ophe's promise

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51871972011-04-21T09:30:54.539-10:00ophe's promisesomething akin to a sketch padRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.comBlogger1531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1161842383835797232006-10-25T19:52:00.000-10:002006-10-25T19:59:43.843-10:00on top of Old Rag

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } on top of Old Rag, originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. how I spent my summer (or at least part of it - smile)

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1161842253724874802006-10-25T19:50:00.000-10:002006-10-25T19:57:33.813-10:00Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1132335420074343362005-11-18T07:32:00.000-10:002005-11-18T07:37:00.086-10:00reminder to anyone wallowing in the depths

ANOTHER TRAIN - Pete Morton THE BEGINNING IS NOW AND WILL ALWAYS BE,YOU SAY YOU LOST YOUR CHANCE AND THAT FATE BROUGHT YOU DEFEAT,BUT THAT MEANS NOTHING, YOU LOOK SO SAD,YOU'VE BEEN LISTENING TO THOSE WHO SAY YOU MISSED YOUR CHANCE.THERE'S ANOTHER TRAIN, THERE ALWAYS IS,MAYBE THE NEXT ONE IS YOURS, GET UP AND CLIMB ABOARD ANOTHER TRAIN.YOU MAY FEEL YOU'RE DONE, BUT THERE'S NO SUCH THING,THOUGH

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There is no lover in my arms, but I'm in love! how can that be? by The Waterboys FISHERMAN"S BLUESI wish I was a fishermantumblin' on the seasfar away from dry landand it's bitter memoriescastin' out my sweet linewith abandonment and loveno ceiling bearin' down on mesave the starry sky abovewith light in my headwith you in my arms... i wish i was the brakemanon a hurtlin fevered traincrashin

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1131641553956488972005-11-10T06:56:00.000-10:002005-11-10T06:56:51.930-10:00

Today is a day for the sowing of seeds;come join me kahuna, kumu share your manao and alohathe wind and rivers can carry them mamao'aethis is the way of love and malama pono(with apologies for my fractured usage of the precious Hawaiian language)

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1131557352580809312005-11-09T07:37:00.000-10:002005-11-09T07:37:49.380-10:00the moon speaks to her beloved

I do not require your loveI only wish your gazeI have nothing to teach you;I am only here to remind youof your sunand so....when you look into meand see my waters become still and calmsink into those depthsand know what is realwithin youBeloved

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1130773552719455482005-10-31T05:45:00.000-10:002005-10-31T05:45:52.766-10:00hula practice - queen's palace

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so......last night my son and I went to a costume party - he was Dionydes and I a wood nymph - by the end of the evening our names had morphed into "grape dude" and "tree lady" - (smile) - the best part of the evening was making music with solomon, john, rayanne, andre and his shy girlfriend with a big beautiful voice - (I was on the drum) - some times it seems the most important thing one can do

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1130388045931406872005-10-26T18:40:00.001-10:002005-10-26T18:40:45.936-10:00Tremble

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Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1130387926093075552005-10-26T18:38:00.000-10:002005-10-26T18:38:46.130-10:00 - or - pilgrim's rest

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1130246665574734492005-10-25T03:22:00.000-10:002005-10-25T03:24:25.580-10:00

"We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be." - Kurt Vonnegut

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1129951637467019432005-10-21T17:25:00.000-10:002005-10-25T04:08:20.083-10:00Mauna Kea - the Wau Akua (place where the gods live)

The world is a very different place at 9000 feet elevation. The clouds arrive suddenly, envelope you and then evaporate as quickly as they appeared.

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1130249392577480102005-10-21T17:09:00.000-10:002005-10-25T04:10:48.636-10:00Mauna Kea Cloud

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1129922272393524592005-10-21T09:40:00.000-10:002005-10-21T09:41:26.633-10:00

dream recalled from some few years ago - i was climbing up a steep mountain path, a man accompanying me - a steep climb and an unknown path (to me) - i am carrying sacred objects in both hands - one hand holds a pouch or bag, the contents not known to me except that i know that it contains powerful symbols or tokens - the other hand carries a sort of stick, as i recall - somehow our trek up this

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1129647913028253542005-10-18T05:05:00.000-10:002005-10-18T05:05:13.083-10:00sisters

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Emailing: Grass Dancers, originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. they dance to a drum and to the chant

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1128616461651346382005-10-06T06:22:00.000-10:002005-10-06T06:34:21.656-10:00Ramadan

Blessed Ramadan to my friends who are observing - I join you this year, and my prayers are for your success in purifying yourselves- Day One for me was difficult but I guess I passed the first test - Day Two was an utter failure, except that I learned how pitiful my will power is and how endless my self's capacity for inventing excuses. Today is a new day.....So.....no congratulations to Ruth ..

