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Thursday, July 2, 2020

Willful...


The other night, while scarfing down my salad, a small piece of lettuce fell onto our dining room table. When I looked at it, I realized to my horror, that the lettuce didn't fall. He jumped. He was dazed with a mild concussion but gratefully survived. 

After a few days of bedrest in the refrigerator, he fully recovered. We had a small celebratory party and then I ate him...

Blessings...


Some years ago, a friend of mine went down to Waipi'o Valley to visit a family property. He came back out of the valley and then called me the next morning. As we talked, he mentioned someone's name, a man who was living down there now. 

He asked me if I knew him. I said his name didn't sound familiar. He then said, "Well, he knew of your father, The Colonel, and when I mentioned that I was down there checking on the property for you, he was excited." I laughed, and said, "What?"

He continued, "Well, I mentioned that I was there on behalf of The Colonel's son, Kai Markell. He then exclaimed, 'Oh my God! Kai! That man saved my life years ago! 

Intrigued, my friend asked him how. He replied, "I was stuck in the middle of Ka'u around midnight, with no lights and a broken down car. I gave up hope. Then along comes Kai and he drives past, then does a U-Turn and he ended up driving me home."

I laughed when I heard that story. I asked again, "What was his name?" For the life of me I didn't remember that event. It had to have occurred over twenty-two years ago when I was living on Hawai'i Island for awhile after law school. 

I said, "How embarrassing. I don't remember right now that incident."

My friend said, "Well, he remembers you!" We both laughed. I felt horrible.

It took some reflection, and slowly the vague fog of time dissipated and the memory creeped back in. I must have driven to Kona over the Saddle Road during the day, and then decided to drive around the Southern portion of the island to return back to Volcano.

I remember driving along that dark long stretch of road past Punalu'u and Pahala, when I passed a car in the dark. I could only make out a solitary figure next to an open hood as I sped by focused on the endless road. The blackest of nights and most desolate stretch of road in a truly rural area.

I remember my na'au told me to turn around. I did. I met a man who was standing by his car in the dark. We spoke and he shared his predicament. I offered to drive him home after we locked up and secured his car. We spoke at length during the ride and he was super appreciative when I dropped him off.

I never gave that night a second thought. 

However, after hearing about his man and how he so remembered that dark night, and his desperation and apprehension, I realized that sometimes we do small acts of compassion and kindness, that can leave a much larger lasting impression on the recipient than we realize.

I then thought about all the bright points of Light, Kindness, Compassion and Love that so many people in my Life Blessed me with, which altered the course of my Life Forever.

Like a 5th Grade teacher, Mrs. Gima, who praised my ability to read through so many school books so quickly and comprehend them. Which then sparked my interest in having my Mother take me to the local library to check out Hardy Boys Mysteries each week where I consumed each story with great anticipation. Then other books. That led to my Love of reading. Which led to my Love of Writing. Which led me to right here.

I don't think Mrs. Gima would remember one complimentary encouraging comment to one little boy in a class of a hundred, and in successive years of thousands of little lives she touched in various ways.

But I remember. I will never forget.

Be Kind. Compassionate. Encouraging. Patient. Loving and Caring with Each Other.

You never know how your Light will positively impact another Human's Soul Journey here, and help them as they Remember who they Truly Are, on the dark paths of this World and in this Life. 

As we All collectively Remember who we Are, and how to find our way Home...

Sparkle your Beautiful Bright Loving Radiance all over this place. All over this World...

Much Love...

Always...

Saturday, June 27, 2020

Balanced...



Ke Ao...
Ka Pō...
Lōkahi...

Hula is Love...



Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Presence...


Increasingly, as I offer my Prayers each morning, and night, I bear witness to the Presence of Beautiful Divine Affirmations of the Loving Presence of God. Of Angels. Of Ancestors. Of Guardians. Of 'Aumakua. Of Celestial Beings.

Always just Observing. Supporting. Encouraging. Listening. Loving.

Never Judging.

And that is Simply the most Beautiful Part of it All...

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Father's Day...


I hadn't planned on posting anything really for Father's Day as I truly believe we must remember, appreciate and Love all those in our Lives on a daily basis rather than in preplanned scheduled commercialized constructs. I do understand, however, the modern value of setting aside and designating periodic celebrations throughout the year in which the collective can help lift each other up in the shared and relatable sentiments.

