Ephemeral Life...

Last night I watched a documentary on Hiroshima and Nagasaki... Stories from survivors... Riveting accounts from children who were spared... Now in the Twilight of their aged lives... Physical scars paling in comparison to the raw emotional wounds... Tears flowed freely as the horror revealed itself... 70,000 people destroyed in Hiroshima... Another 40,000 in Nagasaki... Just as many painfully and irreparably injured... The bright searing inferno of bright white light... Vaporizing people where they stood... So many, many, innocent children... On their way to school... With all the excitement of a new day and a whole life... Erased in a horrific indiscriminate instant... Dreams, hopes, laughter and innocence... Turned into piles of carbon and stains on melted concrete... Awash and adrift in the rising mushroom cloud and fiery smoke... Only Man can create Hell on Earth... And as the soft ash and rain slowly and gently fell back to Earth... I found myself awash in

We will never survive...unless we stay together...

No greater gift...

Koa and I were fortunate to visit the new Hawaiian cultural center at Kamehameha Schools this evening. It is named Ka'iwakīloumoku...a reference to Kamehameha 'Ekahi. The 'iwa bird that hooks the islands together. It was very beautiful and full of ancestral spirits. Elliott was fortunate to sound the pū, the helmet shell, for the opening ceremony yesterday. He came home and excitedly told me about all the hōʻailona. The sudden heavy downpour, the winds, the quiet Sunshine...all the natural elements joining in the celebration as glorious signs of otherworldly approval...

Consumed by the fires...it shall rise again from the ashes...

I can’t really sleep right now, so I’m listening to a myriad of music on my iTunes while images and thoughts swirl in my higher consciousness. Enya’s Boadicea is playing now. Very soothing. Boadicea was Queen of the British Iceni tribe around 60 AD. When the King of the Iceni died, he left his Kingdom to his two daughters and the Roman Emperor. His Will was ignored, his kingdom annexed, his mourning Queen flogged, and his two daughters brutally raped. The Roman Empire, the most powerful force in the old World, was expanding all around Europe with their legendary Roman Army. Queen Boadicea took up arms and led her people in a revolt against the Roman Empire. Queen Boadicea relied upon divination, releasing a hare from the folds of her dress and interpreting the direction it fled while consulting the British Goddess of Victory, Andraste. The Britons, led by the Queen, destroyed Camulodunum, which is modern day Colchester. They routed an entire Roman legion and the infan

Gazing upon shimmering light... Grateful to still be alive... As I behold the true blessings of Life... I don't need, or want, an iPhone 5...lol

I haven't been able to go out of the house much to take new photographs. I decided to take pictures of things in my house tonight. Always nice to know my spirit guides are always around and so willing to help me out...

A beautiful Maori cousin. 'Io pū...

Given the choice...I much rather view the glorious fiery light of Twilight's Sunset indirectly as gently reflected on your incredibly beautiful face...

When Hope, Faith, and Love are present, they sustain Spirit. A powerful Spirit can change your circumstances. Thus giving Hope, Faith, and Love a most beautiful ability to effectuate real and meaningful change and allow your dreams to come true. Believe...

Lately, I've been posting some heavy thoughts. So I decided to keep it simple. Joy. Pure unadulterated joy. Un-adult-erated joy. Like a child. Something I learned while in my hospital stay and near-death experience. A message from the Angels that we are the ones who make our own joy in this life. Life can be filled with joy. It is up to us. Oh no...here I go again...lol...

A beautiful friend, Bobby Ebanez, posted on Facebook about missing Dennis Pavao and put a link to a song of his. It brought back a beautiful memory of mine from 2007. I had fallen asleep while listening to songs on an iPod. I would periodically wake up throughout the night and listen to a song or two...and then drift back off to sleep. At some point, I was dreaming, and the dulcet-toned voice of Dennis came through singing the somber song, Ka Ipo Lei Manu, composed by Queen Kapi'olani for her husband, King David Kalakaua, as he left the islands never to return alive. It is somewhat prophetic.  Ka Ipo Lei Manu I have a feeling of love For my cherished sweetheart My companion is a bird Who dwells in the forest The `i`iwi bird of the uplands Appears yellow in the rain The two of us In the night of great rain The rain of Hanalei

Native. Of the bone...

I was unable to go, or take photos of, the Aloha Festivals Parade, but my beautiful friend, Alice, took pictures and caught Elliott with his halau hula for Kamehameha Schools. Mahalo piha e Alice... : )

Simply and beautifully amazing...

Exactly the look on my face...when I first encountered incredible beautiful wonderful You...

  This is the culminating dedication ceremony for the Kuhio Mini-Park in Waikiki that once was a blight with garbage, transients, drug dealing, prostitution, and other vices. The park, through a joint effort of Hawaiian cultural practitioners, adjacent residents, street artists, students, community policing, adjacent businesses, and other groups and individuals who gave of their time, energy, money or love, turned into a clean safe place of healing and reflection. Divinely inspired and guided by Ke Akua, na akua, na 'aumakua and kupuna i hala, including beloved Ali'i, many received the calling and descended upon this once sacred place. Waikīkī, or spouting waters, once was a favorite wahi pana of beloved Ali'i and rulers of O'ahu. So much degradation has oc