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1128358371092650782005-10-04T05:30:00.000-10:002005-10-04T05:28:38.083-10:00I've Been Tagged

Seven things I plan to do (insha'Allah) before I die:1) Walk up to the top of Hualalai (so far, I've only made it part of the way - 6200 feet - the crater is at 8200 feet)2) Look into the eyes of the love of my life 3) Hold my grandchild (not one is even in the "planning stage" yet, though) 4) Continue learning the ways of nature and share what I learn5) Lighten someone's burden6) Plant some

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1127895435220250272005-09-27T22:08:00.000-10:002005-09-27T22:17:15.230-10:00Ua mau ke ea o ka aina i kapono

The life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness.

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1127507621737371592005-09-23T10:33:00.000-10:002005-09-23T10:33:41.740-10:00waipio valley stream crossing

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1127507576668520722005-09-23T10:32:00.000-10:002005-09-23T10:32:56.673-10:00petroglyph

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1127507143583088142005-09-23T10:23:00.000-10:002005-09-23T10:25:43.586-10:00thought for a day

"the achievement of attentive observation is all a matter of restoring the primordial while in the midst of the temporal, reversing the ordinary flow while in its very midst."

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1125971611597586142005-09-05T15:53:00.000-10:002005-09-05T15:53:31.600-10:00waipio valley floor

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } waipio valley floor, originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. Waipio Valley is accessible only by 4-wheel drive, on foot, or on horseback (donkey-back?) - once the home of many Hawaiian families, now home to a few - (

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1125971180487743532005-09-05T15:48:00.000-10:002005-09-05T15:57:04.976-10:00Waipio "nightingale"

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Waipio "nightingale", originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. a unicorn who lives in the magical Waipio Valley - oh, you don't see his horn? Look more closely.....

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1125971275039634892005-09-05T15:47:00.000-10:002005-09-05T15:57:47.656-10:00closeup of nightingale

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } closeup of nightingale, originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. See? Oh.....I guess you need to squint your eyes just the right way....it takes the right eyes to see a unicorn......

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1125971317291986812005-09-05T15:44:00.000-10:002005-09-05T15:55:23.943-10:00his home

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1125971398598071552005-09-05T15:40:00.000-10:002005-09-05T15:58:24.620-10:00valley resident

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1124080861845970852005-08-14T18:41:00.000-10:002005-08-14T18:41:01.896-10:00beyond the bones

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1124005086177362652005-08-13T21:36:00.000-10:002005-08-13T21:38:06.180-10:00

I believed that if I only loved you enough,you would live.....you commanded me to liveand then you dieddogan, I believe

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1123285784032741712005-08-05T13:48:00.000-10:002005-08-05T13:49:44.036-10:00Mo'okini Heiau

Yesterday's visit to this sacred site was unplanned. We were enjoying a quiet picnic lunch on a secluded windy bluff in North Kohala when a middle-aged Japanese tourist couple approached. Without speaking English, the gentleman pointed to his map and inquired how to locate the heiau. We gave him directions and sent them on their way - and then decided to go visit the site, as well. It is

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1123283723283760592005-08-05T13:15:00.000-10:002005-08-05T13:15:23.286-10:00within Mo'okini Heiau

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1123283664304799682005-08-05T13:14:00.000-10:002005-08-05T13:14:24.306-10:00the place of sacrifice

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } the place of sacrifice, originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. someone recently brought an offering - I don't know the name of the seeds strung on the lei

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1123283578202471182005-08-05T13:12:00.000-10:002005-08-05T13:12:58.206-10:00remains of the heiau

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } remains of the heiau, originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. Mo'okini Heiau - according to the chants (oral history and genealogy) built around 340 AD and dedicated to Ku - the site of many human sacrifices - virtually

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1123099367505335992005-08-03T10:02:00.000-10:002005-08-03T10:02:47.510-10:00

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1123099252438757042005-08-03T10:00:00.000-10:002005-08-03T10:00:52.443-10:00

I live in a place where even a mountain of hardened stone can melt like butter

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1123098107012212692005-08-03T09:34:00.000-10:002005-08-03T09:41:47.016-10:00Do you believe in God?

