for the lemony papaya tangy and sweet, fresh from the tree. For the freshly squeezed orange, frothy and tart. For the Shama’s flutelike song, rich and strong. For the fountain pouring into the spring fed pond, cold and clear. For the way that the Japanese Koi leap out of the water, glistening orange and white…

Happy Thanksgiving!

They are gearing up for New Year’s Eve in November

our ‘ohana continues to be a part of the breath and soil of Lana’i…

You are the Silversword high on the cliff of my longing. I suffer when we are apart. Aloof in your lunar terrain your maroon cluster fascinates me. The biting winds challenge my desire shield you from my furry touch. The Hawaiians call you ‘ahinahina. (very gray) You are succulent with your silver hair. I pollinate…

Each day’s purpose to cast the impression. Shape and smooth rough feeling into polished refinement. Spin the wheel of redemption, praying to turn moist clay into art, hardened by the oven of knowledge. An enduring image glazed and signed by the maker.

The vog is a kino lau of Pele,it brings messages as it covers the islands.

Today I will make the plunge. I will pause to catch my breath, then jump off the deep end and pray I will land in calmer waters. Some will miss the old me but will eventually go back to treading water and splashing their new friends. Whatever I do, once I jump I can’t look…

for La’akeaomaunalei from Tutu Cooch

The unnatural world lurks beneath the plumb of sensitivity waiting for us to take notice. It is an eerie place of ghosts trapped between then and now. In this alternate world lie the answers to life and death. At times the door opens to invite us in, but we are wary of the consequences that…