As our island state opens up, the last one from COVID, I sense, a feeling of craziness out there on the roads away from our familiar bubble of home. We have forgotten how to act. For example, yesterday morning I attended the memorial service for my friend Piʻikea. We had waited two years to celebrate her life.
It did not occur to me to mingle as Pete and I looked about and then went to our car in the shade to partake of the lunch.
I am sure Piʻikea would forgive us, while saying, ”Dummy!”
The painting pictured is of Piʻikea’s taro garden. She was a high school special education teacher and used the loʻi as her outdoor classroom to help her students learn about life, the land, and growing their own food. Eia ka maia a ke kalo mai Luluku mai no Lono.
Rebekah
Rebekah’s Studio 
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