Oh, no, I believe......in something much bigger........

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122954970125417832005-08-01T17:51:00.000-10:002005-08-01T17:56:10.130-10:00Youssou N'Dour - So many men

I feel like a bird todayI'm gonna show you, I'm gonna make itset me free.....

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122871387918502162005-07-31T18:43:00.000-10:002005-07-31T18:43:07.923-10:00the end of the world

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122871148213122132005-07-31T18:39:00.000-10:002005-07-31T18:39:08.216-10:00where we've been

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122870053735945562005-07-31T18:20:00.000-10:002005-07-31T18:20:53.740-10:00

There are no special people, only special moments in ordinary lives

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122075432757286842005-07-22T13:36:00.000-10:002005-07-22T13:37:12.763-10:00Integrity

a distant memory.........back in the day, when I was the recipient of (and much dependent upon) child support payments from my ex-husband, visits to the Family Court were a real trial for me, as the ex had a volatile temper and would often be loudly argumentative. I often shamed myself with tears of humiliation ....One time, upon the petition of my ex-husband to reduce child support payments, I

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122070393919064152005-07-22T12:13:00.000-10:002005-07-22T12:13:13.923-10:00a bridge to ???

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122070121419209112005-07-22T12:08:00.000-10:002005-07-22T12:08:41.423-10:00layers of blue

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122070056554399622005-07-22T12:07:00.000-10:002005-07-22T12:07:36.556-10:00splash

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122069821372560932005-07-22T12:03:00.000-10:002005-07-22T12:03:41.376-10:00kapu

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122069727309019552005-07-22T12:02:00.000-10:002005-07-22T12:02:07.313-10:00Arch

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1122069599244173012005-07-22T11:59:00.000-10:002005-07-22T11:59:59.283-10:00a different trail

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1121796608538610002005-07-19T08:08:00.000-10:002005-07-19T08:10:08.543-10:00

"The truth is that life is hard and dangerous; that he who seeks his own happiness does not find it; that he who is weak must suffer; that he who demands love will be disappointed; that he who is greedy will not be fed; that he who seeks peace will find strife; that truth is only for the brave; that joy is only for him who does not fear to be alone; that life is only for the one who is not afraid

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1121453382287220012005-07-15T08:49:00.000-10:002005-07-15T08:49:42.326-10:00a gateway

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } a gateway, originally uploaded by morningstar treebud. do you wish to pass under these boughs into the pond beyond - and into the unknown?

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1121358992421523252005-07-14T06:36:00.000-10:002005-07-14T06:36:32.426-10:00make yourself at home

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1121358953296726612005-07-14T06:35:00.000-10:002005-07-14T06:35:53.340-10:00Serenity

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1121200079898468402005-07-12T10:26:00.000-10:002005-07-12T10:27:59.903-10:00

"A psychic, he went on, was like a sponge, a photographic plate with an unconscious that must look like an amusement park." - Umberto Eco in "Foucault's Pendulum"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the below entry was written under the influence of a prior day spent bickering with a friend and in futile attempts to evade a torrential rainstorm that followed us in

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1120982816670178632005-07-09T23:20:00.000-10:002005-07-12T10:12:54.906-10:00

one day this restlessness may pass....but for today, I dream of high windy places - the more turbulent the air, the better.......a storm is a fine thing to be and to be inside of.....picture a shoreline buffeted by waves....in time the sand and loose soil is carried off, leaving only the bare rocks...the Truth....the same for me in the wind.....Let the wind blast away all that is temporary,

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The Whole Of The Moon I pictured a rainbowYou held it in your handI had flashesYou saw the planI wandered out in the world for yearsWhile you just stayed in your roomI saw the crescentYou saw the whole of the moonThe whole of the moonYou were there in the turnstilesWith the wind at your heelsYou stretched for the starsAnd you know how it feelsTo reach too highToo farToo soonYou saw the whole of

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1120849331154106232005-07-08T09:02:00.000-10:002005-07-08T09:02:11.190-10:00Beware...

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1119197066284140602005-06-19T06:05:00.000-10:002005-06-19T06:04:26.290-10:00Honey, I'm hooooome!

