Thursday, February 26, 2009

Some people are easily offended. Apparently so are some monkeys. Offended I took his picture while he was scratching his private parts. Give me a break. Be careful what you choose to do in public I always say. Even when you think nobody is watching. There is always someone watching. Always...

Thank you for giving of yourselves. Your time. Your years of training. Years of discipline. Years of sacrifice. Your dedication. A gift now of your gracious expressive movement. A gift of your radiant beautiful healing spirit. I can never repay you. Although I most certainly will try...

In Hawaiian belief, children are more susceptible to seeing the unseen spiritual world. All children. Not just Hawaiian children. Most adults lose this ability. Some retain it however. Whether they want to or not...

I was fortunate enough to make many new friends when our Hawaiian people got together to pray, chant and sing in unison to effect spiritual change and invoke spiritual guidance. Lovely Ululani introduced me to her beautiful dog Ku, a pitbull. Ku. The God of War. Ku. God of Fishing. An earthly form of Ku, one of his kinolau, is the dog. Makes perfect sense to me...

I like orange. It was my class color at Kamehameha. It reminds me of sweet oranges and tangerines and Vitamin C with all its health boosts. It reminds me of beautiful sunrises and magical sunsets. It is also the color of the beautiful and fragile 'ilima blossom. It only lasts about a day and about 500 are needed for one beautiful lei. Ephemeral beauty. I am always attracted to it. Much to my satiating demise. Now I digress. So I shall end this post now...

I was reminded at the recent Kukulu Kumuhana at the State Capitol of the unique bonds between mo'opuna, grandchildren, and their kupuna. Their grandparents. And then reminded of why I am here. My purpose. My focus. My intent. My tasks. My responsibility. My value system. My strategy to make a meaningful life and legacy so when I finally pass on. I pass with not only a smile on my face. But also with a smiling beaming heart...

When I was seven years old, I lived in Okinawa for three years. My main toy was a rubber skeleton named Kirby. My two friends on the military base had G.I. Joe dolls. I had Kirby. The rubber skeleton. I did everything they did when play acting and I didn't think anything of having a skeleton. Neither did they. I can't remember what happened to Kirby when we left Okinawa but have vague memories. My mother says she remembers. She says I got a little coffin from some kind of board game of Barnaby Collins the vampire in the series Dark Shadows. And when we left Okinawa to come back to Hawai'i. I put Kirby in the coffin and buried him in the backyard of our military housing unit in Camp Kue. For anyone who knows me. This is so prophetically weird. More on that later...

I should have known from the signs at Mauna 'Ala that the day was going to be awesome. The little fluttering butterfly which hovered against the dark cold morning wind at the Kamehameha Tomb, saying goodbye to us, in the sliver of light. But as the day broke at the Capitol. Our next stop. A double rainbow greeted us. It was beautiful. Mahalo no e Ke Akua. Mahalo no e na 'aumakua. Mahalo no e na kupuna...

I began the day today at 4:45 at Mauna 'Ala. The Royal Mausoleum. The morning was cool and crisp. The Heavens opened up in a beautiful cascade of twinkling stars and swirling white clouds puffed into shapes which awakened my sleepy imagination so early in the morning. The sacred burial ground of our beloved Kings and Queens. Princes and Princesses. We gathered in prayer. In song. We sounded the pu, the conch shell, which reverberated through the darkness of Nu'uanu Valley. Gently but assuredly waking the hundreds, if not thousands, of dead which surrounded us in a half-mile radius. We offered ho'okupu to the Kamehameha Dynasty at their tomb. And to the Kalakaua Dynasty at their crypt. It is hard not to be on your best behavior. In body. Spirit. And mind. Pono. In the presence of your ancestors. In the presence of your Queen.

Mauna 'Ala was removed from the public lands by Congress in 1900. It is the only place in Hawai'i where the Hawaiian flag flies alone. Without the American flag. Little did I know how the beginning of the day would set forth a prophecy which ended the day. Almost unbelievable. Yet so Hawaiian....

Monday, February 23, 2009

The other day, I saw two people kissing on a park bench in a little park by my workplace. Upon closer inspection, it was Mickey and Minnie. When I pulled out my camera, they stopped. I think they were embarrassed I caught them...

Sunday, February 22, 2009

That random band album thing my friend sent me was too fun. I had to do it again. This time I got a musical article by chance in Wikipedia. The quote was okay. But the photo sealed the deal. Now it really cracks me up...

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This Blog is ultimately for my boys. Lessons I've learned which I would like to share with them, but never seem to find the time. It reaffirms my beliefs and helps me sort out my own cluttered thoughts as I try to make sense of my life. Guided by Ke Akua (God) and my kupuna (ancestors), my Hawaiian identity provides me the framework. It is inspired by many people and loved ones in my life as I increasingly let my spirit interact with the spirits of others. Some I've known my whole life. Some I've met only recently. Some whom I will meet someday. Everyone is so truly beautiful. Life is incredibly beautiful. Love is definitely where it is at...