Friday, October 12, 2012

GO PLAY: KonaneOnWhidbey

Pete and I have lit up an idea for having some fun this winter. In time for the Makahiki Season that begins with the NEW MOON, Monday, October 15, 2012, we're gonna see if we can find some new (and old) friends to join us for some Hawaiian-style fun. Hawaiian Checkers. KONANE is an ancient board game for two people. Played by ali'i (royals) and maka'ainana (common folk), makua (adults) and keiki (children) the game is easy to learn and grows in complexity as patterns and strategy for play comes over time.We've created space for this play-time with KONANEOnWHIDBEY, putting out a call to the island folks of Whidbey Island (posted soon on our local coconut wireless DREWSLIST) and the publishing our our newest blog www.konanewhidbey.blogspot.com. 

Click on the link to KonaneWhidbey(the link was wrong, it's edited and works now, 'aue!) to get a look at what two old dears are cooking up for some Makahiki fun! If you're in the area, or on the island look us up and come join us at the board (the konane board.)

Happy New Year Hawaiian Style. Hauoli Makahiki Hou,
Mokihana and Pete

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Time and Turnings: New Moon in Libra, Monday, October 15, 2012 and the start of Makahiki




Hawaiians observe[d] Twelve Lunar Months every year. Each month featured 29 or 30 lunar phases (the Mauli phase at times being omitted) and was divided into three anahulu called Ho'onui (rising or waxing), Poepoe (full or round) and 'Emi (diminishing).

The start of the new year was marked with the rise of Makali'i, the "little eyes" (Pleiades). The first lunar month of the year, Makali'i, is said to begin with the first New Moon following the rise of Pleiades on the Eastern sky..."

Source: http://www.wpcouncil.org/indigenous/Indigenous_Display-1.pdf

New Moon in Libra, October 15, 2012 is Monday approaching. New Moon, New Year the potential for something new (an idea, a cleaned floor, a washed window) all stack up as a focus as Earth rotates and revolves in the heavens. The astrology of this New Moon? Here's what my astrologer Elsa wrote:
...The new moon is  supported by Jupiter so this offers a great chance for a fresh start on a Monday morning. Jupiter’s energy is protective. It’s benevolent, visionary and expansive. Libra deals with love, money and sociability.  Try to incorporate these things when you set your intention.  More (Jupiter) love (Libra) for example. Try to get along (Libra) with a broader range (Jupiter) of people."
That last line "Try to get along (Libra) with a broader range (Jupiter) of people" rings the bells in me as I get closer to a solar return, a birthday coming in mid-November. The New Moon and the New Year of Makahiki give me cause to celebrate positive and amazing progress in a life that needed reassembling. October 15 marks a year's anniversary of committing to retraining my brain (the limbic system-the ancient brain) and in particular the almond-shaped amygdala. For nearly a year of daytimes and night-times I've taken the path less traveled to re-define ideas, images and feelings about big and wild things like: fear, threat, danger and safety. That less traveled path is the one not trodden by habit. If there is one big, big thing this journey of healing from MCS has taught me it's this: the choice is ultimately mine! Blaming others for the habits or choices they make that (might) affect me is my habit. Habits and expectations are locked in if left unquestioned and last October 15th I made a choice to choose differently. Changing is difficult mostly because I have to keep believing the change is worth the discomfort; the water is deep when you launch from solidity of shallow water. The muscles for swimming new and deeper water (change) are unused to the exercise. For me, one of the muscles that needed exercise is the muscle that make my mouth say, "NO. No. nO." No, this is not for me. No, I have had enough and I'm leaving now. No, you don't really know what's best for me."


We watched the 2009 movie The Soloist the other night. The film is based on a true story of Nathaniel Ayers, a musician who develops schizophrenia and becomes homeless. If we had not 'become homeless' and without a house for seven months ourselves, the film would have struck me differently. Since we have the memory and the experience of being without a house the drama played notes on my internal strings: notes in minor keys the haunting and lower notes that bring up grief and sorrow. The most potent lines of the film were spoken by the social worker-maybe the director of the homeless shelter LAMP, when he is dogged by the well-meaning journalist who 'discovered' the musical genius Nathaniel Ayers  in the Los Angeles' Skid Row. The journalist is sure that the solution or fix for Ayers is therapy and drugs. "You can do that, right! Diagnose him and treat him with drugs. (paraphrased).' The answer the journalist receives is something like this: "These people have diagnosis, upon diagnosis. They don't need or want one more diagnosis; and drugs? Which drug haven't they had. LAMP is a program based on the belief that names its goal: HOUSING FIRST.

