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Ke Ao...
A couple of weeks ago, I received news that my Aunt, my Mother's sister, was diagnosed earlier in the month, with cancer. When I found out, she was already getting ready to be moved into hospice. Only a few weeks since she found out. I made my plans to go visit her as soon as I was able. For some reason, on a Sunday night, I had this feeling that I needed to go see her immediately. It was already late, past visiting hours, and there was conflicting information on whether she could have visitors or not. As my late Mother told me, three months after she passed away, listen and trust in my na'au. My visceral instincts. So I confirmed her room number with other 'ohana and took off into the night. I drove down the freeway, and it began to rain hard. As I sped along, I had deja vu. It was just like my same route, rain and all, into the night, when I was informed my Father had just passed away. That time, I drove, tears streaming down my face, rain hitting the windshield.
Maka...
I was walking into my boys' bedroom and I locked eyes with this guy. He said, "A Storm is Coming..."
Health...
I love to eat. It brings me so much emotional joy. In fact, I love eating so much, it brought about my death in 2012 when I left my body. When we eat out on occasion, like at Nicos, I now try to eat healthier. Where I used to order deep fried chicken katsu plates with starchy rice and fatty macaroni salad, or loco moco plates with the same fatty starches combined now with red meat, gravy and undercooked eggs, I order fish and poi. There is no greater emotional satisfaction now then to know that in my ahi and aku poke, and limu, kukui nut, and poi, that I am ingesting foods that my ancestors have eaten for over 2000 years. It nourishes my body, my kino, and my spirit, my wailua. I now look at my old cravings as sludge that clogs up my entire Being. I will admit that it can be expensive to eat healthier as my own lunch can run twenty-five dollars or more, thus I indulge only so often. But considering that my hospitalization in 2012 in Intensive Care and on Life-Support, and t
Maka...
I noticed this face on our concrete hallway floor after we lifted up some damaged flooring from a previous washing machine overflow. Now I walk around or step over his face as I can't bring myself to step on his head. I asked my son, Koa, what he saw. He said nothing. I showed him the eyes, forehead, hair, ear, mouth, etc. and he laughed and said he still didn't see anything. Then he smiled and said, "You are gifted..." I laughed. Then as he walked away, I heard him mutter under his breath, "...or crazy..." I said, "I heard that!" Ps. I call him Edgar Allan Poe...
Maka...
I noticed this face on our concrete hallway floor after we lifted up some damaged flooring from a previous washing machine overflow. Now I walk around or step over his face as I can't bring myself to step on his head. I asked my son, Koa, what he saw. He said nothing. I showed him the eyes, forehead, hair, ear, mouth, etc. and he laughed and said he still didn't see anything. Then he smiled and said, "You are gifted..." I laughed. Then as he walked away, I heard him mutter under his breath, "...or crazy..." I said, "I heard that!"
Maka...
On my two-mile walk home today after work down King Street, I didn't find any Pokemon, but I stumbled upon this man in the sidewalk. I literally stumbled...
Overwhelmed...
I have to move my office at work a few doors down next week. I have 11,854 things in my office. 747 pounds of rocks. 112 wooden implements. 500 feet of coconut sennit. 10,000 pieces of paper. Assorted gods and ghosts. Wish me luck please...
Worlds...
In Between Worlds... Neither Here... Nor There... Is Where I Find... Sacred... Irresistible... You...
Pohaku...
My favorite mo'o, or reptile-lizard rock, and my favorite Man ō rock. A Niuhi... Great White... Both on opposite ends of the same boulder in urban Honolulu...