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Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Aftermath...


After the Storm...
Cleansed...
Life Begins Anew...

Behold...



Behold the Power of Love and Light...

Monday, November 18, 2019

Cometh the Bearer of Light...



Life...


I came out to my car today and almost stepped on a Honeybee that was laying on the asphalt right behind my car. I immediately thought of my bee encounter last week and quickly wondered if it could possibly be the same bee that I had thought was dying as she clung to my shirt, but who just needed respite and rest before she regained strength and flew away.

I crouched down knowing that I couldn't leave her there because I was going to back up my car and didn't want to run her over, or have someone else run her over.

She was fixed in one place, right behind my car, and clinging to the ground, moving almost imperceptibly, as her front legs alternately stroked her antennae.  It was such a surreal déjà vu moment for me.

I slowly squatted down, which was no easy feat in and of itself, and slowly placed my finger in front of her as I said, "Come on Sweetheart, climb up so I can place you somewhere safer."

To my surprise, she crawled ever so slowly and started feeling my finger with her antennae, and turned her head 90 degrees to look up at me. 

I saw her little eye, shining in the Sun, staring back. I remained equally fixated on her. It was a moment of profound deep connection and understanding.

My mind raced as what to do next, as I didn't want to risk crushing her by trying to pick her up. She wasn't crawling up either. Just staring intently.

Then without warning, she died. She slowly fell to her side and her legs curled up, into the fetal position. Much like how we would tie up the legs of our Hawaiian ancestors, into the fetal position, before lowering them into a hole, or laying them down for their Eternal Rest.

I watched her abdomen. No sign of Life. It was that instantaneous. The only other time I witnessed the exact moment of Death. Of the Soul exiting the body was with my own Mother in 2010. It is still raw.

A dead leaf blew towards me, and I took the leaf and carefully coaxed her lifeless body onto the flat edge of the leaf and then into the palm of my hand. 

Just then, a Beautiful friend stopped his UPS truck by me, smiled and asked me what I was doing crouching down in the middle of the parking lot. I smiled and said, "A bee..."

He smiled and chuckled and drove off.  I think he may know me by now. 

I looked at her closely for any signs of Life. None...

I carried her back into my office and placed her little body in a tiny wooden 'umeke, a bowl, on my cabinet. I'm not sure where I will bury her. I am letting the multitude of Spirits in my rocks and wooden images, and other ancestors present, pay their respects to this Beautiful little hard working Life Giver. Until I return her to Mother Earth. A little wake for her.

I found out this morning that a very Beautiful Friend and Brother passed away yesterday. One who gave so much of himself protecting and caring for our deceased ancestors and their Earthly Remains. I am still stunned and grieving. 

But my little Beautiful bee friend taught me some important and valuable lessons today. For that, I am eternally grateful. She helped me to Heal.

And could it be the same Honeybee that clung to my shirt last week and who Resurrected with a little Love and Compassion. Yes. I absolutely Believe. As impossible and improbable as it may seem. I Believe in Magic and Miracles. I have witnessed them both. Throughout my Life.

Thank you my little Sweetheart. Rest easy. Go with Love. My Love. Our Love...

And Take my Love to my Beautiful friend and brother who passed away in his Sleep. I never was able to say Goodbye. Give him my Love as well. And my Mother...

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Kahuna...


My favorite pōhaku kia'i, or rock guardian, at Waimea Valley, the land of Kahuna Nui Hewahewa...

Beginnings...


I remember growing up in our first house. It didn't seem like much. But it was our Home and Full of Love...

Serenity...


Leap of Faith...


Leap Right Into Life...
Just Don't Crash Land on Anyone...

Kolohe...


Don't give me that kolohe side-eye action...

Makanani...


Beautiful Face...

No'ono'o...






Spending Quiet and Reflective Time Tonight with Lono and Kanehekili over Kou...

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Ola...


Ka Wai Ola a Kāne...
The Life Giving Waters of Kāne...

Remains...


In the Remains...
Of the Day...
I Find Solace...
And Purpose...
In the Thoughts of...
Beautiful You...

The Force...


Every morning, we debrief on the events and accomplishments of the day before, and set our agenda for the day ahead...

Friday, November 15, 2019

All Along the Watchtower....


Hālawa...

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Refuge...


The other day, I exited my car and a Honey Bee came seemingly out of nowhere, flew towards me, hovered for a split-second, and landed on my shirt. On my stomach area to be more precise. At first, I thought she mistook my bright Aloha shirt for a giant flower.

Upon closer inspection, she stayed still. She looked exhausted.

I stood there for awhile in the burning Sun to see if she would revive or fly away. She just clung to me.

I recently have had flying insects of all sorts buzz me, and land on me. I always took it as a sign. I even recently had a common house fly enter my office door and make a beeline to me, landing on the knuckles of my left hand while I typed on the computer. Just hanging out and seemingly unconcerned by my hand movements as I typed. 

In case you are wondering, my hands were clean and didn't have food on them. And no, my butt didn't smell either. Flies are a sign for me of a Beloved Uncle who passed away. Also, a powerful sign regarding the Spirit World. Of the voyager Pa'ao and his canoe, Ka-nalo-a-muia. The swarming of the flies. Of the anger, rage, ego and pride that made Pa'ao slice open the stomach of his own son to refute the allegations of his brother, Lonopele, about who was eating the ceremonial foods. The same rage that caused Pa'ao to slay his brother's son as well. The swarming of the flies on the corpses.

It also was a sign of Kanaloa, and the redemption that Pa'ao sought from this ocean akua one overcast afternoon at Kualoa during a special ceremony. For Pa'ao let the people of Hawai'i believe his voyaging canoe wasn't "Ka-nalo-a-muia" but "Kanaloa-muia" instead. This ultimately led to the Missionaries casting Kāne, Lono and Kū into the Holy Trinity Roles, and Kanaloa into the Underworld and into the role of the kepalō. This wasn't Pono. Kanaloa forgave Pa'ao and dunked his head underneath the ocean waters repeatedly, in what, surprisingly, resembled a sort of Baptism.

Back to my Beautiful bee. I stood there for quite awhile and without her budging, I decided to walk towards some bushes and see if she would crawl onto a leaf and rest there. I really needed to get back to work and didn't think bringing a bee into my office would be good for me, or her, or my co-workers.

I made it over to some large ti-leaves and tried to get her to crawl onto the leaves. She wouldn't budge. I figured that I would just let her stay on me and go about my business.

I then thought that maybe she was dying. She didn't look all beat up with shredded wings like I had seen so many of her sisters in the past, working themselves to death. 

I walked over to a hibiscus plant and helped her crawl onto the pollen-filled stamen. I thought it would be a familiar and fragrant place for her to leave this Earth. She slowly crawled onto the stamen with much effort. Then she convulsed and fell down through the bush, landing on a solitary brown cupped leaf that had also fallen at some point in its own death. 

She was cradled by the dead leaf, halfway down the bush. I then picked her up. I was always apprehensive about bee stings since I had some bad experiences with bees and wasps when I was younger, but I trusted her. Besides, I was a big boy and could survive a sting in her death throes. 

She never stung me however. I thought it was important to hold her, if she was going to die. To not leave this World alone. To leave this World knowing someone cared about, and Loved, you. 

I gently placed her on the hibiscus stamen again and held her there, trying to get her to climb back on. To my surprise, she mysteriously revived and flew out of my hand and up into the sky, with renewed vigor, until I lost sight of her. It made my Heart bloom. 

It was a Beautiful reminder for me about Pu'uhonua. About Places of Refuge. Safe Havens. About not only places being a Pu'uhonua, but people too. Being a Refuge for others. Of Love. Of Acceptance. Of Non-Judgment. Of Healing Presence. Something I needed the reminder of that day as I have been besieged and overwhelmed by turmoil lately.

It refocused me. It reminded me. It reinvigorated me.

This morning, when I sat down at my computer at work, the loud clicking of my mo'o companion somewhere above me, in my ceiling, sounded out loud and clear in four distinct clicks. My grandmother's affirmation. The four akua. The four clicks.

Just as that day at Kualoa, when after the ceremony, three large sea birds shot out of the bushes next to us, noisily, startling us, such that we couldn't miss them. And as they flew in unison and formation across the sea, almost touching the tips of the ocean waves, a fourth bird noisily shot out of the same bush. We watched the fourth bird eventually catch up with the other three, and the four of them flew off into the Horizon together. 

We were all astonished. It was indeed Kanaloa. Rejoining the other three akua. Once again. 

And there above the Powerful Heavenly peak of Kānehō'ālani, of the Majestic Ko'olau, as the Setting Sun created a Beautiful crepuscular beam of light, breaking through the clouds, in a Stairway to Heaven, there stood Papa and Wākea at the apex of the mountain range. For a brief moment, in the origins of the beam. Until they faded away. As tears cascaded and poured forth, in humble gratitude, by all of us present.

Thank you my Beautiful Little Bee. Humbled and Grateful that you Lived to see Another Day. And I as well. Love you...  

Lonoikamakahiki at Hālawa...
















Ka Hali'a Aloha...


Brother Jacob. You were a leader making amends. Seeking forgiveness and absolution. Redemption. You were reconnecting with your ancestors, your culture, your responsibilities as a son, a brother, a father. Setting an example for other pa'ahao brothers. You Inspired me on so many levels. Then Ke Akua called you Home. 

We are never promised tomorrow. Nor even tonight. Make each Beautiful Fleeting Ephemeral Moment Count in this Life for Love to Rule and Fuel a Rebirth.

Rest in Peace. Love you. Always...

Monday, November 11, 2019

Kūlia...


Hula...


Twilight's Glorious Palette...


'Elua...

Hoa Aloha...


A Beautiful New Friend today...

Happy Veteran's Day...


Saturday, November 9, 2019

'Ekolu Mea Nui...