However, I came across this photo of my father when he was ten-years old in New York. It was September, 1944. His Birthday month. He had a hard life after his parent's divorced in an ugly event and the siblings were split up. He told me that there were times when he was so hungry that he and his twin sister would go hide in the basement and eat the dog biscuits. He does look a little gaunt in this photo. I am not sure if it was hot, or he didn't have a nice birthday shirt.

Then I came across the other collage of photos, 70 years after the first photo and right before he turned 80 years-old. 

I had put the photo collage together because we had just arrived back in Hawai'i after rescuing him from a Care Home in Maryland and flying him straight home from Dulles International Airport, and his new wife's attorney was calling and emailing me with legal and police threats for "kidnapping" my own father. 

I actually sent her the photo collage and told her that it wasn't just "Proof of Life" but it was "Proof of a Beautiful Life." See you in court...

I remember when my wife picked my father and I up at the airport when we landed. I was so mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted that I was ready to cry. The whole 48-hour trip was intense from beginning to end. I had landed early Saturday morning in D.C. and couldn't sleep that night as I picked my father up at about 3:00 that Sunday morning, then straight to the airport.

Even on the airplane, where we were in 1st Class because they were the last two seats open when I booked that were next to each other. I had to block my father in next to the window seat so he wouldn't try to stand up with his combative dementia and cause a Federal incident on the aircraft.

I remember when we arrived home, I held his arm, to stabilize him, as he walked slowly to the front entrance of our apartment building. We slowly went in to the elevators and then up and into the apartment. 

His two grandsons were waiting eagerly. They hugged and embraced him as he smiled. I honestly wasn't sure how much my father remembered them. That he even had grandsons. Such is the devastation of dementia.

I took him straight to the shower because I knew he loved to be clean always. He had a rough time in the airplane bathroom with the two of us squeezed inside, with me trying to change his diaper and clean him up with the baby-wipes. 

So I got him undressed and helped him lift his stiff leg up slowly over the edge of the bathtub, while he tried to maintain his unsteady balance, then dropped my clothes and got inside with him. 

As I washed his head with the hot water and the shower spray, he suddenly was in his familiar element. I soaped him up and shampooed his hair. He loved it, using his own hands to scrub himself and I scrubbed him with the washcloth. Two grown men squeezed into the shower, soap and suds everywhere. I even managed to shave his face clean, ridding him of the raggedly gray stubble that he disliked so much before.

It was then that I remembered how my father told me about a time when his own father was in the hospital and weak. He said the nurse was trying to give his father a sponge bath, but my father asked if he could give him a regular shower and the nurses agreed.

My father described how he had taken my grandfather into the hospital shower and undressed him, and himself, and then washed his father's frail body in the shower. He was always amazed and moved by that remembrance. Here I was, repeating the same situation with my own father. I was filled with emotion reflecting upon his words, and the full-circle of Life. I had to wonder, myself, if one day, one of my own sons would be holding me up in the shower, washing down my body.

Later, after the shower, I was so exhausted, I just wanted to sleep. My father wasn't tired however. He couldn't sit still and kept slowly walking around the living room and kitchen, looking at, and touching things, picking them up, then putting them back down.

I could see my wife was a little alarmed and trying to motion to me to get him to stay out of the kitchen. He would stick his hands inside his sweatpants and adjust his diaper from time- to-time, which she noticed. She kept everything immaculately clean and was somewhat of a germaphobe. 

There wasn't anything suitable to eat as we didn't have time to plan before I left for DC on short notice. I decided that I would take my father for a drive to get him out of the cramped apartment, listen to music, get some fresh air and get him a vanilla milkshake and cheeseburger which had always been his favorite food, until I could eventually go food shopping for milk, cereal, meat and other basics.

My father had not spoken more than two words at a time, on the entire Journey, since I first first saw him at the Care Home all the way home to Honolulu. He sometimes tried to talk, but couldn't find the words or coordinate his speech well enough. We communicated non-verbally with lots of smiles and gestures.

I remember when we finally came back home after about two hours out driving around. We parked and were walking towards the front door of our building. Slow unsteady step by slow unsteady step. It took about a minute to walk ten-feet.

