Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Un-paraphras-able

ALOHA !
 Forever Autumn by The Moody Blues on Grooveshark
" That we want
is enduring;
What we want
changes
as culture does. "

Helen Fisher
















" Research shows
that experts are no better
at predicting the future
than dart-throwing monkeys. "

Vinod Khosla










“There is no reason
anyone would want a computer
in their home.”

Ken Olson,
co-founder of Digital Equipment Corp.,
1977














Have you ever held a palm tree in the palm of your hand?





" If you look deeply into the palm of your hand,

you will see your parents

and all generations of your ancestors.

All of them are alive in this moment.

Each is present in your body.

You are the continuation of each of these people."

 Thich Nhat Hanh






















“It doesn't matter what he does—
he will never amount to anything.”
 
Albert Einstein’s teacher
to his father, 1895
 
 
 
 
 












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Harvest

We must not hope to be mowers
and gather the ripe gold ears
Unless we first have been sowers
and watered the furrows with tears
 
It is not just as we take it
This mystical world of ours
Life's field will yield as we make it
A harvest of thorns or flowers

Goethe


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Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Obama Is -

ALOHA !

Obama is not
a golden-skinned socialist
who gives away
free healthcare-






- You're thinking of Jesus









“What you do
speaks so loud 
that I cannot hear
what you say.” 

Ralph Waldo Emerson













“Charity is no substitute
for justice withheld.” 

Saint Augustine














“ When I give food to the poor,
they call me a saint.
When I ask 
why the poor have no food,
they call me a communist. ”

  Dom Helder Camara





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Monday, November 21, 2011

Sunshine Means a Lot to Me

ALOHA !
Sunshine, Sunshine by Tom Rush on Grooveshark



"Music is invisible cinema. "

Aaron Parks
















"God gave us the gift of life; 
it is up to us
to give ourselves
the gift of living well. " 

Voltaire









"Share instead of compare. "

Wavy Gravy





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Lately it has occurred to me
that if my emotional balance
depends on the moods
or opinions
of others
I'll never achieve
it for long.

True balance emerges
within myself
and does not rely
on the judgements of 
others.


Gosh!
I hope YOU agree with me!!!

                                                                Warmly, cloudia


 " Anyone can hold the helm
when the sea is calm. "
-Syrus Pubilius


Sunday, November 20, 2011

Natalie Wood

 ALOHA !
The Sun Is Gray by Natalie Wood on Grooveshark




" At night, 
when the sky is full of stars
 and the sea is still 
you get the wonderful sensation
 that you are floating in space. " 


Natalie Wood


















"When you are sorrowful
 look again in your heart, 
and you shall  see
that in truth
you are weeping for that
which has been your
delight. "

 Kahlil Gibran















This is the boat from which Natalie departed this life,
docked here in Honolulu

"I like being on the water
 or near the water,
 but not in the water."

Natalie Wood




  =^.^=





Perhaps
 it is because she grew up before our eyes
in the movies
that Natalie Wood seemed more than
a "movie star."


There was something
 very individual,
honest,
vulnerable,
and familiar
 about her.



She was beautiful too,
but in an unassuming,
un-brassy way.




Like an ancient hero
she was taken too soon,
 taken into 
the realm of 
the immortals.





The boat from upon which
 she sailed
from land for the last time
has been re-sold,
and docked here in Honolulu
for many years.



Now that the case surrounding her death
is being re-examined
officials are coming over from California
to scrutinize the vessel.




Meteorology
was my college lab science.
The professor told us
that he would give us extra credit
for every weather-related news story
we clipped/printed
and brought to class.



"How many weather stories can there BE?"
I wondered.


But that turned out to be
just what he was teaching us:
the importance of weather,
( once you notice it )
all over the world
week after week.

I had no problem
finding such a story
every week,
all semester.


Have YOU found
that visiting Hawaii
 via this blog
has been a little 
like that?



Here on the most remote islands
on Earth,
my life MUST be quite different
from yours
-and yet-
there always seems to be
something
that I find
 to present to 
Y O U.



In this case,
my connection to Natalie
goes beyond sharing a harbor 
for many years
with the 'death boat.'






When the film
"Inside Daisy Clover" came out
I was the same age
 as the character she played:
a tom-boy who mostly raised herself.





If you watch,
really watch,
the performance at the beginning
 of the video below,
you will see an extraordinary
"something"
that spoke deeply to me
as an adolescent;



A yearning,
a determination,
a 'self-pumping up'
an unconventionality
that I really identified with.




You're Gonna Hear From ME
Thanks for letting us hear from
Y O U 
in comments

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Inside Daisy Clover HERE

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Message of the Trees

ALOHA !

I Talk To The Wind by The Crimson Jazz Trio on Grooveshark


These trees carry on a decades-long conversation


" A sure cure for seasickness
is to sit under a tree.  "

Spike Milligan













Wood is as fluid as a dancer,
and just as expressive
if you have eyes & heart to see





" A fool sees not the same tree
that a wise man sees.  "

William Blake














Ah, a message of well-being! 

" A tree against the sky 
possesses the same interest,
the same character,
the same expression 
as the figure of a human. "

Georges Rouault
 









It's all going to be "OK"
more HERE


All things share the same breath
- the beast, the tree, the man-
the air shares its spirit
with all the life it supports.  "

Chief Seattle



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The Hawaiians believed the same
so they shared their breath
their "HA"
in the ALOHA
and in the HONI greeting;

"The honi is a Polynesian greeting
in which two people greet each other 
by pressing noses and inhaling at the same time.
This is a very honorific as this represents the exchange of ha
--the breath of life--
and mana
spiritual power between two people. "


Source: Renee Bishaw,





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Friday, November 18, 2011

Potato Skies

A L O H A !
Urge For Going [Remastered Album Version] by Tom Rush on Grooveshark

Too much golden butter
on these morning mashed potato clouds. . . 
Part of me actually hungers
for gray days
at this time of year.










I mean the kind of grey,
November days I knew
growing up on the East Coast.

  Skies of pewter, and stone.
  When the world seems
empty
of inspiration
or sparkle;

But that's OK.
We hide at home
accomplishing "nothing."
Reading the same page
over and over,
till overcome by
staring,
infectious as a
yawn.




I think
sometimes
we need to lie fallow;
like a field.

Something undoubtedly
mentally healthy
is occurring then.

Some of us,
slaves to the 'should'
need colds or flu
to force us to participate
in this orgy of
non-participation.

But I believe
in wool-gathering
days.








We sleep-walk through tasks
that cannot be postponed
(or ducked).
  But long to return home
  to stare with delicious
vacancy
at the TV,
blogs,
whatever. . .


Bed and beverages 
are important parts
of this ritual
too.




One feels (I feel!)
about as interesting
as a lump of cold potatoes.

(How nice for YOU)
But that's OK;
It's strangely cozy
feeling like that
lump.










Why have I never noticed this
while walking 20+ years in Waikiki? 












Oahu in November
has such days,
days of puddles and puddings.
  Days to savor. 
Days to be potato:
  All eyes, no mouth. 

Days to cherish the bland 
the every-day-ness
of Fall.

Of life.

  Blessed soft days!

To rest up,
to hide, 
to hold indulgent parties
 with myself.

(Another cupcake?)


What guilty, unproductive joys
tempt YOU to hide at home
on such a gray
mashed potato
day?

Rouse yourself long enough to leave a comment, please.


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