.....A celebratory graduation, an extended visit with my mother and her companions in elder heaven-on-earth, a woman-only weekend with all my daughters, picnic and poker in a pittsburgh park, an arts festival, a piano concert, a zany umbrella circus, a visit to the emergency room and seemingly endless hours spent in highway driving and in airports and planes - a busy and refreshing reunion with

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1117562453035868862005-05-31T08:00:00.000-10:002005-05-31T08:00:53.040-10:00my life as a poorly conceived soap opera

no details, sorry - let's just say it has something to do with "losing my religion"I'll be traveling the next couple of weeks - very unlikely I'll have time or means to post to the blog - no worries, though, mates - getting better at soft landings.....and because I am grateful for those who visit my blog - this little gift from Rainer Maria Rilke (translation Robert Bly):12And then that girl the

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1117472626429543462005-05-30T07:03:00.000-10:002005-05-30T07:59:51.513-10:00the road to maluhia

Ruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13871893655997320160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187197.post-1117471583182689962005-05-30T06:45:00.000-10:002005-05-30T08:00:54.430-10:00...and I still don't know if I'm a falqon, a storm, or a great song...

"Ruthie, its like you're taking a course in advanced auto mechanics, but you don't even know how to change the oil, yet."......So, I'm tired of inscrutable riddles, silent replies, dead-end detours, I'm tired of this frustration - I want to quit! I'm going for a walk; you may find me still walking a hundred years from now - I'm not walking FROM anyone or anything - I'm not walking TOWARDS anyone

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When you come to a fork in the road,take it. - Yogi Berra

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Friday eve, I was feeling uplifted and decided to go into town. The "Kona All-Star Jam" was presenting a free pre-tour preview at the MIXX Bistro. The MIXX Bistro is an open-air sort of place - there is a roof over the band and the small bar - the rest of it has the night sky as ceiling and walls consisting of mere plywood lattice-work and some few potted plants. The band featured Jesse Colin

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While waiting to get into our apartment, Will and I spent a couple of days "camping" out at one of the resort hotels in Kailua-Kona. It's luxury, for sure, and perhaps an unnecessary extravagance, but it eased the stress of a move during busy times for both of us. The hotels offer special "kamaaina" rates for local residents and we weren't the only local visitors to the hotel that weekend. My

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That's young Ruthie with chin in hands, blissful thoughts in mind and cousins and siblings in company

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MALUHIA- peace, quietness, safety; a sense of the presence and power of the gods; fear, dread; the solemn awe and stillness that reigned during some of the ancient kapu (tapu); cloudy and dark, as when the sun does not break at all~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Remember the post about my walk where I met "Gentle Ben"? That place is known as

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http://www.kayton-art.com/

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My son and I have been moving this past week - from the 1100 foot elevation to sea-level (I can hear the ocean's surf from my bedroom - yay!) - a dramatic change in climate where there is less rain, more heat - it seems I'm consuming gallons of water per day - I realize that I've accumulated far too much "stuff" - a great time to rid myself of non-essentials again (hmmmmm......what thing IS

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What do you do when the road is impossibly mucky? I sometimes hop a fence (even if barbed-wire) and pass the muddy impasse....

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Today I honor William Butler Yeats WHEN YOU ARE OLDWhen you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows, deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing

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hoala honu (awaken, turtle) Hawaii

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follow me

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Kumu KoaKumu - 1) foundation ,base,trunk or 2)teacher or 3)beginning, source, originKoa - 1) brave, fearless or 2) soldier or warrior or 3)endemic forest treeThis giant tree, native only to Hawaii, was used for generations for the great canoes that carried Hawaiians in their sea-going ventures. Today, there are NO Koa trees of the size required to fashion a large canoe, but with continued

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Koa

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a photo by my son, Will - above the valleys of the kings

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Two words to eliminate from our vocabulary?A few years ago, in the parking lot of Costco's (which, by the way, has almost become the town center due to its "bargain" prices - much to the detriment of our locally-owned business enterprises) I met an older woman who was struggling with loading her purchases into her pick-up truck. We helped her a little and so struck up a conversation. I forget

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if you look closely, you may see the spider's web

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Akaka Falls

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Walking to Akaka Falls yesterday, I encountered a woman (Barbara) who was struggling with the steepness of the path. She was huffing and puffing, and had stopped to catch her breath while her party continued on without her. I paused to say hello and to give her a little encouragement. Barbara said she thought she was about to have a coronary attack and I told her, "no, just go slowly

