ALOHA
Friend!
Wednesday has come to
W A I K I K I
Click on the photos for eye-popping pulchritude
Friend!
Wednesday has come to
W A I K I K I
Click on the photos for eye-popping pulchritude
"A man (sic) has not begun to live until he can rise above the narrow confines of his own individual concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity." Martin Luther King
"The propagandist's purpose is to make one set of people forget that certain other sets of people are human." Aldous Huxley
"Vision is the art of seeing things invisible." Jonathan Swift<>< ><> ><>
Winter has come to Waikiki. . .
The nights are cooling, and it is time to bring out the quilts after months of sleeping only under a thin, rayon pareau (sarong).
There is snow atop the Big Island's Maunakea and Miss Kitty's fur is regal & thick once again. Visitors may only feel the relative mildness but we who live here, Kitty & I, we know the changes of this `Aina (land/country) in our bones and in our noses.
Crystal sharp trade winds bear the scent of Alaska, of thousands of open ocean miles, and vast empires of sky. They pause to pick up smells from yellow ginger, hidden mosses, and tropical soil, as they push themselves over the green Ko`olau mountains that backdrop our toy city like a misty Asian scroll painting.
The character of the clouds tells me it's winter.
Is it their shape, activity & color? Or is it their sense of humor as they tumble mumble and disassemble like Circe de Soliel acrobats above us? The Hawaiians of old found ready messages and wisdom in the clouds. Knowing their love of fun and word-play, I think certain funny-clouds rained punchlines that made the Kahuna chuckle all day. . . their cirrus & cumulus descendants are not telling; Not even me, their cousin Cloudia. . .
The nights are cooling, and it is time to bring out the quilts after months of sleeping only under a thin, rayon pareau (sarong).
There is snow atop the Big Island's Maunakea and Miss Kitty's fur is regal & thick once again. Visitors may only feel the relative mildness but we who live here, Kitty & I, we know the changes of this `Aina (land/country) in our bones and in our noses.
Crystal sharp trade winds bear the scent of Alaska, of thousands of open ocean miles, and vast empires of sky. They pause to pick up smells from yellow ginger, hidden mosses, and tropical soil, as they push themselves over the green Ko`olau mountains that backdrop our toy city like a misty Asian scroll painting.
The character of the clouds tells me it's winter.
Is it their shape, activity & color? Or is it their sense of humor as they tumble mumble and disassemble like Circe de Soliel acrobats above us? The Hawaiians of old found ready messages and wisdom in the clouds. Knowing their love of fun and word-play, I think certain funny-clouds rained punchlines that made the Kahuna chuckle all day. . . their cirrus & cumulus descendants are not telling; Not even me, their cousin Cloudia. . .
. . . So Take a moment.
Just a moment to stop & take a moment.
Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.
Another.
Exhale ALL the way.
Repeat.
Notice the un-noticed sounds surrounding you.
Are you cool? Warm? Secretly happy?
The clouds won't tell ;-)
Just let the thought-express rattle on without you for a while, who cares? YOU don't!
Just for a moment. . .
Breathe and Be.
The moment of calm clarity that arises is yours to keep.
Will you?
A L O H A! cloudia
Just a moment to stop & take a moment.
Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.
Another.
Exhale ALL the way.
Repeat.
Notice the un-noticed sounds surrounding you.
Are you cool? Warm? Secretly happy?
The clouds won't tell ;-)
Just let the thought-express rattle on without you for a while, who cares? YOU don't!
Just for a moment. . .
Breathe and Be.
The moment of calm clarity that arises is yours to keep.
Will you?
A L O H A! cloudia
Here's a Waikiki sunset for you to enjoy:
