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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Akua Lilinoe...


Monday, October 15, 2018

Hungry Birds...




The Original Hungry Birds...

Seven...


Maka...


Friends in High Places...

Love...


The Heavens Darkened...
The Torrential Tears Fell...
The Blinding Lightening Heralded...
The Arrival of Thunder...
As the 'Apapane Emerged...
Witnessing Chiefess Manono...
Standing over the Body of Her Beloved...
Among Scattered and Strewn Scarlet Bloodied Feathers...
Before She Herself was Battle Slain...
Dying Words Set Free...
"Mālama Kō Aloha..."
"Keep Your Love..."

Waiting...


As Heaven's Night...
Silently Arrives...
I Shall Be Waiting...
For You...

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Zen...


How to Meditate to Rock Music 101...

Empathy...


To be Honest, I was pretty Horrified too...

Trapped...


Feeling a little boxed in, are we?

Ahonui...


Patience, enduring, long suffering...

Ho'omana...


No'ono'o...


Reflection...

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Ascension...


Kahiko...


Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Not Funny...


Sometimes when I go deep into the forest all by myself, I like to practice telling my lamest jokes out aloud. Because after I tell my joke, all I hear are crickets. It builds up my thick skin and self-confidence...

Love...


She works so Tirelessly...
To Bring Home Sustenance...
To Sustain her Lāhui...
To Serve her Queen...

Mr. Pentagon...


Ke Hoa...


Little Maka...

Monday, October 1, 2018

Hoa Aloha...


Another new Friend today...

Friends...


Today I went to visit Keaīwa Heiau in 'Aiea Heights, a sacred medicinal and healing temple. About twenty years ago, about the time my first son was born, a small group of us planted a red 'ōhi'a lehua tree next to the heiau. I remember the small ceremony. Digging the hole. Placing a small red fish into the hole before the rootball of the sapling went in. We were all grateful to restore a tree that once thrived there, and still resides further up the mountain.

I last saw it about three years ago and it was so tall that I almost didn't recognize it as the tree we had planted. It was so large and beautiful with blossoms. I had participated in yet another small ceremony at Keaīwa helping gifted people clear pathways from mauka to makai to help trapped wandering Souls finally ascend and return home.

They left in a Spirit procession all the way down to Pearl Harbor where we ended the day in another ceremony. Mo'oinanea even showed up to assist in the endeavor. It was humbling and memorable. I remember that lehua tree vividly.

I stopped by today as I had wanted to eventually capture a photo of Elliott next to the tree since they are about the same age. 

To my shock, the tree was gone, and only a circular patch of dirt was left in the grass where it once stood. I was speechless. I don't know what happened. I kind of wandered around aimlessly for awhile after that. Kind of numb and in a daze.

That is until I came across this Beautiful bee having her lunch which consisted of the oozing sap from one of the many Pine trees in the park. It was Amazing to stumble upon her, as I kept her company while she harvested the sweet sugary goodness. 

She was very kind and accommodating of my curiosity and intrusion so close to her while she worked. I lamented to her, and shared the story of the 'ohi'a lehua tree we had planted twenty-years ago and how it was suddenly gone.

She then shared with me that her Life expectancy was unknown, maybe a few months, but she was sure of one thing, that she would surely not live beyond six months. The whole time spent working feverishly for the Greater Good, for her entire Life.

She then shared that for twenty years, that lehua tree provided sublime Beauty to this special sacred area. The Beautiful delicate blossoms fed thousands of her bee companions over the decades and brought sweetness and meaning to their daily work and lives. Visitors to the heiau photographed the inspiring flowers. Birds sought refuge in her tall branches. Kūpuna, or elders, sought shade and respite from the sweltering Sun under her expansive branches and leaves. All was good in the end. 

I apologized for my selfishness. It quickly put everything into perspective for me. For she possesses a truly Ephemeral Life. Savor each precious moment. Don't focus on, dwell upon, or overly lament the many losses in this Life. They are part of the Richness of Experiences of this Sacred Journey of the Soul.

Mourn. Grieve. Lament. Move on. Never forget. But move on in humble gratitude for the amount of precious fleeting time spent together, whether long or short. And always with Love...

I have such Treasured and Beautiful memories of that bright red lehua tree. The planting. The astonishment decades later. The adjacent memorable ceremonies. And now that my Lehua is gone, meeting another little Beautiful friend whom I would have never met but for my aimless grief stricken wandering.

As we parted ways, and I thanked her for the quick poignant lesson, I sadly said, "You know, we may never see each other again in this Life, just knowing how busy we both are, and how time flies and all."

She smiled, and replied, "Oh don't worry. Love is Eternal. We Shall see each other again. Many, many times. I Promise..."

I then walked back to my car. I marveled at the massive Kukui tree standing there, not far from where our Beloved 'ōhi'a lehua tree once stood.  It was still there, massive, standing strong, growing. I am sure he too missed his Beautiful companion who shared his Life in the Sun and in the Rain. Sharing intimate whispers at Night of whatever secrets such trees share with each other. 

And when I looked at that now empty space, I could still see that lehua tree. In all of her Beautiful brilliance. She still stood so strong and noble. Still there in Memory. Still there in my Heart. Still there in Sacred Irrepressible Spirit. For Love Truly is Eternal. Mahalo Ke Akua...

Maka...


Sunday, September 30, 2018

Flight...


He Hulu Kumu...


Hula...


The Moon at Mauna 'Ala...


Pauahi Lani Nui...





Presence...


'Olu...


Grace...

Saturday, September 29, 2018

Maka...


'Ūniki...


Hula...


Kahiki...


Mamo...


Friday, September 28, 2018

Love...


Cradled in the Embrace...
Of Hāloanakalaukapalili...
Kāne Holds Mauna-a-Wākea...
Close to His Heart...
In the Snowy Bosom of Poli'ahu...

Thursday, September 27, 2018

Dreams...


Only in Dreams...
Do I Come to Know...
And Understand...
Beautiful You...

Maka'ala...


Alert, vigilant, watchful...

After the Rain...


Pilialoha...


Beloved Companionship...

Neighbors...


This morning I woke up and wondered, "Who are the people in my Neighborhood?"

Hō'ike ā Maka...


To Reveal in the Light...

Wednesday, September 26, 2018

No'ono'o...


If Just for a Day...
How Would They Feel?

PIcnic...


This tiny tree was less than an inch tall. It was the perfect place for the Ladybugs to gather and have their Annual Ladybug Picnic...

Ke Ao...


Enlightened...

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Everlasting...


I made a new friend today. This grasshopper would not let me anywhere near him at first. He scooted around a leaf to the opposite side when he first saw me. I went to the opposite side and startled him, as he quickly moved back to where he first was trying to hide from me again. Every time I moved, he would move, trying futilely to hide from me and my camera. Around and around we both went. When I saw his hind legs flex, as if he was about to launch into the thick deep tall grasses, I quickly backed off and tried to calm the energy in the air down. Then he relaxed and we started our merry-go-round again.

Exasperated, I finally backed off and let him know that I had no intention of hurting him. I meant him no harm and apologized for stressing him out to begin with. I let him know that I wasn't trying to catch him to feed him to my pet Jackson's Chameleon because I didn't have a pet Jackson's Chameleon or any other hungry grasshopper-eating pet. 

He seemed to calm down and as I slowly approached him, he stayed put for the first time, just watching me intently. I then asked him if he would stay very still so I could take a portrait of him to put his face on Facebook and the Internet. He asked me what Facebook was. I said it was a Social Media Platform where people post photos and videos of themselves, others and life around them to show the World how they want the World to see them, and remember them after they are gone. It is a means to validate a Life, or so we all would like to think.

He quieted down and became somewhat somber. I asked him what was wrong. He quietly said that he may only live a few months, at the most, maybe one year if he doesn't get eaten by a bird or lizard before then. He said that he really didn't have much of a Life.

He then asked me about the Internet. I explained the best I could. I let him know what a "Digital Footprint" was and said that if he let me capture his portrait, that he would be on the Internet forever. Children and artists and others might search for "Grasshopper" decades or centuries from now, and his photo would be one of many to appear. Some creative Beauty added to the World may come directly from inspiration from his photo, from his Beauty, long after he is gone. A little bit of Healing for a World that who knows, Centuries from now, may need a Beautiful photo of a grasshopper. A photo of him. To keep the Awe and Wonderment of the Beauty and Fragility of Life going in the Hearts of young and old everywhere.

I could see a Twinkle in his eye. He said that I was the first human he ever met. He said he spent his whole life in a tall patch of grass and bushes only as far as his little eye could see. He always wondered what was beyond.

I showed him my phone screen and wondrous things in the World. He was speechless and quiet. Then he said that he felt so naive and deprived of a much larger World. I then Googled "Grasshopper" and showed him many, many grasshopper photos. He studied each one carefully, searching for a familiar face, but most of all for his Mother, who he said that he hadn't seen since birth. No luck. He didn't recognize any of the grasshoppers in any of the photos.

It was then that he agreed to let me take his photo. I told him that I would hopefully make him look as Beautiful as he was to me, as he truly was. He lamented that he didn't have any eyelids and that he always looked "surprised" according to his grasshopper friends. I told him he had really Beautiful eyes, even though the wide-eyed "psycho stare" of he and all of his friends is a little creepy and unnerving. We both laughed until we both had side pains.

I then quickly captured him. His image that is. I let him know that I would post his photo and that I wouldn't make up a big story about him, about how exciting his Life is for Facebook. About the giant birds that tried to eat him, that he valiantly fought off with fierce ninja kicks. About the time he jumped in the air so high that he touched the clouds. Or the time he ate two-pounds of grass at one sitting to win an eating contest. I would simply tell the truth about his simple Life.

I let him know that he doesn't need all the excitement and wonder and drama. Yes, he will live his entire Life on his little grassy plot without much excitement or adventure. Yes, he is one of billions of other grasshoppers. But the fact that he is Here. Alive. Kind. Compassionate. Humble. Grateful. And knows Love. A Merciful Love that doesn't seek to Kill and Destroy him. That is the Greatest Miracle of Life in and of itself. That is something he can be Proud of. That makes him Unique and Special. Truly One in a Trillion.

So this post is for you my Beautiful Little Grasshopper Friend. Thank you for your company on a hot sweltering day. Thank you for Trusting me with your Life to not jump away and flee. Thank you for being Honest about your simple uneventful Life.

For it Truly is a most Beautiful Miraculous Life indeed. Cherish and Savor each moment, big and small. Exciting or mundane. And you Shall Live Forever. In my Heart, Mind and Soul. As I Shall Live Forever in yours. We Shall Never Perish with Everlasting Life...

Lauhala...