Love...
H ā loanakalaukapalili gently cradles and protects... The Sacred Life Giving Waters of K ā ne... Not for his Life... But for All of Ours...
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Healing...
There is more Healing... And more Soul Cleansing... Contained in a single Fallen Tear... Of Pure Love and Forgiveness... Than in all of the Oceans... Of the World...
Gratitude...
The Blade of Grass... Does not Mourn... Nor Grieve or Lament... Nor Complain... About the first signs of Decay... And eventual Death... It is Humbly Grateful... For the Gentle Reminder... To make the Most... Of Each and Every... Beautiful Precious Remaining Day...
Hōʻailona...
On my recent trip to Hawai'i Island to start cleaning up my parent's home in Volcano, I was hoping to get a lot of the cleaning of the home and yard done early enough to go over to the Mauna Loa road above Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park and spend some much needed time of solitude and reflection in the forest with my camera. I really was hoping to see the two 'Io, or Hawaiian Hawks that appeared the last time I ventured there. It was such a powerful and timely Hōʻailona...not one 'Io, but two, and the younger one flew onto a tree branch about twelve feet in front of me and sat there screeching and looking around. Every time she looked directly at me, chicken skin erupted and I tried to photograph her looking through my camera viewfinder with tear-blurred vision. When I saw her one eye was injured, I immediately knew the connection. Kamaka'eha. Our Beautiful Queen Lili'uokalani. I will never forget it. On this trip, I ended up so busy and so exhaust
Healing...
I went offline for a couple of days as I had to focus on family matters and my health. I still am dealing with the aftermath of my Father's passing with so many loose ends to take care of, on top of my own kuleana with home and work. To be honest, it was liberating being off of Facebook, even for only a few days. A couple of weeks ago, at work, I experienced a frightening episode of chest pain. It was a burning in the chest, with a heavy and tight feeling, neck and back muscles cramping, pain shooting down my arms and hands. I felt very weak and immediately went into prayer. I was thinking a heart-attack, and getting ready to dial 911 on my cell-phone. It seemed to let up after about three of the longest minutes of my recent Life. The other thought that came into my mind, was a Spiritual attack. I have been told repeatedly by gifted friends, that I leave myself far too open. I actually was first told this over ten years ago. One friend told me to armor my na'au, my wa
Love...
No matter what happened Before... No matter what will happen after I am Gone... That we held each Other... For a Beautiful Ephemeral Moment... In Precious Love... Will Sustain my Heart... For an Eternity...
Remembrance...
I am very thankful to my beautiful photographer brother Blaine for capturing these memories in January of 2009 when my two sons and I joined hundreds of other Native Hawaiians and supporters in a March down Kalakaua Avenue in Waik ī k ī . It was my boys' first march and I gave them their k ī hei and p ū and told them to follow my lead. I didn't realize at the time how terrifying it must have been for them in all the excitement, emotion, chanting and chaos, to be helping to lead the march. I was, and remain, so proud of them. When I was on my deathbed in the ICU at Queen's in 2012, Blaine dropped off a framed photo of my boys and I on Kalakaua Avenue to cheer me up and remind me that I had reasons to live. What a Beautiful Friend. Mahalo Ke Akua...
Blessings...
I thought about all the things in the past that I gave to my Father. As far as material things...not very much I'm afraid to say. I was even horrible at filling out holiday cards. The one thing that remained constant throughout our Lives, however, is that I always gave him my Love and Respect. There were things that I truly wish had occurred differently at times, but such are the strains and trials that forge the Human Spirit into valuable lessons for our Souls. He gave so much to his Country, after 31 years of service in the United States Marine Corps and tours in Vietnam. Towards the end, he felt let down my his Country, for losing so many values that he grew up believing in. He fought corruption at the highest levels of the United States and sought Justice in a one-man, and one-son, crusade that stole over a decade and a half from the quality of his Life and that of my Mothers. He yearned for the recognition of his Honor and Character in the End. His two Meritor