Ke Kuapa 'o Maxwelton Creek

  Pete and I gathered family and friends at a beautiful Honoka'a spot, on the Hamakua Coast of Hawaii Island to celebrate our wedding. We'd already 'signed the papers' to make it legal the week before but the party was September 11, 2004. That's my brother and me at the top, and in the photo below are our old friend Doug, my brother David, and my nephews Kawika and Kalani. Today Pete and I went for a celebration drive up Whidbey Island to one of our favorite beaches, Driftwood Park, at the shore of one beautiful west-facing harbor.  It is salmon season and the fisherfolk were there to do their best! Feels good to be in our familiar and loyal Subaru, talking story, and noticing how things have changed yet enjoying what we find to love.  And then to come back to the vardo, and our life, and to say "It's good to be back home ."  There are many reasons to remember dates, and events. We chose the date for our wedding celebration to challenge or balance the

One of the most seasoned laborer I know is sleeping on the job, exactly the place for him, on the morning once designated for folks who 'do the work.'  It's a gray-skied, drizzly morning a welcome change to the dry and parched summer. Yet the change in seasons brings with it the transitional responses of some bodies, like mine, that mount a response of protection to the damp and mold that forms quickly to the natural shift.  Our tiny home is cozy, dry and filled with the comforts of a warm place to rest, and sleep: a cotton futon bought more than a dozen years ago from Soaring Heart in Seattle the firm simple sleeping pad compacts with our weight and is more kin to sand or dirt than to cushy form-to-your-shape bedding like Purple.  How did I ever learn about such technology as Purple? The short version of the answer is I signed us up for Hulu (streaming entertainment) and brought us into the twenty-first century; brought present day tv into our cozy, dozy comfort station;