Ke Kuapa 'o Maxwelton Creek

 A bit of story about Bamboo People began here ...  A long time ago they were called Sam and Sally. Their story went like this .  "Things and people have been left behind time and again. Like land turtles Sally and Sam found that only what they could carry mattered. People –friends, family and society in the main have had to decide whether the things that matter to their multiple chemical sensitive friends mattered to them. For half a year our two elder dears slept in their car and parked their mobile bedroom in beach parking lots, driveways and lawns of friends and family. Living public lives with an illness unknown or misunderstood isolates, and that is what it was like. Public yet invisible, illness and homelessness are conditions that our society denies. Political mumble is just so much dank air. The sky is falling on thousands of us every day and every night. Life after dark is a time when the goblins of entitlement and gentrification screen out and isolate the fra...

They arrived with experiences of many moves, slanting away from the reasons their neighbors would --  spray chemicals meant to eliminate 'weeds' or artificially scent and soften, hoping metaphor might find them and tell a story to carry their souls safely to places still wild with wonder. What if the stories metaphor wove were so unlikely their people -- family with the same smelling bloodlines -- questioned their sanity, or worse, understood but found it took too many steps to make room for the story.   They were not young when the adventure started, so of course, time had bent their forms and wrinkled their skin so the two were more like brown spider silk and deeply plowed sand dunes. Their strengths have been tested, and trickiness born from Mercury's search for a different way to think has led to unexpected ground.    "If I were asked what is the greatest human gift, I would say it is metaphor. A little boat of metaphor chugs across the seas, carrying a carg...