"The approach we use, and helped to pioneer, is called Housing First or permanent supportive housing. Conventional wisdom has long said that homeless people with disabilities had to “straighten up” before they could obtain housing. But people with severe disabilities cannot access treatment, let alone make dramatic changes in their lives, while struggling to survive on the streets.

 " Housing First approaches are based on the concept that a homeless individual or household's first and primary need is to obtain stable housing, and that other issues that may affect the household can and should be addressed once housing is obtained. In contrast, many other programs operate from a model of "housing readiness" — that is, that an individual or household must address other issues that may have led to the episode of homelessness prior to entering housing...


Our Quonset is now fully enclosed and mostly sealed against the dampness that moves back into the woods for winter. The look of a Long House creates joy. Pete is off for a few hours of his away-from-home work, but as he prepared to leave he turned around. I was hugging him but he could still look over my head. "It's just where I wanted to be before it starts to rain." We have lived in many places, and many on-lookers would never call these places "home" as they look on: a front yard in a Windward O'ahu residence; a driveway for the night; a parking lot stall along the white sandy shores of a Hawaiian beach ...

Watching The Soloist rewound memories just enough to bring me to the crossroads of my road less traveled; the one where I understand to stay off the trodden path of an incited amygdala. To have a house that we call home ushered us into this space "a homeless individual or household's first and primary need is to obtain stable housing, and that other issues that may affect the household can and should be addressed once housing is obtained."As the New Moon and the Pleiades signal the beginning of a New Year approaching I write from the comfort of that housing obtained. Without housing my decision to begin retraining my ancient brain ... the one that is ignited and left in the fully-on position, the one that is probably living with most homeless, was not an option. Timing is divine, we have made sense of trauma and come to a new island, a place where we are housed and at home.
Home ... inside a well-built nest



Homelessness is an equal opportunity experience. Exemption is not guaranteed, and the fix? No easy solutions. But, there is a grace to the potency of a New Moon intention to "try to get along (Libra) with a broader range (Jupiter) of people." The gray skies mute the senses today. I think of the many new relationships I have experienced since committing to retraining my amygdala; practicing limits and exercising my mouth and mind to say "No" and mean it. A year of practice and I can feel how much more space I have in my heart for "Yes!" I'm just where I hoped to be before winter came.




Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Get fired up ... get fired up ... get fired up



That's the former Blue-sides kitchen at the end of the path
We're busy piecing together the newest version of our Quonset kitchen, transforming the small blue sided hut into a Long House blessed by Ravens. All around us the activity of the season shifting models for Pete and me: gather nuts, eat the sweet, sweet berries now, sleep early rise early. Get fired up, get fired up, get fired up ... winter's coming so get that fire in your belly now.

Life and death, short visits, long friendships. Shifting skies and solar returns. So many thoughts have been jumbling through my mind: busy innards, juggling, tossing, struggling. Across the ocean Aunty L. passes last of the female elders in my family I feel her let go of the oars and the stars call me from sleep to witness the passing ... Makali'i (The Pleiades) rising in the early morning; space for one more is made.

We're busy piecing together the Long House blessed by Ravens. A pair of the shiny black winged ones swoop and call above as Pete works at the steel corner curve. Four more feet this new extension offers us. Four feet, four years, we have been moving toward this expanded space to be with Ravens who dance and scold and watch for signs of hesitation: Forgotten have they? Forgotten have they the lessons, the habits of hesitation stilling them when all that is needed is to get fired up, fired up, fired up. It might have been the box of lettuce heads that tempted Raven to get as close as that. Or maybe, the sight of the beautiful Long House in colors just right for the shiny long black feathered-ones brought them for an even closer look.

We're busy piecing together a nest-building life that is more bird-like and animal by the day. Looking back at the choices, the situations and the cross roads where each of us individually, or together as a pair decided to go that way, do that thing now or wait till later looking back gives only so much food for moving forward or living fully in the moment. Yesterday we received word that we did not receive the grant to help us with our nest-building this winter. We are disappointed. Rejection is never easy. Other people are more desperate for help, more in need now. But the panel of decision makers were 'impressed with our upgrade plan.' Five years ago we were probably among those the decision makers would have deemed more in need. Now, we are nest-builders who have begun a time when the wildness of birds and the application of that inner fire simply fuels us to be birds.

