Crazy vs. calm

27 03 2022

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





Thankful for “old” friends

2 11 2021

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.

Ted

Haunani-Kay, Piʻikea and Rebekah

Be well, dear reader. I am thankful for you.
~ Rebekah








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