Saturday, August 22, 2009

A Dream Recalled

Aloha Dreamers!
click on photos to unleash the magic
"We all grow up with the weight of history on us.
Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell in our bodies."
Shirley Abbot


A Hawiian man and his friend.
Yes, Daryl,
they are both waiting patiently!




"In a false quarrel there is no true valour."
William Shakespeare
"To be really great in little things, to be truly noble and heroic in the insipid details of everyday life, is a virtue so rare as to be worthy of canonization."
Harriet Beecher Stowe

A True Story





When we got married
I was surprised at how "strange" and "different" I felt in my skin.
Even though we had been living together for years
the intention and the ceremony
brought something else into our home,
something wholly unexpected.




My husband felt it too;
We even marvelled and discussed this mysterious, unexpected,
and tangible feeling.




Who knew?





Around that time
I had a dream,
a dream of deepest morning.
I had entered a room
and many women were seated there.
I didn't see their faces
but felt their joy in being together.
They were casual and relaxed
but the atmosphere was very high.





I suddenly just knew that these ladies
were all my ancestresses,
my blood relations going back
and back.
I felt that my grandmother was there.
It was not time to meet them yet
but I was there for a reason.
So I never saw their faces.





Suddenly a manicured hand
(wearing a charm bracelet (!)
reached out
and
offered me:





A slice of honey cake!





My grandparents used to bring it.
I hadn't thought of Honey Cake in years!





I understood that they welcomed me,
as a married woman
and one of their line.





I even told my husband about the dream.
It was all so vivid!
I hadn't thought of
Honey Cake
in YEARS!





Later that morning
we were in the store where we've shopped for years.
For some reason
(smile)
I looked down
and there is was:
Honey Cake
Where I'd never seen it before!





Someday I know
that I'll revisit that room.
I'll sit with all the ladies
and we'll offer the plate
to the next generation
and the next.
There will be lots to talk about!
A L O H A! Cloudia

Friday, August 21, 2009

Fifty Years of Statehood Today

Welcome to
the
"A L O H A
STATE"
. . .
Welcome to the unconquered
"Kingdom Of Hawaii"
This is not where the story begins, in 1959.
It's a much older story, with a much broader context.





My grandparents came to America as young children. They were fleeing a bad situation, and they were yearning towards a great hope that, by and large, did not disappoint them.
I love the values that the USA stands for
(if imperfectly realized some times).




But America came to the Hawaiian People, a sovereign nation.
The "How" and the "Why" of this is seen very differently
by different points of view.




A King was forced to sign away his hereditary powers by subjects of his kingdom (who were) of American birth or extraction.


History remembers this as the
"Bayonet Constitution."





His sister (after his death) the final Queen, was deposed and imprisoned (1893)
when she tried to promulgate a new constitution;
All under the watchful eyes of US Marines.





She asked her beloved people
not to resist as they burned to do.
Hawaiian blood,
and the blood of her other multi-cultural subjects,
was too dear to this gracious lady,
who was libeled as a savage.






She took her message to Washington DC and the world.
Riding by rail across the continent,
she wondered aloud why such a huge country
would want her tiny kingdom.






President Cleveland
bemoaned the overthrow
as a betrayal of a weaker and confiding people.




But Congress had other things to occupy their time.
McKinley's assassination
brought Bully Teddy to the White house.
The Spanish American War
made Pearl Harbor an indispensable mid-Pacific coal refueling station
on the road to Manila Bay.






And so
the Queen died a subject
of the U.S. Territory of Hawaii.
(1917 - a mere 24 years before the Pearl Harbor Attack, and 42 years before Statehood)
Though the world is made up of HER subjects
whenever we hear the strains of her song:
"Aloha `Oe"






The Hawaiians have no land base, or government structure,
as North American Original Inhabitants have.






Most Hawaii people, Hawaiians included,
celebrated Statehood.






Statehood is superior to being a Territory.
But the rights of the Hawaiian Nation
deserve to be honored
by a great nation.







I am a proud US citizen, a citizen of the world,
but also consider myself a subject, a guest, of the displaced
Hawaiian Kingdom.







Today's videos (below) will give you the flavor of what is going on here politically and socially around these unresolved issues.







But Hawaiian wisdom understands
that it's kingdom is not purely of this world.
For theirs is the realm of the heart,
and as such
Aloha has conquered her conquerors.