Tomorrow evening an Audubon gathering is planned a few miles north of our nest. We hope to be there. The topic Life Among the Trees seems perfect for us.

"Learn how the trees and other plants in our local forests provide habitats for birds and other creatures, and how birds in turn shape the forest. Steve and Martha Ellis will focus on the factors that influence these forest types and the seasonal use by birds. They'll also highlight specific locations for each of these types of forest and give tips on how to find the birds among the trees."

We're busy piecing together a nest-building life among the trees in a fashion that is different than many humans; similar to birds though different, too. Not exactly a guerrilla life-style we do nonetheless live outside the box of many systems. Astrologically, I found this blog post written by Satori over on ElsaElsa to be an angle worth chewing on. This is snip of that wonderful angle from a former tobacconist.

..."With Saturn conjunct Mercury and aspecting Chiron you’re likely to run into situations where people get triggered by perceptions that bring up past wounding. Mercury sextiles Venus and both quincunx Uranus. With Mercury conjunct Saturn, this can result in snap judgements, yours and theirs. Making judgments limits your perception. When you slow down your rush to judgement and allow more time to gather your thoughts and perceptions, you allow a more complete picture to emerge. Reality is a continuum, not a moment in time cast in stone"

I particularly like the last two lines.

And finally as I flush through the days and nights since last I sat to post a ramble here, I found this marvelous example of art made from the everyday passion -- the fire within, made good in the every day. Another example of Kickstarter's viral influence on a world that really is more magic and wildness that many will allow. A couple of artists, one with a name so similar to my (last name) I couldn't help but love it are seeing America as the Trading Tortoise. Watch this for a bowl of inspiration and fire for your belly. I love this world!




Raven art credit:
Raven Silhouette clipart
from Clker.com



Thursday, October 4, 2012

"There must be more to life than having everything"

“There must be more to life than having everything.”
― Maurice Sendak

Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak




The sky is that soft flannel blanket blue and from my window in the vardo Mahina the moon is crisp against it present in her cap of white, her day hat for it is nearly the 'Ole Phases. Present for those who notice, our only moon reflects the sun's light so we can see the wild and wondrous things that are inside.This has been a wild, wild week. Astrologically the past seven days were described like this[subscribe to Elsa's weekly newsletter for a weekly plan that might help]: "This will be one of the most dynamic and challenging weeks we've seen this year.  We're two t-squares and a poorly aspected, explosive full moon in Aries. It makes sense you be armed with a plan so that's what I'll offer." I have been wrestling with issues folks like me at near age 65 are challenged to deal with: Medicare-- to pay for health insurance, or not to pay for health insurance. This post is NOT going to be a debate about health insurance. Instead here is a place where an elder in training picks up her digging stick once again and asks: What's best for her now? Saturn moves into Scorpio (where many planets and interactions take place for me) tomorrow, October 5, 2012. I attend to the heaven's pathways and here's something from Eric Francis I'm considering:

"You are approaching one of the boldest “get serious” moments of your life, a process spanning nearly three years... I’ve described Saturn in your Sun sign (or in your rising sign) as an extended phase of coming to terms with yourself. Said another way, this transit is about becoming your own inner authority, something that few people ever do—and which is much likelier with Saturn in your neighborhood. One sad story of our society is people refusing to grow up; other people continue to have authority over their choices and even their opinions. Saturn in your sign can feel like authority figures or seemingly more powerful people imposing themselves on you. This is a reminder to take authority over all of those aspects of your life, and many more where you anticipate this kind of involvement by others..."
Many "get serious" moments fill my life; internal conflict is tattooed into my astrological chart.The years of living seriously with multiple chemical sensitivities gifted me with an incredible remembering, or what I described in my mythic memoir Wood Craft (soon to be published!) as reassembling.

From Wood Craft this description, "Reassembling is  version of recycling beliefs and attitudes that no longer served the original design of Creation. Bits of the original belief or attitude might have sustaining value. Rather than throw the whole kit and caboodle out, to become part of the Cosmic Heap, the wise Creators gave us the inspiration to simply reassemble and start again without too harsh a melt-down, if at all possible."
From this beautiful place in the woods, my family and I continue reassembling a life that is built upon foundations that are less grand; built less on hubris and more with humility. The extended clear and dry season allows us to rebuild the 8x8 Quonset hut adding more space for two old dears and their cat to enjoy a comfortable winter, stretched out together on chairs around a sweet round table for hot food and lively conversation. Not too much to expect, and definitely a progression over the past five years. Our choices to build what we build has been influenced on all levels by our finely-tuned connection to how we build and why. No longer willing to believe that if we had everything we would be happy, we needed first to live within -- diving into the deep tunnels and hidden compartments of beliefs to make sure we know our contents, and own them. Last night Pete and I were glad to climb onto the futon after a hot shower toweled dry with a clean bath towel.

Pete had worked all day and into the early evening muscling the long sheets of weathered copper and red siding that will be our new Quonset. Steel is unforgiving in his tensile strength. Screwed in place against the curved frames there are slight wobbles to the shape of things, and the paint will need to off-gas more before my tender eyes do not weep from their volatility. Lengths of salvaged green canvas needs to be cut and sown into ribbons to hold our winter pouches of insulation in place. The wooden table under the apple tree waits for me to finish my ribbon-making; after a romp with words I tell the table and the green canvas ... soon back to you I'll come.

Settled onto the futon, under a jumble of cozy blankets we pushed into a movie and watched and listened to the story of Max and his wild rumpus with The Wild Things. Five years ago the reassembling process for these two old dears began in earnest. There was no turning back, only moving steadily forward down the stream, over the rapids and onto sand bars for rests and rejuvenation; then dive we do again as life awaits us.

“I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more...What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.”
― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are
And you?






Thursday, September 27, 2012

Many happy returns

The sun is soft in the sky. I come back to the vardo for a bit of writing, dinner is making itself in the crockpot--a rosemary and chicken stew with fresh garden carrots. While our tiny kitchen gets adjusted, the green house serves as cooking place for the time being. The flexibility of small and functional tiny spaces allows for a change of plan, and as we age, we are less fussy about how our plan might appear to an on-looker. Pete eyes the new curve of pipes that extend the Quonset as nothing but steel ribs arch above, JOTS soaks up the low angle of the sun as she naps under the eave of the Au Hale (the wash house).

A couple days ago the four Woods people --Pete, our friends E and M, and I, filled a box with birthday goodies and cards for my son who will celebrate his solar return today. Tokens of comfort and congratulations, a heart-shaped stone, leaves from a sacred planet, and harvests from our gardens ought to greet him tonight when he comes home from working in the winery. Many happy returns, as the sun revisits his position in the sky when he was born 40 years ago. Easily I remember the birth and the amazing feeling of becoming a mother. The work and bliss of labor. What I could not have imagined those 40 solar returns past was the journey that mothering takes as both mother and child grow.

Every year for many years now I tell my son how proud I am to be his mom, and that remains true.Whenever Pete and I have lived my son has come to be with us. Now, he navigates the ropes for creating a partnership with a woman in France. There are details, and the language of immigration law, as well as English and French to paddle through and as in the transport and paddling of a voyaging canoe it takes more than one to make the crossing.


E lauhoe mai na wa'a; i ke ka, i ka hoe; i ka hoe, i ke ka; pae aku i ka 'aina.
Translation: Paddle together, bail, paddle; paddle, bail; paddle towards the land.
Explanation: If everybody works together the work will be done quickly. On interisland trips, the two most important tools besides the sail were the paddles and the bailer. In heavy seas, the water would wash over the boat and so one or more natives would be constant bailing. Others would be paddling together on command to reach their destination in the shortest time.
Source

One email at a time I am learning a bit more about this beautiful woman in France. We get to know each other through the language of virtual mail; I have learned French one word, one phrase at a time:

Bisous is a very cool way to send honi (hugs) Click on bisous to hear it pronounced.

Tournesol is the word for this Sunflower picture sent to France for a bit of cheer. 

Astres means 'stars' and it is something that connects us; we share an interest in the stars, planets, the astrology of papa huli lani (the turning heavens)

This woman of France comes here to Makua O'o for English lessons she says. I told her I was thrilled and honored to know that. That are so many connections possible, trillions of them are made during the journey of PapaHonua (Earth) around the great orb, Ka La (the sun). Zigzagging across the Pacific, or flying through the cyber world to learn of les astres; looking out into a sky as soft as blue flannel blankets. It's a wonderful world, a really wonderful world, and a grand place to practice speaking 'Mother Tongue.'

