Ke Kuapa 'o Maxwelton Creek

 "It's easy to give if you get plenty. Not so easy if you no more." - Dr.  Larrry Kimura The newest return of the wet, and cold season is here. Here on Ke Kuap a (the wall of a pond) o Maxwelton Creek the season of Lono means the rains fall and the water from the pond rises. We knew this is a watershed area. But the theory of knowing something is only a thought until you are immersed in the theory.  The photo of our mini Quonset hut/kitchen above was taken soon after Pete finished the 'bones' of our winter shelter. To create this hale the tools, material and cooperation of the Elementals (the land, and weather) worked in sync with Pete's philosophy of doing what comes next.  It's been almost a month since the Quonset's move onto her new place. I sit at the keys bundled in my old fleece robe, mended work of art winter coat, wool socks, long scarf and favorite hat. The heater is working, but still the wet cold seeps. My work of creating story that rec

 "She had to do something to make it right. She did not yet know what, nor how, but love has a way of leaving people no choice." - Katherine Rundell "The Good Thieves "  The blustery, rain-soaking season -- Lono -- reminds us who is really in charge of life on this ever-spinning home of ours. The Elementals swirl so wind direction is like the line from the hapa haole mele, "like the swirling winds over the pali/lovely hula hands/ kou lima nani e."  I went down to the water's edge the other day to clear my head, oli Lono, and ask for guidance with the bucking horse of life. There were many things to do on my list and most challenged my capacity to sort or combine rationality with intuition; do the two necessarily need to be separate to be useful? Going to the ocean water realigns my place with the whole. As I walked down the long stretching sandy shore the company of Water Beings combined with Wind. Among the hallowed womb of a Tall One were two stone e

"Mending is part of being alive" - Mending Life A Handbook for Repairing Clothes and Hearts , Nina and Sonya Montenegro Pete and I have been living, patching, mending and meddling as we grow to know ourselves and this amazing, befuddling, and truly upendable journey on Earth. This post is a tribute and celebration of a few of the ways we have pieced things (metal, screws, nuts, fabric, thread, friendships) together and find the playfulness that might otherwise be lost. The moments between a stitch to position a button, a pause between a cut of the tin snips making a curve ... in that void where the mystery lives the difference between drudgery and delight shows up. Who would know until you began and then paused.   In the process of doing the work, a shift in attitude turns things around, or upside down. The brown and red metal siding and poles seen here used to hold together a twelve foot long Quonset Hut in the woods when we lived with our friends Mary, Eileen and Jots. Our