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I was more intrigued by these tiny falls from a mountain spring - these falls that I can touch and feel blessed by

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Ohia Lehua growing in a lava field

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The Ohia Lehua is the first to appear on new lava - a harbinger of new life and fertility - the tree's name is Ohia and its blossom is called Lehua ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Legend of Ohia and Lehua One day Pele, the goddess of the volcano, met a handsome young man named Ohia. She desired to have him as her sweetheart. He confessed

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Why are these mushrooms growing in a circle? Please reply if you have any idea Botany

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My son Will, broke his neck last June in a diving accident. Not only did he survive, he thrives. He didn't know I took this photo Sunday afternoon- it was a very windy day - Will, the willow! spirit

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feet of clay

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Funny, I live in a colorful world - our landscape is vibrant and lush - yet my dreams are in black and white these days - I somehow knew that I'd be passing through these "dark days" - where I dredge up old griefs that I want exorcised finally and completely- and where I battle the bitterness and cynicism that seeks to creep into my being- cynicism must be reserved only for the youthful - it is

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FacesPeople get the face they deserve, it's been said. I used to say I wanted to have either a stunningly beautiful face, or a strikingly homely one; at least it would create an impression and a reaction; I could then read people's souls, mirrored in their reaction to my face..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One early morning, before dawn,

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Buddha Inside the LightThe core of every core, the kernel of every kernel, an almond! held in itself, deepening in sweetness:all of this, everything, right up to the stars,is the meat around your stone. Accept my bow.Oh, yes, you feel it, how the weights on you are gone!Your husk has reached into what has no end,and that is where the great saps are brewing now.On the outside a warmth is helping

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Will took this pic with his cell-phone - I like it because it's so non-descript, cannot identify the person - (this is what happens in the absence of light) - who is in that face, I wonder? - something odd going on with the mouth and jaw, too - wonder what causes that effect in the face as she ages? - anyway - I have as much detachment from the face in this photo as I do when I view pictures of

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foggy Ruth

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A Little Conversation with GodThis morning, I woke very early before dawn; looking at the clock and thinking that it was really much too early to be starting my day, I stayed in bed and thought of a question I might ask God. I don't often expect direct answers to my questions, but on at least one occasion I did receive what seemed an answer. I was in an especially pitiful and despairing mood

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"My religion is simple; my religion is kindness." - attributed to the Dalai Lama"I'm not always right, but I'm always corrected." - John Lindsey"I'm not as good as I should be, I'm not as good as I want to be, but I'm better than I used to be." - Morty Breier

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How can I embrace my religion, while at the same time acknowledging the truth in others?There is a discussion going on at Mushtaq's blog (tracelesswarrior.blogspot.com)about religious tolerance. I'd like to share the words of a Hawaiian kupuna (elder) who lived on Moloka'i during the time when missionaries began spreading the word of Christ amongst the Hawaiian people. Her name is Kaili'ohe

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The Interview GameHere is how the blogging “Interview Game” is played:1) Leave me a comment saying “interview me.” The first five commenters will be the participants.2) I will respond by asking you five questions.3) You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.4) You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.5) When others

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Pu'u Umi (The place of Umi)Umi was an alii of the Hawaiian Islands sixteenth century; I've not been able to discover much about him except that he exacted a cruel revenge on a former surfing competitor (had him sacrificed) and that a heiau, named for him (A'hua Umi), in the center of the Big Island was one of the first astronomical observatories of his people. The Wau Akua (Place of the Gods) is

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Pu'u Umi forest preserve

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can you read his markings?

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A zebra in Hawaii.....go figure.....(this zebra does NOT live in a zoo, by the way) - it shares it's quarters with the long-horned creature seen in today's other photo

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Today's post is just a catch-up for those who've been asking what I've been up to in the past few weeks....A lot has happened recently, including: 3 deaths of friends/acquantainces (people I really, really wish I'd gotten to know better) Judy and Jerry (husband and wife activists, volunteers and leaders - bear-hugging, loving, good folks) died together in a highway car crash and Dave (the

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To be a woman today, one is blessed with a multitude of choices that perhaps were denied our own mothers and grandmothers. And yet, our mothers and grandmothers were respected and honored for their appointed role. Did we really require liberation from this, I wonder? A letter from my grandfather to his daughter, my mother (he was often travelling): Charleston, SC Monday, March 18, 1935 Dear

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