Turn the radio on (click on the arrow) Happy Birthday, son. 







Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Scaling mountains: so many ways to climb





More fog this morning. The heads of the Tall Ones are cloaked in gauze. Cool air and a belly full of oatmeal, I take to the keyboard and open to my on-line astrology class with Elsa P. Focused on the transit of Saturn through the sign of Scorpio, Elsa Panizzon dishes out stories, chart analysis and advice with wit, compassion and honed insight. Slowly and steadily, like a Goat (Capricorn-Saturn) one astrological chart at a time, I read and digest the lessons for scaling mountains.

I'm not always sure where a post will lead when I begin though sometimes words do simply back themselves up at my fingertips with directions intact forming sentences and paragraphs. This one is more like the condition of the morning. Instinct has pressed the connection between the Capricorn nature that is very dense in me. After reading and beginning the digestion of today's Elsa class two images set themselves in my mind's eye: one the mountain goat (so often used as a symbol or the animal referencing Capricorn), the other a bull-dozer which is what my father a Capricorn-sun rode for decades of his work life. The article and photo above comes from 1939. Never before have I connected my father's choice of work with his Capricorn nature to scale and skin mountains; but it happened this morning.

"Like a father figure, Capricorn is a role model of self-responsibility and accountability. Saturn, with its penchant for discipline, thrives in Capricorn and therefor rules it. Capricorn must continually redefine inner and outer authroity, sidestepping know-it-all attitudes and embodying instead the teacher who can be taught." - Elizabeth Rose Campbell
Earlier this week I wrote about reconnecting with my mentor, my kumu-teacher Aunty Betty Kawohiokalani Jenkins. Capricorn figure who is both leader and skillful spider who maintains that nature of teacher who can be taught. I reflect on my father, see him in his youth, and during the years when he rode that iron horse with the skill of a mountain goat. He was an expert at it, loving the work even as he was abused by its torque and noise in times before ear-protection was mandatory. Something Elsa wrote about in our class today moves me forward with this piece. It has to do with the reality that Capricorn is just simply meant to "climb" -- work, and teach. Like it or not, if there is Capricorn, there is work. What is that goat looking at?

I picked this photo because that's where I am today. A goat who has done her share of climbing yet I know there are more steps necessary to take. Saturn has taken me to my knees and made it clear when the know-it-all attitude is an inflated attitude masking the work that must be done: my work! Life as makua o'o is a life lived every day: do the dishes, wash the clothes, make dinner, empty the composting toilet, water the garden, love the ones I'm with. Woven into all of it is writing; and I do that from the grist of everything. In ways I can feel now, the routines and rituals of a scaled-down life is the work I have planned to enjoy all along. When there was more -- money, things, stimulation, the ability to see my gifts and opportunities was like dense fog creating an illusion of invisibility. They have always been there (the gifts). Looking back while poised on all fours, the Capricorn in me sees what my father, that original model of authority did to be responsible. It was a harsh form for scaling mountains. But perhaps no harsher than a thousand over journeys.

Capricorn is actually the Sea-Goat, whose mythological origins stretch back further than the classical period. , as represented more or less today in the astrologer’s glyph for your sign. Ea was both prescient and omniscient and was particularly connected with work, wisdom and the instruction of mankind. These characteristics remain to remind us presently, of what is traditionally governed by the sign of Capricorn. - Paul Wade, astrologer

In the Hawaiian language EA means "sovereignty, rule, independence; life, breath, vapor, gas, breeze, spirit; to rise up, become erect.

And a final bit for the cat skinner, whose work is no where near the version of living that is mine today. I found this poem and end with a snipped version of  "The Cat Skinners' Prayer" written by Robert Swanson. This opening stanza was the one that brings images of my Dad on the back of that old D-8 of an iron horse. Please link to the whole poem above

I've shivered and shook on a Dozer
I've ranted, and raved, and I've cu'sed.
My kidneys are dislocated
And I've swallowed ten bushels of dust;
My fingers are broken and bleeding
From wielding the tools of repair.
O God of Internal Combustion,
Please answer a cat-skinner's prayer!




