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Location: Hawaii, United States

one of my favorite quotes: Be Humble for you are made of earth; Be Noble for you are made of stars.

Friday, January 21, 2005

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 _________________,

Your mother has told me of the discovery you made a few nights ago, and I have thought of you a great many times since.

It is one of the most important milestones of your life – a life which I hope may be a very happy and useful one.

What mysteries our lives are! The manner of our origin – the nurturing we have received from our own mothers before our eyes see the world – the thoughtful pensive solicitation on the part of our mothers while our bodies were growing within their own, wondering, hoping, planning for us before we were yet born. And the mystery, just as great, of the growth of our bodies after we come into the world – our bodies, and our minds growing and developing and unfolding as though there were, indeed, a divine hand which had worked out the entire plan in some miraculous way.

Please be sure that there is no creature so beautiful as a good woman. You have been a good girl. You are now a woman. How I hope you will have as the prayer of your whole life, “God make me a good woman”! And that you will always be just that.

Do not try to understand the reason why you – as a woman – must be that way. As the moon changes every 28 days, so must you. Why, never mind. It has to be, that’s all. But remember, too, that as the moon controls the tides, and as she plays her part in the seasons, the years, the balancing of all earth’s forces – so may you, the woman, become one of God’s Chosen Vessels in influencing the good things which only good women can accomplish.

Do not consider yourself unfortunate. Do not pity yourself. You have nothing in the planning of these mysteries. You should offer no complaint that they are so.

But please – my own daughter – when you are in your room all by yourself – be grateful that you have reached this milestone, that you are the perfect, normal, healthy member of your sex. Be conscious of the high station you are called to, and vow that – no matter how other girls may do, you will always be the one to whom everybody can look, and say, “there’s the best woman I know.” Be glad that maybe you will some day marry, and that you can become the mother of children. And be determined that if that time comes, you will be as good a mother as your own mother has been, and is.

Please accept this little word of congratulations, dear – as just between us two. You are very precious to me. And you will never know the joy, and the heartache and concern a father knows when his first-born daughter reaches that period in her life you have reached.

I know you will never fail me.

Best love,

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Sweet William

There is a bitterness in you;
your laugh sounds a hard irony,
in your eyes lurk a hidden darkness.

What is feeding that dark secret?
That secret that shadows your presence...

You say that your home is where your heart is.
Somewhere other than here...
Don't you know that your heart is within you?

Have you forgotten so easily who you really are?
You are only lost to yourself, my son.
I await your return.

Monday, January 17, 2005

What planet is this? Posted by Hello

I've been having some interesting dreams lately. It seems they arrive about 4am, just about the time when the morning noises slowly start and I lie in semi-slumber, vaguely aware of a humming vibration in my solar plexus.

In one of the dreams I was given the Book....the Book that had all the answers to my questions....the Book of my life....and I was thrilled. Not only were the answers there, but so were the instructions. It would be so simple; I need only follow the simple instructions and I could be sure that I was following the correct path and fulfilling the purpose I was born to. And then I woke and remembered nothing of what the Book had within its pages. (sigh)

The next night, I dreamt that I finally understood what it was I was to speak of....not necessarily what I wanted or wished to speak of, but what was NEEDED. (there can be a difference). Again, I woke and could remember nothing of the details, only that I should distinguish between these two and choose the necessity.

And last night, in the Dream, I could touch, see and move the energy fields....they appeared like colorful bouncing bubbles to me......they were marvelous to behold and to know. I woke and was delighted that I had not been deceived......the experiences were real....and then I really woke and discovered that it had been dream within a dream!

Frustrating dreams and yet promising, too. Feels like I'm maybe getting close to something....

For today, what I wish to say, and what I believe may need to be said is this:
The world is depending upon you.

but my silence is better

Saturday, January 08, 2005


And so once again
My dear Johnny my dear friend
And so once again you are fightin' us all
And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum

You say I have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But I can remember
All the good things you are
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the peace and the star
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade the handshake for the fist

And so once again
Oh, America my friend
And so once again
You are fighting us all
And when we ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
Oh, my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum

You say we have turned
Like the enemies you've earned
But we can remember
All the good things you are
And so we ask you please
Can we help you find the peace and the star
Oh my friend
We have all come
To fear the beating of your drum

- Joni Mitchell

Monday, January 03, 2005

The Big Island of Hawaii is known as the "healing island". Many are called to Hawaii, their dreams of Paradise pulling them here. Some look for that idyllic place with endless lazy days; food literally dropping from the trees and jumping from the ocean onto their dinner plates. Some come seeking spiritual enlightenment or to open their own healing retreat...(lots and lots of those!) Others have grand financial schemes. Some are simply running away from their dreary lives in their homelands, in search of the exotic.

The stories are endless. Mine is just one of them. I came here thinking I was rescuing a friend; I very nearly needed rescue myself, instead! I also thought I was preparing the way for my family to follow. I had found a place far from the crowding and pressures of urban life on the East Coast. A place filled with natural wonders, a place where people greet and treat one another with Aloha, rather than cold indifference. Instead, it seems I almost live the life of an exile. None of the others have followed me yet(although my son arrives this week for an extended stay.)

Hawaii has a way of knocking sense into us. There is no place for the arrogant here. Preconceptions will fall, for sure....and the changes come, whether invited or not. I haven't met a single newcomer whose way here hasn't been marked by some trouble or turmoil. Many return to their prior lives; many sink into alcoholism or drug addiction. There is a price to be paid for living in paradise. And yes, I've been humbled. I've not enjoyed the professional success I had on the mainland, for one. I do without many of the material belongings or security I once had, too. Do I need them? ....seems that I do not! (smile) But I've made some good friends and come to be more comfortable with who I am as a human, stripped of social prestige or family connections or status symbol. I was moved to tears when a service organization I belong to made a contribution in my name. I've been humbled by the kindness of strangers. I learn to receive, as well as to give....

Thank God for the healing of these blessed islands. It is in the humbling they offer where the healing begins.

Malama Pono

Masters and Artisans

certain "online presences" who inspire and influence my ramblings - I'd like to thank them!

1) Maria de Feral - translator and author -

2) Mushtaq Ali al Ansari - teacher and friend

3) Steven Barnes - author and online life coach

There are more - but these few links provide a glimpse of some of those whose work I admire

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