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Tuesday, August 4, 2020

The Light...


This morning I woke up to horrific tragedy in Lebanon. As the day unfolded, I learned more and more about the loss of lives, injuries and catastrophic destruction of the city of Beirut. I also woke up to a Facebook Live Feed of a despondent person on the ledge of a building in the Kewalo area. 

I couldn't bear to watch the feed as I couldn't bear witness to someone trying to end their life. I had to shut it off. Then I Prayed. I let tears flow as I Prayed for Divine Intervention to give the person on the ledge much needed Hope. I think it hit a chord deep within me as I know many of us are on the dangerous precipice with all the pressures of this seemingly never-ending saga of Humanity and Uncertainty.

The I watched in more Horror the videos and photographs emerging out of Beirut. Bloodied people staggering around. Buildings decimated. Firefighters missing. Loved ones missing and dead.

I knew Lebanon was already in crisis with shortages of food and unprecedented inflation leaving the despotic nepotic wealthy class and then the poor suffering population unable to procure basic goods, let alone food. Electricity is sporadic and clean drinking water scarce as well. All before the leveling of Beirut. 

The one main economic port this country relies upon, that brings in most of the wheat and grain to feed the population, already suffering with food shortages, and hungry children, is now destroyed, including the massive amount of wheat and grain that had already been in the Port silos.

Hospitals, overwhelmed by COVID-19, are now overwhelmed with the injured. Scenes of doctors and nurses working on patients out on the streets of rubble filled my feed, as some hospitals were destroyed as well. 

I couldn't help but let the tears flow and Pray hard again. So much suffering.

I then read about a man, still in his apartment, looking out in the eerie still night in Beirut, at all the adjacent buildings that have been evacuated and gone dark. He saw, in the distance, a small candle, alit in someone's empty shell of an apartment. One small flickering light. As he watched it, he said it gave him so much Peace amidst the apocalyptic tragedy. One small light. Of Hope.

Then later on, back here, I saw an update post about the despondent jumper. He was talked off of the ledge. I cried when I read that. Thousands of lives taken or critically injured today in Beirut. One Life saved in Hawai'i.

He may not ever know how his Life, and the Courage he found to Live, greatly impacted someone he may never know in this Lifetime. Me...

We each need a Light to hold onto. To gaze upon, When in the depths of Darkness. A Light that will Guide us off of the Precipice of these Chaotic Unprecedented Times. 

To continue to Survive, to Live, and dare I say Thrive, despite the Collective Despondency, Hardships and Challenges, is to Honor the Suffering and Deaths of the Others. Especially of the Innocents...

Be a Light for Others. Be a Light for Yourself...

The Light that keeps us both Alive and Here...

Monday, August 3, 2020

Mai ka Pō mai...


From the Ancestors...

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Glimpses...


Tonight...
She Showed Herself...
Just for an Ephemeral Moment...
Piercing the Veil of Heaven...
Long Enough...
To Ignite my Heart...
In an All-Consuming Fire...

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Hina...


The Solace of Hina...

Monday, July 27, 2020

Eia Hawai'i...


Here is Hawai'i...

Sunday, July 26, 2020

Defend Makua...


Kou...


After the Storm...
Mahalo Ke Akua...

Everything...


All I Ever Wanted...
All I Ever Needed...
Was Beautiful Precious...
Sacred You...

Saturday, July 25, 2020

Ho'omākaukau...


To Prepare, make Ready....
Hold on Tight...

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Alo...


At Kāneana Cave in Makua, I saw a half-face and just mirrored it...

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Immortal...


The chances of me getting my act together, getting out of the house at night, and capturing the Beautiful Comet Neowise is slim indeed. I am enjoying seeing the comet through the talented eyes of many photographers in the islands and around the World.

I also don't manipulate and alter my photos either to produce desired results. I humbly capture the magic and add my artistic flare in post-editing enhancing the colors and tone of what is there without adding photographic elements. I don't pass judgment on others either.

This however, is a composite image. I document events with my camera to preserve them for posterity, and sustain and share the Healing Spirit far and wide long after the event ends. I am also an Artist and enjoy exercising my creative license too...

It isn't even Comet Neowise. It is Comet KaiWise. 

I am wise enough to not over-extend myself to try and capture Neowise when I am nurturing my own health back during this time of sequestration. I made this comet to memorialize the celestial event of Neowise's arrival and combined it with an earlier capture of a Kapu Kai ceremony that has great significance to me on my own Journey with the Cleansing and Healing waters of Kanaloa. 

Comet Neowise won't be around again for about 6,800 years. My Soul, however is Immortal. Just like yours. I will catch Neowise again in about 7000 years. I might even surf that bad-boy for a few light years through time and space if I feel up to it...wearing my GoPro Hero 8000XLR of course...

Maka'ala...










Once in awhile I wake up and check on the progress of various high-rise construction projects in my area. I make sure everyone is wearing their masks, properly social distancing and everybody is working hard. No hiding on lower floors watching videos on your smart phone...

Tuesday, July 14, 2020

You...


Simply...
Incredibly...
Beautiful...
Sacred...
Alluring...
You...

Monday, July 13, 2020

Beauty...


She Illuminates...
My Darkness...
Allowing me...
To Find My Way...
Home...
To Her Heart...

Nightfall...


As Night Falls...
And Dreams Arrive...
I Begin my Journey...
To Search...
For Beautiful Sacred You...

Hoa Aloha...


I am missing my Beautiful Fern Friend...

Sunday, July 12, 2020

He Alo ā he Alo...


Mahina and akua Pele....
He Alo ā he Alo...
Face-to-Face...

Remembering...


Remembering...
'Ike Hawai'i...
'Ike Aloha...

Nānā i ke Kumu...


Look to the Source...

Sleepy...


Yesterday morning, I woke up early and started working on my computer. I felt someone staring at the back of my head. When I turned around, I was astonished to see my pillow beckoning me. She said, "Come back to bed my Love and rest your weary head."

I obliged of course...

Monday, July 6, 2020

Chester...


I think I found Chunky Chillin' Chester Cheetah Chatty Chuckling Cheetoh today. He just needs his dark shades...

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Stroll...


Saturn...
Jupiter...
And the Moon...
Went for a Stroll...
On a Warm Summer Night...
Socially Distant...
But Madly in Love...

Descent...


As Daybreak Awoke...
My Sweet Radiant Love...
Continued her Slow Descent...
Into the Chambered Depths...
Of my Enraptured Heart...

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...