Existing within this reality of Statehood,
Hawaiian Heart remains
immutable,
for as long as a drop of
"Koko,"
Hawaiian Blood,
lives in these islands;
for as long as outsiders
like me
come from far away, and capitulate to a completely
unique reality and understanding of life.

We produce amazing people,
scientific breakthroughs,
US patriots and even a
President.






Hawaii and the USA
are married;
and few marriages run smooth
all the time.






Perhaps our native son,
born & bred
Barack
will refresh the entire world system
from the well of
Ho`o ponopono.
Amen.






Please enjoy these stirring expressions of the Hawaiian Nation & her remarkable people (below)
who are the True Flowers of this Land.
And "Kaulana na Pua"
Famous are these Flowers.



* Ho`oponopono: Prayer, Mediation, "Making things righteous-RIGHTEOUS"
"Ho - oh - pono - pono"












Thursday, August 20, 2009

Thinning the Veil Thursday

Aloha Welcome,
Returning Friend!
click on photos to savor Waikiki I loved this stippled sky.
As you can see, the palms were so moved by it that they yearned upward, reaching for it, trying to brush its downy cheeks with their trembling, green fingers.



Why is this motorcycle armed?
Perhaps it feels threatened by larger vehicles?
(All of my motorcycles have been gentle pacifists)




The Bible says that we see through a veil, but someday will see reality
"face to face."
Plato spoke of us as the inmates of a cave, not seeing things as they are, but perceiving only shadows thrown on the stony walls of our consciousness.




Some misapprehension seems to be fundamental to our stay in this flesh.
If we recalled our true stature, the illusion of our loneliness would be shattered; and no choice would be possible
in the blinding light
of



love.





Last night
standing outside under a starry sky
I suddenly wondered
how the things we love of nature
will at last be revealed
when we see them face to face.




The moon that stirs me so deeply,
that ever-dear companion,
may be even more familiar than we guess,
a loving eye
watching disguised
until,
at last awake,
we run home
to loving arms.
A L O H A! Cloudia

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Tuesday at da Beach

Aloha!
It's August in Waikiki



click on photos to instantly voyage here
Camera & Ukulele Case grace the local attire.




"The things we know best are the things we haven't been taught."
Marqis de Vauvenargues

Youth


"What you fear to be, that you already are.

Only welcome it home to see it's disguised beauty."

Unknown



Pay Attention to THIS!
(Turn off the media for a moment or two)

"The path is not a symbol. It is a way to get somewhere."

Unknown





Sensuous Roots - or Sinister?

"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation"

Herman Melville

Really?






Back in the water, ready to go, after
Hurricane Felicia fizzles. YAY!

When I return to the boat, I see Kitty's face watching me from the deck.

"Ahoy Matey!"







Aloha friends!
Thanks for coming by the beach to visit today.


These are the lazy days of Summer, and it is with some selfish delight that I see University of Hawaii students tying up traffic at the mouth of Manoa Valley as they move into their dorms, line up to register for the classes they need, and explore the sweet little neighborhood of Moiliili with their loving helicopter parents. (It must be nice to have that support.)



I say "selfish" because I still have dreams (nightmares?) about the bureaucracy and lines of my Alma Mater.



It feels REAL good to have that degree!
I earned it!




Last weekend I wrote about Woodstock days and the sense of "Revolution" in the air back then. I was so certain that the established order was passing, that the idea of sitting still long enough to get a college degree seemed quaint. Instead I learned to build things, Spackle dry wall, run a micro-business, face life without the confining structure of a "work week" and generally survive outside the "system." We read a lot, talked a lot, and played some live music.




Credentials seemed a dying concept back then. And I found lots of life to experience. It was my quaint idea that a writer was someone who experienced and thought about things and then wrote about them, so I felt "right on track."
I filled the pages of dozens and dozens of note books.








So imagine how I felt at age 39 entering an institution that seemed stuck in the 50? I have a lot in common, I think, with the Cultural Revolution generation of Chinese. Were they lost years? I think not.





Multiple choice tests, classrooms full of high school graduates who groaned collectively whenever someone (me) found something interesting enough to ask questions about, studying at my night job. . .
Fortunately, I am a master of note-taking and memorization so my transcript is 4 pages of "A's" with a "B" hiding among them....
And there are some great people up there at the University too.