When I opened the front door to the building, he hesitated for a moment and looked at me. I said, "Come on dad, we are Home. Come inside."

He slowly walked through as I smiled and waved at the Security Guard sitting there. 

We then turned the corner and I pushed the elevator button in the lobby while we waited.

When the doors opened, I looked over at him, motioning for him to go in, and he started backing up. He looked at the open elevator door, and then back at me. His face turned red and angry, and he stuttered out...slowly... "Son...of...bitch!" I looked at him shocked.

He then looked back at the elevator door and back at me...confused.

I realized that he didn't know where he was and must have thought that I had taken him back to the Care Home to put him away again.

I said, "Come on dad. This is home."

He then backed up and turned, and shuffling two or three steps at a time, made his way away from me, and to the front door and slowly made his way out, while I followed him. 

The Security Guard had just gotten up to do his rounds and turned to see my father and I emerge. My father was still a little red-faced, and he started slowly walking towards the guard, and extended his arm somewhat and said, slowly and stuttering, ".....Help mmmmee....."

The guard looked past my father at me, a little perplexed, and I just looked at him and smiled and nodded. The guard smiled at my dad and turned to leave on his rounds.

My father slowly shuffled towards the gate that leads out onto the street. The guard stayed and held it open for my father, as he walked through. I passed the guard, smiled and thanked him. He nodded and smiled back. 

I ended up slowly walking and following my father, as he slowly made his way down the sidewalk, pausing at times to look back at me, and then around at his surroundings. Then slowly shuffling some more.

At one point, when we reached the corner of the block, he looked back at me, and then forward down the street. He said, stutteringly and strained again, "My....father's.....hhhhouse..."

It was as if he was ten-years old again. In the fog of not knowing where he was. Desperately looking for a familiar street. A familiar tree. A familiar building. A familiar house. His father's house. Home.

And so we walked. He slowly turned the corner of our block and slowly walked up the sidewalk again stopping every few feet as he looked all around. People passed by us walking along their busy missions in Life. He would stop, peer up at them, opening his mouth in an attempt to speak words that never arrived. The people would just keep walking by as I smiled at them.

It had taken us about 45-minutes to walk halfway around the block. He finally stopped on the corner, exhausted and exasperated. He would look up at me, and his face would contort with emotion and confusion. Then he would look around again. 

We stood there for another fifteen-minutes. Finally, I walked over to him. I put my hand on his shoulder. He looked in my eyes as I did his. I said, "Dad. This is it. We are Home. You are Home."

He slowly grabbed my hand, and we walked, slowly, together, back to our apartment building.

We passed the Security Guard on the way into the building and he smiled and nodded at me when I quietly mouthed the words, "Thank You..."

We made it upstairs and prepared the bedroom where my Dad and I would sleep together on a Queen bed. My wife and our two sons would be sequestered in the other bedroom together with a locked door. Grandfather seemed very different from the man they had last seen some years ago when their Grandmother died.

I got my father dressed for bed and took him to the bathroom but he didn't have to go. I changed his diaper again as it was a little soaked. I got him situated on the bed next to me, tucked him in with pillows and blankets, turned the fan on, and closed the bedroom door and passed out in an instant. 

In the middle of the night, more like 2:00am in the morning, I was awoken from the deepest sleep I can recall in my Life, by my wife in the dark. It took all of my energy to wake my Soul from the deepest darkest place of Peace it had ever found.

I strained to focus my eyes on the silhouette of my wife in the dark, as she hurriedly whispered, "Wake up! Your father is in the kitchen! You have to get up! Now!"

I climbed out of bed exhaustedly as she quickly retreated and disappeared back into the boys' room and locked the door.

I went into the living room and in the darkness, saw my father, standing motionless in the hallway next to the kitchen. I turned on the hallway light as I approached him. 

He was standing there, motionless, catatonic, with his sweatpants and diapers around his ankles, filled with excrement. He had also urinated apparently all over the floor as their was a large puddle slowly spreading out.

I was at a loss. My brain was so exhausted at that point, from no sleep for the past two days and all the nerves, stress, drama, excitement, apprehension and ultimate elation and relief. I just wanted to close my eyes and shut down right there. Just lay down and pass out on the floor wishing it would all just somehow be alright.

