Ephemeral Life...

I am beginning to think that my brain wasn't designed for the constant bombardment of information and stimuli that arrives not only daily, but hourly, from this modern technologically advanced World. When I was young, I could go the whole day without interacting with others. Maybe reading a favorite book. Catching wild guppies for my aquarium and then watching them for an hour up close. Walking around in the forest. Using my imagination for all kinds of adventures. Listen to my favorite rock album or cassette tape for awhile. Once in awhile, a favorite television show. If I happened to pass the television at dinner time, I would see some National and World news clips.  It seems like today, it is hard to avoid the tidal wave of information presented to us through social media, email, texts, television, radio, posters, digital boards and any other type of modern mode of communication. I rarely watch the television anymore because it seems like too much emptiness, and not eno

Chant...

I Wish I Could... Take You... To My Enchanted World... Of Love and Light... Where Everyone... And Everything... Is Very Much Alive...

Soft...sweet...gentle...

Reflection...

Hawaiian Seeing...

The Rain...

I am Drawn to the Light... You Radiate so Brilliantly... But also Drawn to the Darkness... That Completes Mysteriously Beautiful... You...

He Lani ko Luna... He Honua ko Lalo... Heaven Above... Earth Below...

Today... Pauahi Lani Nui... Danced... For her Beloved Lili'u... As the Heavens... Quietly Wept...

The Monolithic Modern... Millionaire's Stone Henge... Rises to form a Gauntlet... Blocking my Soul's Return... To Kahiki...

It Brings me Great Comfort... Knowing that as much as... The Earth changes... The Light and Love... Of the Heavens... Remains Constant...

So many Beautiful friends transitioning lately. Others precariously on that fine balance of Life and Death. There were many events tonight that I contemplated attending to help capture and preserve the Beautiful Spirit present. However, I just needed to stay home and Reflect. To quietly talk with the Heavens at Twilight. To hold those I Love tightly up there. Someone was listening. Humbled and Grateful...

I Neither Want... Nor Desire... Any Untold Riches... Of this World... Except You... Now... And Unto Forever...

I took this photo 23 years ago. Watching the machines dig into the sand dunes on Maui. The sand dunes that were alive. The dunes that shifted back and forth over time and changed shape on their own with the natural elements and forces. The sand dunes that held and safeguarded what Mary Kawena Pukui defined as "our most cherished possession" as kanaka. The iwi, or bones, of our Beloved Ancestors. They have become part of the dunes. Part of the sands. We have now turned them into cement and concrete to desecrate iwi kupuna on other islands with wanton development. Kaumaha noho'i...

I came across this old photo of my Father when he was 18 years old in 1953. In looking at his physique, I realize that we both had something in common when I was that age too. We both had nipples and a belly-button...

My Father took this photo of me with my first Best Friend I ever had. A little rock...

My flight home from Kaua'i was so late that by the time I arrived home, it was well past midnight. I stayed out on my balcony for quiet awhile, thinking, reflecting and winding down so I could sleep. In the clouds, I watched a pantheon of faces, both human and not, slowly form and meld into one another. Usually my camera does a good job of capturing what my eye sees. Every once in awhile, it does a good job of capturing what my Heart sees as well...

I traveled to Kaua'i yesterday for an evening meeting. I made sure that I went a little early to do some work related site visits before the meeting. I stopped by K ō loa to visit K ā neiolouma Heiau to see the progress in the restoration effort led by a hui of inspiring friends and visionaries.  Kaua'i is my kulaiwi, the place of my ancestors where their bones lay in the ground. I always feel at home when I visit this Beloved island, which is unfortunately, given my Life's path, not very often. I was led to k ā ko'o, to assist, with different cultural issues on Kaua'i, and especially in K ō loa for the past two decades and only relatively recently discovered that my great-great grandmother, Mary Kapule Naea's parents were born in K ō loa in the 1840s. Kalopili Naea and Ka'uhane Kuku, my great-great-great grandparents. Kalopili's parents, my 4th great grandparents were Naea and Kaman ō  (the Shark). It brought a whole new deeper meaning

When my Time Arrives... To Return to the Spirit World... I Want to Embrace that Journey... With No Regrets... That this Life... Was Well Lived... Gushed and Bubbled Forth... From an Everlasting Well... Of Love...

In the Bosom of H ā loa... I find the Life Giving Waters of K ā ne... And the Snows of Mauna Kea...

Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to walk around town and re-visit old friends to see how they are doing and catch up on current events. And when I say old friends, I mean 100,000 years old...

One day, I hope to track down my Chinese ancestors and where they actually came from in China. I have a Ching and a Chong in my genealogical line. Wish me luck. No jokes please...

I will never forget that day. Halloween of all days. When ghouls emerge.  My beloved son, Koa, had just started Kindergarten up on the hill at Kap ā lama.  My precious little sweet 5-year old venturing out on his own. I was at work on that Thursday afternoon tending to my office business when my cellphone rang. It was my wife. I answered half-distracted by my work in progress.  It was the incomprehensible sobbing words and sheer terror in her voice which made me drop everything. I could barely understand her through her crying. "What's wrong? What's happening?" I quickly asked her, bracing myself for the worst. "Koa!" She said, "He is missing! I went to pick him up from school, they said he caught the bus to the Terminal. I went there. He isn't there. Nobody was there! I don't know where he is!" she sobbed... I immediately felt my entire being sink into the middle of my chest, and then plummet down into my stomach. "Wh

Every morning, as I take a shower to wake up and get ready for the day, I often have intense conversations with God. I give humble Thanks for another Day of Life, of Light, of Sacred Breath. I set my Intentions for the Day. I converse with Ke Akua, Christ, my ancestors including k ū puna, akua, 'aumakua, kupua, ' Ā nela kia'i or Guardian Angels, and my Spirit Guides, including 'uhane alaka'i and 'uhane k ā ko'o. Nothing like praying intensely, under the Life Giving Waters of K ā ne, then opening your eyes to gaze out of the bathroom window to see the Morning Sky, and seeing God's Divine Power, and Beautiful K ā nehekili letting me know they All heard my Prayers. Ke Hekili mai nei Ke Akua Nani. The God of Glory Thunders... 

There are Places... So Deep Inside my Heart... Lost and Hidden to the World... This is Only Where... I Find You...

There is Love... There is Light... Then there is You...