Last year was quite a year, wasn’t it? While we may have lost friends and relatives, we will not be sad for too long, because the new year has blessings for us. We used to set new year’s resolutions. Then there were affirmations. This year I would like to suggest setting intentions. Here are mine, on a vision board reminiscent of a bubble chart. You can make one, too, as fancy or as unfancy as you like. Here is my vision board.
Gratefully yours, and with love,
Rebekah
We wish you a safe and happy holiday with you and yours, wherever they may be. 
Love,
Rebekah, DH, and JJ in Kaaawa, Hawaii
“Did your mom always give you a birthday party?” I asked Pete, because he was born on December 20, so near to Christmas. “Always,” he said. And tonight we will celebrate a big birthday with dinner for eight. This begins our December holiday season.
Actually, it started on the 16th when high school friends and The Band Tantalus augmented by Ned on second guitar and Wendall on keyboard came over sing “carols at the spinet,” so to speak, to play music or kanikapila as we say in Hawaiian.
Tonight is the birthday dinner at home. Three other couples are coming, meaning table settings for eight. We will sing again, I’m sure. Four are choristers eager to practice Handel’s “Messiah.” Two of us will sing sections of it Sunday evening with our community choir at our director’s home. It is a performance for ourselves, unless the plan changes at the last minute. This year we are mindful of the pandemic viruses.
Monday, Pete’s actual birth-DAY, our two granddaughters come over for the whole day. They are on winter break from school. We’re baking sugar cookies (easy peasy with store-bought refrigerated cookie dough) and making fresh Christmas garlands.
For Christmas Eve day, a friend is hosting a party for another friend whose birthday is coming up. Party, party!
Looking at the Christmas tree, I see presents await. That’s the countdown to Christmas Day!
Blessings,
Rebekah
Today and tomorrow I am happy to share space at ARTS at Marks Garage, 1159 Nuuanu Ave., in Honolulu Chinatown. Bernadette Chan and I are peddling ceramics and repros, and Nathan is here serving fancy coffee at his Cool Beans Coffee Shop. come and see us! ~Rebekah
We are so very blessed and grateful to have family and friends with whom to share a Thanksgiving Day meal. Mom is in her mid-90s now. Everyone helped to prepare the food. Love to all.
~Rebekah
Happy Thanksgiving, studio fans! We have so much to be thankful for this year, mindful that there are those less fortunate than us. One thing I am thankful for (please pardon the segue) is the Windward Artists Guild. It is exactly one week before the opening of its Mini Miniature Show running running December 2-8, at The Arts at Marks Garage in Honolulu.
Nineteen artists are represented.
There are three times to visit with me there in person:
On Dec. 2, 12:00 to 2:30 p.m.
At the artists’ reception, Dec. 3, 5 to 8 p.m. This is a First Friday event. There will be temperature checks and vaccination status papers required at the door.
At the pop up craft fair on Saturday and Sunday, Dec. 4 and 5, from 12 to 5 p.m.
Mahalo to Wendy Roberts for including my mini oil in the lower left of the promo card above. Look!
Thankful for our wellness ~
Rebekah
It was time to move my office and study hall from the dining table, so I spent the better part of yesterday tidying. I dusted, cleaned, and stacked shelves of books floor to ceiling, stopping periodically to remember old friends.
Ted has been around a long time; he was my father-in-law Walter’s bear, I’m told.
Then this photo of Haunani-Kay Trask, Al Piʻikea Miyamoto and me from about 30 years ago turned up. Both girl friends have passed over, but I/we remember them dearly.
Haunani-Kay, Piʻikea and Rebekah
Be well, dear reader. I am thankful for you.
~ Rebekah
Rebekah’s Studio 
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