I got my father's feet out of his soiled clothes and guided him slowly into the bathroom and into the tub. I then ran back out and wiped and cleaned everything up as quick as I could. I threw away his sweatpants too. Everything.

I came back and got into the shower with him and we went through the the whole routine again. By then, it was almost four in the morning. I could feel my hand and arms shaking from exhaustion and my head was dizzy and spinning as I found myself unstable on my own feet.

I got my father back to bed and closed the door and laid down next to him, blacking out almost immediately.

By the time I woke, the Sunlight was streaming in on our faces. I slowly opened my eyes, turned my head and looked over at my father lying next to me, wondering if the whole past 72 hours had just been a dream. Yet, there he was. Home with me.

And I knew that my father had many, many times in my Life, cleaned my own excrement and urine off of me, and off of him as well. He had laid his body down next to mine, in sickness and in despair. To make sure I was Alright.

He opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at me. He then slowly grabbed my hand, and lifted it to his mouth as he kissed it. Then he smiled the biggest smile I had seen in decades.

It was Alright. We would somehow get through this. And we did. 

Those next six-months of our Lives together before he passed from this World, were the most intense, draining, emotional, challenging and arduous times we ever experienced together. That ended up making them the most precious, valuable and memorable six-months together. More than my entire 50-years with him.

Because Love Never Ends. Even beyond the Veil.

Love you Father. Miss you. Happy Father's Day...

We Got This...

Always Have...

Always Will...

Stand...


Simply Stand...
In Your...
Beautiful Power...
With Love...

Thursday, June 18, 2020

No Nā Mamo...


For the Children...

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Welo...


Heritage...

Monday, June 15, 2020

Spirit...


I stumbled upon this old photo from thirteen-years ago taken at Punalu'u/Nino'ole where a wave crashed right under the adjacent heiau where offerings of i'a, or fish, were often left...

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Remembering...


I stumbled upon this photograph from 2012 that someone took with my camera. I am not sure whom but am very grateful. It is hard for me to look at myself here, not so much because I often dislike any photos of myself, which is a whole other issue, but because when I look at myself standing here, I see a proverbial "Dead Man Walking."

I had just started working with Kahu Kaleo Patterson and others in bringing and documenting the observance of mostly traditional Makahiki ceremonies with the pa'ahao at the Hālawa Correctional Facility. So many people collectively put their love, sweat and tears into the effort. 

Over time, severe restrictions on what could and what could not occur during the ceremonies, what could be brought in and utilized, the limits of the photography and identifying pa'ahao, slowly changed for the better over time as trust was built within the facility, administration and with the participants. The program is still moving Beautifully forward, as Waiawa Correctional Facility was also revived, and connections to other facilities here and on the continent continue to evolve and change with a host of caring individuals. 

There have been continued challenges, but the effort is too important not only for the pa'ahao, guards and facility, but for the families of these men suffering on the outside. Especially the children. I am forever grateful to Kahu Patterson for the experiences and bonds made.

When I look at this photo however, I had put my camera down and availed myself of the opportunity to speak with the men. As always, I let Spirit dictate what flows from my mouth, as well as any accompanying emotions and tears.

At this time, I was sharing stories about redemption, about choices in life, about the power of words, and about being a strong Hawaiian man, father, son, brother, husband and kanaka. I was sharing the mo'olelo of Kamehameha and Keawemauhili, in the epic tale of Kekuhaupi'o, and the significance of the black and white stones, about choices of war or peace. Death and Life.

About the power in our words and thoughts, in the stones we give to each other, and the stones we give to ourselves. It was an early Makahiki where the pa'ahao alaka'i, Wendell, who learned and led the protocol for the day, showed me the Beautiful Butterfly that had landed on his outstretched arm as he prepared for the commencement of the protocol. 

A newly emerged Butterfly, slowly opening and closing its dampened wings, as it found a refuge, a pu'uhonua, on Wendell's arm in the middle of this concrete fortress. The hō'ailona, or spiritual message, was so evidently awesome and clear. It merged right into the sharing with the men.

That all of us can choose to be a different and new person. Right here. Right now. To emerge from a chrysalis of a lifetime of behaviors, attitudes, anger, hurt, insecurity, and any other state of being, and truly change and emerge anew. To take flight in Life like you never could have imagined. The choice was, and still is, always ours.

As I often begin such talks, I often let people know that I will be letting words flow out of my mouth that the ancestors and guides give me, for them to hear, in this moment. Right here and right now. Explaining that we have a short precious time together, and some of us may never cross paths again in this Life. Not to be grim or fatalistic, but to acknowledge the truth of the matter and to make the most of the sharing. Little did I know that this almost became my last sharing.

This was April of 2012 and we were behind in the closing of the Makahiki Season because of logistical issues with the facility. It was, however, a powerfully healing ceremony ultimately as many of the participants, especially those of Native Hawaiian ancestry, had never practiced their culture, spoke their language, or ever felt connected to their history, identity or ancestors.

I remember on different occasions, at Hālawa and Waiawa, men, young and old, shedding tears in front of everyone, when speaking about how it was the first time they ever felt proud to be Hawaiian. The first time someone ever told them something positive about themselves. Some having lived only twenty-five years. Some having already lived sixty-five years. The awakening and reconnections caused my own tears of gratitude to flow.

When I look at this photo, I also see myself talking to myself. I could have easily been sitting there, incarcerated, and not having the amazing rich experiences I have had over the past twenty-five years of working with ancestral remains, working with communities, working with culture, that has enriched my Life is so many precious ways. So many friends along my Life's Journey, incarcerated or dead. But for the Grace of Ke Akua...go I...into the Sorrowful Abyss..

Two months after this photo, I participated in a conference for Native Hawaiian men focused on Health. I was an invited photographer and did my best to capture the activities, Spirit and Mana. 

While covering one demonstration of lua, Hawaiian martial arts, where much grappling and other techniques were being practiced by the participants, one kumu, not sure if he was an 'ōlohe, but definitely an instructor, was demonstrating a technique of walking around to the participants with an outstretched arm, hand and fingers, and placing the tip of his fingers right above the solar plexus area, then pushing in while making a fist, giving a short, but powerfully intense punch that literally knocked each person back. 

I remember his coming to me as I dropped my camera down, looking me in my eye, and performing the maneuver on me. It did knock me back as I tried to right myself, and he smiled and moved over to the person next to me.

I remember feeling sore and achy at the point of impact for quite some time after as I continued capturing the event. I didn't think much of it as my ego, bravado and machismo wouldn't allow me to make it an issue. I just toughed it out. 

Well, about a week later, I collapsed while trying to walk home, crying and praying to Christ to not let me die on that dirty sidewalk in front of Zippys on King Street, and ended up in the Intensive Care Unit of Queen's Hospital, in a coma, on five-life support machines with acute pancreatitis, and a liquid infection in my abdominal cavity that was resistant to antibiotics. Apparently even leaving my body at one point and floating around the ICU room, playing with, and preoccupied with, my long hair that I once had in college. Ignoring my Gifted Friends who were there trying to entice me back into my corporeal body.

I know, however, where that whole Life-Changing ordeal began. Not with a lua punch that most likely exacerbated it, but with the death of my Mother two-years earlier, who saw so many visions as she was transitioning over in her hospice bed at home, including one days before she passed where the ancestors were telling her that she was going to die, but I was going to die too because I was taking care of her. 

Neither of us understood what that meant at the time, and I downplayed it to alleviate her fear and worries, assuring her that I would be okay and that I was not going anywhere. I wrote down every weakened strained descriptive word however as I knelt next to her head, listening to her descriptions of what she saw and heard on the Otherside of the Veil.

It was the following year, after her passing, that I let myself dwell more and more in the darkness of depression. My Passion for Life slowly waned, unbeknownst to me at the time, but oh so ever clear in looking back. It was my blood donation at the end of 2011 which prompted the Blood Bank of Hawai'i laboratory to call me to tell me to go see my physician right away because the lipids, the fat, in my blood donation could apparently be seen with the naked eye.

I put it off. I felt strong as an ox. Invincible. Until the end of June and the hospitalization. After half-a-year of recovery and discharge from the hospital, and years of physical, emotional, mental and spiritual Healing, I understood what the ancestors had told my dying Mother. She was going to transition, but I was too, because of my deep sorrowful Love for her. She was my Ali'i. My Queen. I was to be her moepu'u. Her death companion. To care for her in the Afterlife as well. 

