Inheritance Tax, Responsibility, Kuleana, Astrological O'o

Pete and I have been listening to "Hawaiian Radio Connection"  KBCS. fm transmitting from Bellevue College in Washington state.  For two hours while I hand-washed, spun and hung the clothes, cloth napkins and one cotton sheet Hawaiian music filled us.  Never mind the wet, wet Washington weather white sandy beaches, warm water and delicious Hawaiian music kept us company.  It was great concert, a musical treat to inspire and refresh these two old souls who know that being back on the islands isn't a choice we can make, right now.

Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.


There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it. I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate.

The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours. They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.

"You were made for this", Clarissa Pinkola Estees

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Maintaining contact and connection with the Islands happens in a rainbow of ways.  Yesterday for example, I was at Mukilteo State Park.  Parked at the edge of the beach, I sat behind the wheel of 'Scout' the Subaru waiting for the squall to pass through.  It IS the month of rains, as it might be almost any time of the year in the Pacific Northwest.  No, really, the rains are back in force this month so I waited before getting out to make my o'o carrying walk along the sloping rock-strewn shore.  Getting out to the edge of big water/ocean/Puget Sound/a lake/a river is one of the 'cures' that helps me detoxify the affects of an MCS episode.  This week the affects of the formaldehyde from the construction next door is what I'm working on.  Oxygen rich air from ke kai or ka wai (salty or fresh water marshes) is a major fix.  I truly wish Puget Sound was warm enough to swim in, aue, it is not.  So, I settle for a walk and not disappointed.

SENSE YOUR PLACE: Actions we can take during the day and night of Lono

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Each day I notice a few more visitors from kuu one hanau (the sands of my birth) here at Makua O'o.  Welina, welcome.  Though you visit without speaking or commenting, the comfort of your visits touch me where it matters when I see dots on our Vistor Map show up from Kahului, Lihue, Kailua.  Mahalo for coming.  My na'au needs the company.  When I need to hear the sound of a voice that can trigger island kine harmony in these old bones I call my brother in Waimanalo.  To hear his deep Sagittarian voice with the definitely pidgin twang is a taste as good if not better than eating a big slice of Ma's pineapple upside cake.  We have been through the ups and downs of six decades and after all that, we still have each other and it feels like we have come to a place of accepting the other with grace and appreciation.  I can laugh deepest with this guy when I hear that a small kid time friend who now lives in Georgia showed up in Waimanalo for a cruise down memory lane, Kuliouou Valley style.  Man, what a journey life is.

To 'sense your place' ... that o'o has a different meaning for me each time I pick it up.  This morning as I begin my day the pounding of hammers and nail guns next door reminds me the construction next door is happening.  Just a few feet from our basement digs here in Everett, I dangle my carbon filter mask from my ear for awhile ... pull it back into place and continue to peck away with today's story.  The huge big box of a house being erected next door is being built with particle board.  Particle board or "used to be wood" is one of the YUCKSTERS of contemporary construction.  Particle board is loaded with formaldehyde, and I (as well as all folks with MCS and the rest of the world, too for that matter) am very sensitive to the chemicals in formaldehyde.  I use the filtration mask to keep my exposure to a minimum, and in a day our Austin Jr. Plus foremaldehyde-filtering air system will add to the quality of air in this basement, and in our tiny VardoForTwo.