I had a lot to prove with all my "lost" years. So
I was deeply proud to get my degree in Psychology (with distinction). And I have enjoyed the opportunities it brought me to experience the professional world: I've educated physicians, won grants, flown on "business trips" and published my own research. Maybe even saved or changed a life with my HIV Prevention and advocacy work.
(So there!)







But I also experienced whats wrong with non-profits, medicine, academia, and governance from a privileged vantage point.
So I appreciate this August day of no meetings, hearings, deadlines, jargon, funder reports, or career politics seasoned with piquant pettiness.




Ahhhhh! Thanks, Hubby. Thanks bloggy friends!




I'm very proud to be a college graduate, a writer, a blogger who gets read, a beach bum.


And I'm SO happy that you share it all with me. My daily visits to New York, England, Tennessee, Louisiana, Detroit, New England, Jerusalem, Mumbai, Netherlands, Paris, the terrain of YOUR journey - enrich my days.
WOW!




So thanks for paddling by today. Mahalo &


Warm A L O H A!











Monday, August 17, 2009

Summer Sloth: Hurry!

A l o h a !
Just another beach day here in Waikiki. . .
click on photos to become tiny and enter their reality "The time to relax is when you don't have time for it."
Sidney J. Harris



“The very pink of perfection.”
Oliver Goldsmith




"You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete."
Buckminster Fuller



My weekend of Woodstock Flash-Backing has left me tired, and dehydrated. And where did this mud between my toes come from?
Much like that original journey back to normalcy afterwards, it may take me some time cruising the back roads, scenic overlooks, and detours of my memory to return to the Here & Now.






August has reached it's roller coaster peak, and from this suspended moment of pause I gasp as I look at the tiny Autumn below that soon will be rushing towards me.






Where did the Summer go?
Hurry up and RELAX everybody!







I just want to throw my hands up and scream my release as the ride of life plunges me into the vertiginous dive and curves and tilts of the Immediate Future.
Here it comes!






Try screaming with me:






AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!







We used to say: "The revolution will NOT be televised." We were sure the old order was passing away, but the process is taking much longer than expected.
The talking heads on cable TV may be yammering on, but I don't hear them. The culture wars can roll on without me for a while.







Shhh! I'm AWOL from responsibility!






I'm just gonna lay on the beach and celebrate a Selfish Summer Monday. I suggest you do the same even if your beach is a sofa, a pile of magazines, or purely imaginary. Feel free to insert yourself into any of the pictures here at da Spiral.







Join me? A L O H A!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

40 Years Ago This Weekend

I had my ticket. . . But when you got there, you didn't need one.

So I saved it all these years.



Yes, I know where I was

40 years ago

this weekend. . . .





It was a day and time when those of us who looked different, who had long hair and dressed differently were vilified and subject to rudeness, and even violence. We always seemed to be outnumbered. Suddenly we found ourselves in the largest crowd that anyone had ever seen. And it was US! None of us self-described "freaks" had dreamed that there were this many of us!
There was no sanitation, no hot food, or violence. Just people who looked like us and who wanted to celebrate
Music and Love.
What's so funny about peace, love, and understanding anyway?







Looking at footage of the crowds gives me flashbacks for sure! We were certain that the world was changing. It has in many ways. My eyes fill with tears, and I can't believe that it was 40 years ago. In some ways it seems like centuries ago. But it all goes by so fast!

Don't doubt that a single loving witness may tip the balance for good; The more loving world we thus create, becomes a new balance.

Thanks for dropping by my pad;

PEACE, Man!

Aloha, Cloudia
Read more memories of the Summer of '69 at this previous post: http://comfortspiral.blogspot.com/2009/07/40-years-ago-today.html

Saturday, August 15, 2009

PO: The Dark of Night

A l o h a !
Welcome to the world of "Po,"
Po the dark, the night, the mysterious. . .
click on photos to awaken the spirits Beneath Waikiki's Mystical Moon . . .


"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more."

George Gordon Byron


The leaves reveal their faces. . . See the profile in the center?



"Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries."
George Elliot

And we humans float our own puny moon-lets . . .
an homage. . . a propitiation,
Whistling past the grave yard. . .



"People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live...[We] never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born."
Albert Einstein
A L O H A ! Cloudia