Since my own Death and Resurrection, I have learned and experienced so many Profound and Beautiful things, such Joy, such Happiness, and yes, such Sorrow and Pain as well. The difference, however, is that I treasure each waking moment, each new morning, each new opportunity to shed the Chrysalis of my Past, and truly become the Human my Soul ventured here to become. To experience, to learn, to refine, to appreciate, to ascend. To ascend while amongst the Living.

I lost all fear of death since this photograph. However, I did fear leaving my wife and sons prematurely, but I had to release that fear and replace it with the power of Intention, Faith, Trust, and most importantly, Love. Fear never serves any good purpose other than as a quick motivator for change once you release it.

I have so much Beautiful kuleana, responsibilities, that I want to finish and so many initiatives to accomplish, that I give thanks throughout the day for the Spiritual assistance from all Divine Beings and my Beautiful Creator.

There are no words to adequately describe the experiences and understanding gained in the years since this photograph. Especially in the past four months. I have never felt so at Peace in my Soul, finally remembering truly from whence I came. From whence we all came. Why we came...

Replace fear with observation. With acknowledgment. With acceptance. With Love. Then Release it. Darkness has always been one of our Greatest Teachers.

Especially the Darkness we hide in the deepest recesses of our Soul, out of Fear. Fear of Judgment. Fear of Loss. Fear of Inadequacy. Fear of Weakness. Fear of Vulnerability. Fear of Losing Family, Friends and Community.

Especially Fear of Losing Ourselves. Our Masked, Fake, Hidden, and Pretend Selves subjected to the judgment and opinionated observations and cruelty of Others trying to fill their own voids, hide their own insecurities, and maintain the facade of what a modern Society has dictated to our Beautiful Eternal Divine Souls what we should value and conform to in this Human Experience. Based upon Ego, Greed, Avarice, Lust, Power and everything else you can toss into the Truly Empty Meaningless Soup of Despair.

Look at your buried Darkness, regrettable actions, and woeful experiences, especially during this unprecedented opportunity for self-reflection in the World. Take a good hard look at them in all of their perceived ugliness, shame and pain, but this time, without Judgment. Not Good and Bad. Not Angelic and Evil. Just Higher and Lower vibrational experiences, beliefs and actions. Lessons for the Soul.

You may find this to be one of the most difficult undertakings you have ever initiated but it will truly change your Life as you shine the Light of Truth and Non-Judgment onto, and within, your Being.

Then Lovingly Embrace them all. Thank them. Breathe them through and let them go. All of it. With Gratitude, Love and Forgiveness. They no longer serve you.

Retain, however, the very important lessons that lower vibrational experiences and actions taught you, on this Journey, as reflecting upon them will emancipate your Soul and propel you into becoming a more Loving, Humbled, Gracious, Compassionate, Grateful, and Healing Human Being, through both the Remembrance and Recognition of Who you Truly Are. 

This is what Humanity needs now more than ever. What Mother Earth needs now more than ever. 

What You need more than ever right now. For yourself. For your Loved ones. For your Journey.

As you extend your New Wings and take Beautiful Glorious Flight...

With Endless Gratitude and Never-Ending Love...

Always...

No'ono'o...


Reflection...

Friday, June 12, 2020

Beautiful Friends in Low Places...




Thursday, June 11, 2020

Ua Hala...


Heiau Ahu'ena...
Kamakahonu...
Kona...
Hawai'i Island...

The wahi kapu of Pai'ea's passing...
Ua Hala...
Kaumaha noho'i...

Hō'ihi...




Sacred...
Respect...

Pai'ea...


Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Discernment...


In January of 2012, at the Ku'i at the Capitol event, I spotted this kupuna in the sky. Eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth, cheeks, chin, neck, ear, hair, etc.

Discernment between pareidolia, such as a propensity to see faces in nature and objects, or clouds, and observing a true hō'ailona, or spiritual sign, is always important. Life-changing and Beautiful as well...

Ua Hala...


Hala i ke ala ko'i'ula a Kāne...
Gone on the sacred red trail of Kāne...
Death.
..

'Ōlelo No'eau 421

Ku'uone..



E Ku'u one Hānau...
The Sands of my Birth...
E Ku'u one Hala...
The Sands of my Death...