Article and photo credit-link

Monday, September 24, 2012

Ke ala a ke ku'uku'u: "path of the spider"



"A tradition of the sun's north-south track of the cosmic spider, Ke ala a ke ku'uku'u 'path of the spider," is an ancient Hawaiian analog for the sun's motion between solstices and equinoxes in the tropics. The cosmic spider, great Lanalana or Ku'uku'u, spins a web as a grid across the sky in which stars course east to west in fixed tracks, spaces along the horizon being azimuths (lua) 'pit' positions of rising/setting stars, moon, sun, and planets."
"The Hawaiian Understanding of the Universe," Rubellite Kawena Johnson, 2008
The heavens have changed their gowns several times today. Early in the morning while the stars dazzled in a still-dark sky the air was clear and the presence of the wildfires burning in Chelan, a city about 170 miles from Whidbey Island is less persistent. My eyes don't blink to moisten them against the fine soot. Oh how thirsty is Papahonua(Earth). Now, late in the afternoon, kolonahe, a makani olu'olu (a pleasant wind) has moved patches of white clouds into place and the muted blue matches the first days of Autumn. The Equinox has come. From our vantage point here on the island in the middle of the Salish Sea, I sought the shape of Mahina last night and saw her in her finely drawn half-half illumination. In the counting of nights, we are in the 'Ole moons. Today is 'Ole Pau, the fourth and final time of the month when weeding and fixing nets or raking up the yard are perfect activities.

In between the many heavenly changes I made a call to a very special lady. It has been many years since last we spoke, and it seems like a life time ago when first I met her. But when on the third ring I heard her familiar voice as she answered, "Aunty Betty" time closed its arms around us and we were on the same page at the same time. Aunty Betty Kawohiokalani Jenkins is kumu, teacher and mentor. It is she who introduced me to the practice of Makua O'o a practice described and shared with her by her Mama.



Now 84, "Aunty" is as involved as I remember her to be. Her raspy and inimitable voice was alive and interested in sharing her life and her newest  projects. It was interesting for me to hear how she continues to travel and takes her style and her kuleana to Hawaiian communities and communities of First People beyond the shores of the Hawaii. Supported and loved by her family and friends, this woman has been a web-maker and grand spider for many people. I spoke with my neighbor and friend about Aunty Betty, and said the thing that inspires me still is her willingness to continue to be teachable. While she is sought as a speaker and leader for decades now, it is her inclusiveness that models the tool, the o'o (the digging stick) of asking for your input that slays me every time. As skillful as a spider, she creates a grid. Link after link, the grid, the conversation grew into a net of such substance. We caught up on the general and specifics of woman-time: I knew Uncle Jack had passed last year, she knows I cannot go home to Hawaii but also knows I am home where I am. I called Aunty Betty because I needed to tell her how Makua O'o is my foundation, a solid and flexible root. With the value of humility and power elegantly in place I heard Aunty thank me over and again for making this call. She needed to hear something today, and by golly, our conversation was just the thing.

The practice of Makua O'o is purposely one that lays out a set of flexible yet sustaining tools for evolution. Inseparable from all of creation, the maturing adult is in process and progressing just as the heavens and the grid of Ku'uku'u form pathways for huli (turning and movement). The practice is ongoing and there is no graduation. The road to becoming kupuna is the way. You get there when you get there, again and again and in the meantime every day if the sun rises and you are awake E ALA E. Aunty once told me that there weren't many others interested in the ideas and practice of the Makua O'o. When I said, "I am." She said, "Well, you must be the one then." Pela, perhaps. Or paha, maybe it was Aunty's way of making me feel I had made a good choice to step onto that path.

Spider webs appear to be fragile and indeed they are easily swept from ceilings, pulled free unconsciously as one moves through an open gate. But as any child will tell you, they'll be back. And, that's the truth.

These are the original tools (words adapted a bit over time) for the Makua O'o

  • Notice
  • Listen respectfully
  • Believe your best is enough
  • Soften the ground of your being
  • Ask
  • Timing is divine
  • Care
  • Sense your place
  • We are never alone and always loved
As we were about to end our conversation Aunty asked, "Was I talking about the 4-B's when we were last together?" I said no. She said she is always talking about them now and kidded about being an elementary school teacher so keeping things simple was key. Aunty left me with this.

Aunty Betty's 4-B's

  1. Believe
  2. Behave
  3. Become
  4. Belong

Aunty Betty, I love you. Mahalo for your webs. We continue to spin them and that is good.
Mokihana