Anyone whose been to Maui could tell you that the moment you get off the plane the wind greets you with a big warm hug and whispers into your ear “I love you so much already.” I would come to know this wind like a watchful elder who chooses their words carefully and are not to be ignored.
Patricia
In the hour of your death, I wrote these words for you, Patricia.
On Rain & Heartbreak
Hometown. Side Street.
The Winter People
Think about your home, your town, family artifacts, legends… the story these things tell are linear, and go both back in time and forward and we are but a mere dot existing on that line.
Little Reader, Big Reader
I would walk around with a book in my hand, brush my teeth with a book in my hand, take out the trash with a book in my hand, wash the dishes while leaning over the counter, reading the water splashed pages that I couldn’t tear my eyes off of.
The Element of Air (A Birthday Blog)
37 years ago today. I took my first breath. Yes. My Life. And yours. Began with a first breath. This is a moment I imagine to possess… Read more “The Element of Air (A Birthday Blog)”
The Trouble with 2010
The half-cursive lettering just flows off of the page, like a quickly moving story through time. This was indeed a basic and beautiful time for me; a period of vital self-discovery while I focused solely on my humble home and young child. But what was also revealed to me is how truly lonely and ill-prepared in life I felt at the time. Financial woes, weight insecurities and constantly feeling upset with my husband and annoyed with my friends and sister. Persistent struggles with insomnia. And always the longing for a second child.
Kaupo Cousins
It was here that they molded together, with no age or pecking order, just a group of kids, in comfortable space, creating memories. They laughed in sync, leaned on each other and for a moment, were like one entity.
Kicking and Screaming- Lessons from 2018
You can pry a flower open only to have its petals fall apart. Or you can plant, water, sing to, love on and shine upon a bud and just wait for that glorious bloom. That is true strength, after all, the patience in one’s breath, the willingness to nurture and permit, the allowance of time.
Anticipate. Lessons from November
November 2018 will forever be the month I lived towards.