The Central Sand Dunes
Island of Maui...
Thousands of Ancestral Remains...
Crushed...
Pulverized...
Screened...
Sorted...
Plundered...
Built Over...
Erased...
Our Most Cherished Possession...
Kaumaha noho'i...
Uē...

Sunday, June 7, 2020

Spirit...


The other morning, after capturing Mahina in all of her unparalleled Beauty and Brilliance, the clouds and the rain quickly swept over downtown Kou. Right before she was obscured, my eyes saw a figure, clad in all white, with a darkened face. I think that was her. The camera rarely adequately captures what the Heart truly sees... 

Māhealani...


In the Predawn Morning hours...
Whilst Fast Asleep...
I was Gently Awoken...
By Shimmering Light...
Illuminating my Dreams...

Thus I Beheld...
Her Soft Radiant Beauty...
As my Heart Fluttered...
For it had been Weeks...
Since we Held...
Each Other's Gaze...

Gently Cradling...
Each Other's...
Enraptured Hearts...

To Love Her...
And She I...

Awoken and Satiated...
I Slumbered Yet Again...
To Wistfully Dream...
Of Far Away Worlds...
Of Incomparable Love...

And of Beautiful Her...

Thursday, June 4, 2020

Ka Hali'a Aloha...


Remembering...
The Fleeting and Ephemeral...
Sacred Moments...
On this Shared Journey...
Of Life...
Which Like Love...
Truly Last...
Forever...

Rise...


Kū i ka Pono...
Kū'e i ka Hewa...

Stand for Righteousness...
Resist Injustice...

Tuesday, June 2, 2020

Love...


Imagine...
A World...
Filled...
And Overflowing...
With Love...

Sunday, May 31, 2020

Breathe...


No Greater Dream...
Then that Our Children...
Will Grow Up...
Healthy...
Safe...
And Simply Live...
A Beautiful Life...
That Exceeds Ours...
To Know Love...
To Heal You...
To Simply...
Breathe...
To Heal...
Us All...

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Kaʻuwaʻupali...


The Battle of Kaʻuwaʻupali...
The Battle of the Clawed Cliffs...
ʻĪao Valley...
Maui...

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Healing...


A Tiny...
Secret...
Healing...
Garden...
Of Hope...

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Satiating...


Twelve-years ago, I bit into this hot Leonard's Haupia-filled Malasada...

Dopamine-containing cells of the ventral tegmental area in my brain, and their fiber projections to the cells of the nucleus accumbens in my brain, released substantial amounts of the neurotransmitter Dopamine. 

It was Euphoric, as a warm wave of ecstasy washed over my entire body sending me into wanton delirium, as the sweet coconut filling overtook my senses...

I went straight to rehab the next morning to detox, but my addiction slowly got the best of me over the years. I am afraid I might relapse once the quarantine is over...

I might just take a drive downtown at 1:00am to see if I can score three and half grams of Haupia Malasada...

Neglect...


I forgot to feed my Tamatgochi for eleven-years and now he is a little Tamagotchi Angel in Tamagotchi Heaven.

I hope there isn't a TPS. Tamagotchi Protective Services...

I might need a lawyer. A better lawyer than myself. Which is just about anyone...

Smart Daddy...


At Christmas, I would buy my boys dog toys because they seemed to last much longer before breaking and never needed batteries...

Saturday, May 23, 2020

Remembering...


Me at Home remembering what it was like to hug, embrace, honi and kiss twenty people a day for the past fifteen-years before lockdown...

Ka Hali'a Aloha...



The Loving Memory...

Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Hula...


Maka...


A Beautiful Kupuna in the Heavens watching over All of Us...

Monday, May 18, 2020

'Elua...


Two...

Friday, May 15, 2020

Remembering...


Friends...


It was Beautiful seeing the airplane flyover this afternoon, but also Beautiful reconnecting with old friends. If only briefly...

Thursday, May 14, 2020

Honoring...













The Hawai'i Air National Guard and the 15th Wing Active Duty Airmen from the Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickam flyover of Hawai'i's largest hospitals to "Honor all health-care professionals, frontline responders, and essential personnel working during COVID-19 to keep everyone healthy and safe."

It was nice to get out in the Sun for twenty-minutes today at lunchtime, to see if my camera still works, to see the open sky, and to Memorialize the Love and Gratitude...