumbling. Tumbling down on me. A cyclone of psychotic thoughts. Endless lists of diseases and infections. My whole body infected by my mind. Stained and tainted. Almost fainted. Faintly walking through the world. The wind howling through my body. Like a rock worn away by the sharp breeze. Misty autumn feeling. Coming into winter. Cold. Craving warmth. But all I got was skinny love. Unloved. Unwanted. Rejected. Unprotected. Psychic attack. Under attack. Gun shots going off in my mind. A war ravaging within me. Death. Disaster. Devastated. Denial. I’m stuck in the thick of it all. Stuck in the mud. Sticky. Wicked. Stuck in the thick sludge. Trudging through. Holding a grudge. Against myself. Poor me. My heart is so sore. I wanted so much more. Wind slashing my face. Chest lacerated like lace. Beautifully broken. Broken into 2019 little pieces. Scattered in tatters in the mess of the wake of your tornado. I let myself go. Let my sacred waters flow. Dressed myself in a gown of sadness. Misery and madness. I have gone mad. Who am I? Eyes wild. Inner child. Broken. From words unspoken. 12 years of my life lost. Another year lost in a crazy haze. Stuck in the maze. Can’t get out. Mad. Sad. Demons inside of me. Something is attached to me. Sucking the life out of me. A fire raging in my stomach. Burning my insides. My brain feels fried. Feels like I’ve died. I lied. I cried. I did not abide. Can I get better? I don’t have the capacity. To feel better. Think better. Do better. Be better. I just want to be better. Does it even matter? Do I matter? My mind is scattered. A broken jigsaw. Smashed together in altered attempts to put it back together. But I forgot the design. What was I making? What was I doing? I forgot the artwork that I am. Who am I? I can’t recognise my face. Everything feels like a race. Speedy. Sped up. On fast forward. What was I doing? What is my existence. Existential crisis. Crisis. Jesus Christ. What is going on? Who am I? I lost myself. Completely. Was broken down into dust. Drifting on the breeze. Sifting out only dark thoughts. I must. I must. So I did. 000. Ambulance sirens wailing. Woke up in a daze. I am alive. Life. It is worth living. Giving. And taking. Or rather receiving. To receive. To give. To live. Live life. Feel life. Love. Kindness. Care. I’m ready to share. My experience. Hypnosis. Hypnotised. Hypothesised. Memorised. Mesmerised. It was my demise. Read. Read. Read. Thought. Thought. Thought. Thinking. Sinking. Drowning. With dread. I was dead. Empty. I emptied it all out. I felt clear. Crystal clear. Clear quartz. Removing negative energy. Energy healing. A great remembering. But first. Prognosis. Psychosis. Treatment. Medicate. Meditate. Draw. Sing. Connect. Play. Write stories. Story-telling. Whispering not yelling. Not look at me. But see me. Poetic proses so perfectly projected. Protected. Connected. All of me. Mind. Body. And soul. Feeling whole. Hear me. But hear me gently. Wonderfully weaving words together in a symphony of sounds, shapes and spirals. Winding and finding my path. Singing and bringing myself back to life. Resuscitate. CPR on my heart. It is art. Finding my craft. Like a raft boat. Saving me from the sinking ship. The ocean roaring beneath me. Breathing life back into me. Breathe it in. Right down into your heart chakra. Green love energy. Cosmic. Earthly. Rebirthing. Remembering. Retracing my steps. Rediscovering. Remember who you are. Remember the stars. The moon. The sun. Sunshine through the green glow of the leaves blowing softly in the breeze. Golden warmth on soft skin. Swimming under the first wave in springtime bliss. A kiss from the ocean. Diving deep. Blue envelopes me. Caressing my whole body. A softness surrounds me. Calming me. The rhythmic motion of the waves rocking my emotions into stillness. Quiet. Light whispers of seashells tinkling. Fairies and mermaids. Magic and play. Remember your inner child. Remember you. Remember your magic. Yours alone. Remember your soul. Your spirit. Remember me. Me. Who am I now? I am love. I am light. I am free. Free to be me. With all of my kooky craziness. It’s not laziness. ADHD. My mind is differently wired. Conspired against me. Procrastination. Distractions. Alcohol. Trauma. Years. Healing. Feeling. Doing. Being. Freeing. No longer freezing in the ice storm of a broken heart. A broken soul. A broken body. A broken mind. Now I understand my heart. Understand my soul. Understand my body. Understand my mind. Understand my journey. Stand under my ego. Let go. Release. Breathe out. Breathe in. Let it in. Open your heart. Open your mind. Open your soul to the magic of the universe. Say yes to life. Accept it all. Accept my mind. Accept my body. Body positivity. I see the path forward. The path out. The path in. Tell your stories. Tell them to the world. Share. Unsheathing layers of myself. Emerging. Blossoming. Blooming. An abundant garden fruiting in the summertime. Succulent. Fresh mulberries and mangoes. Sweet and juicy. Life is juicy. Life is good. I am good. Better than good. Amazing. A zing in my step. And a bounce in my bottom. No longer rock bottom. I am out of the hole. I am thriving. No longer just surviving. Now I can see. Now I can speak. Now I can move. I can breathe. I can walk. I can dance. I can sing. I can draw. I can write. Write until there are no words left inside of me. No longer empty but energy in motion. So many synchronistic serendipities. So many things to be grateful for. Doors are opening for me and I am walking through them. I love life. I love me. I am free. I am alive. And what a beautiful adventure that is.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Poets
Another year around the sun
Another year around the sun. Today is my 32nd birthday. I can’t believe it. And the thing I have learnt the most this year is patience. Patience to know that things will get better, that I will find myself again, that I will be thriving once again. And now I am, thriving. Not simply surviving. Not caught up in the chaos of my mind and the pain of my body. I have cleared a lot of darkness out of my system and what remains is pure joy and love. It’s a wonderful feeling. Blossoming and blooming like a flower.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Writers
Brief moment of connection
My body is aching for healing. I need help, help to see how to get through the darkness. I’m searching but I just can’t seem to find what I’m looking for. I feel like I’m seeking for the keys to my success inside a pitch black room, desperately clutching at objects trying to find my way out. I feel like I’ve fallen into a hole and have no means to get out. I have lost my voice and lost myself. I need someone to come and help me out of here.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Psyche
Clitopatra
She is zooming through space on her vulva space-boat, flaps sailing in the cosmic wind. Her pink clitoris outfit is picking up the rainbow glow of the stars and the moon. She is at the helm of the ship, steering with passion and pride. She is Clitopatra! The Goddess of the Vivacious Vulvas, the Queen of the Yummy Yoniverse. And she is on a mission, a mission to destroy all men.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Fiction
Living courageously
How does one live courageously? It might be showing up for your heart and soul in ways that set them on fire. It might be booking in that dance class where you know no one, to live courageously is to do things that you are uncomfortable with but do them with pride and power. When we act in a powerful way, we are telling the universe we are strong and stable and that nothing can hinder our success. We move through the world in a different kind of way when we are living courageously, opportunities open like fresh doors of change. And it’s up to us to step through them.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Writers
Boundaries
Boundaries are clear affirmations of your personal and spiritual truth. It could be creating space between you and another person who is taking too much from you. It could be saying “NO” when it resonates deeply with your soul. Instead of denying that gut feeling inside of you and saying a “yes” or a “maybe”. When we say no to something that doesn’t align with us, we are staying true to ourselves and our path.
By Mia Watanabeabout a year ago in Writers
