Outside and Around the Home

I go outside                     

 I go outside to explore the world around my home.

  

 I go outside to connect with the elements. 

To ground into nature.

 To feel my body filled with inspiration, connection, love and peace. 

 It's a refresh throughout my day.

 I go outside because of the sounds, the sights, the feels the smells. 

Something that brings me joy, can help shift a negative mood, and something that I am ever so grateful for.

With Each Stroke

Swimming In the Ocean

Goosebumps on my skin

I stared at the mountain

King Kong

I compared shades of Grey between Sea and Sky

                                                                   With each Stroke

I Affirm

With Each Exhale

I Affirm

My movement forward

Air passing out of my lips

They Say

I am Effervescent

I am Intuitive

I am Strong

I am Sensual

I am Creative

I am Magnanimous

I am Independent

I am Successful

I am Beautiful

I am Smart

I am Divine

I am Goddess

I am Sacred

I am Love

I am Healing

I am Powerful

I am Boundless

I am Water

I am Earth

I am Fire

I am Air

I am Space

I am Ocean

I am Stars

I am Sun

I am Magical

I am Playful

I am Fun

I am Inspiration

I am Infinite

She sat on the beach

She told me

When She hikes

With each step she takes

She does the same

Please do the Same

Ocean Blessings

Today I Sang to the Sea

Today I sang to the Sea. I told it how I loved thee. 

I leaped to the top of a wave "I'm a mermaid". Again I did this Again. "I'm a Mermaid. I'm a Mermaid. I'm a Mermaid. 

A wave bigger than me, moved toward me and before diving under I opened my mouth "I'm beautiful". 

Seven big waves in a set, diving under, leaping above.

She settles. I  look at my friend and say "Isn't the ocean the best. Isn't the ocean so beautiful." I twirl around in the sea, the warm water moving in-between each of my fingers, my hair wrapping around my shoulders. Clinging to me.

He asks me what he should. Say goodbye?. I say, "Ask the ocean," and take another dive under. 

I come home, Yes I Wrote Home, Pua licks the salt of my face. Lick, Lick, Lick.  

I think of opening a business for cat tongue facials. She rests her head on my shoulder below my ear.

I am un-showered and carry the sand into my bed. I leave traces of sand where I go. There is blessed by the ocean. 

My organs absorbing the salt on my skin. Dive in. Dive in. Dive in.

Sunrise and Sunset, Today it will be Sunrise

   

     Whenever I watch the sunrise or Sunset, I know that I have at least done one good thing with my day. More so with sunrises because they are at the very beginning. If the rest of the day goes to sticks I know that at least I watched the sunrise.

 

   The Sunrise is a celebration of the birth of the day.  The animals, the sky, our environment all gets revealed for the start of a new day. Natures celebrations are always open for visitors.

    One winter, my cousin Jaina Bee and I watched the sunrise from our lanai every morning for several weeks. We would sit, drink tea and coffee, talk not talk, I would snap lots of photos, documenting every change of light, every change of red, orange and yellow.

    At the time, this wasn't an easy thing for me. I wasn't fond of getting up earlier than I absolutely had to, yet and at the same time my spirit didn't want to sleep, even if my body did.

 

      Later on in life I would arrange my bed to face the east. I heard from someone that east was the directions yogi's faced when they slept. At the time I don't think I knew what a yogi was but it sounded smart and so I did the same thing. A couple of years later, I would open my blinds so that I would purposely be awoken early to the bright ball of fire rising up through the sky. Sometimes I would wake up for just a moment, look at a pink cloud or the glaring fire ball, breath out a feeling of beauty and peace and then go back to sleep, other times it would be the beginning of the day. An early start to witnessing beauty.

   

     Lately, I've been waking up at extremely irrational times of the morning. 3am, 1am, stuff like that. One day, I was so frustrated that I found myself walking in the wet grass to the car and then getting in it and driving to the nearest beach even though I wasn't sure how to get there.  My mind and body were stressed from lack of sleep and my soul knew that I needed to witness something beautiful to lift my heavy spirits towards the light.  The sky was black and for the 2 minute stretch of highway I saw only 1 other car. I found my way down a hill and to a secluded bay.



   

 

      Watching the Sunrise is a meditation of sorts, it is a process that takes much longer than the time that it actually takes to happen. For starters the sky turns from a dark to a twilight color to a lighter blue, more details of the environment then come to life, then the clouds start to change color, a peak of sun begins to appear spreading a bit of orange light across the horizon, then more bright fire, the sky turns red, highlights are cast around the edges of clouds, and its light casts everything in a warm glow. I found myself sitting there knowing that I was witnessing something absolutely amazing and at the same time witnessing something very simple. Something that happens EVERY day.

 

     Even though the sun rises every day, to me, witnessing it is a celebration and a source of healing. It casted away the anxiousness in my heart from nightmares and I walked away knowing that the rest of the day could go to hell, and yet, because I got to attend this magnificent occasion, today was already beautiful.

Landmarks, Flowers and Aloha Friday

     All together now "It's Aloha Friday, no work till Monday. It's Aloha Friday, no work till Monday.  It's Aloha Friday no work till monday.  It's Aloha Friday no work till Monday." While the lyrics of the song are not always true, it's still a fun song to sing.

     Not only is it Aloha Friday today Conduit for Love has had over 1,000 views! I know that is not that much and it is still a landmark.  My intention was to never get a lot of viewers, it was rather to challenge myself to express and share more of my thoughts, my mind, my should, my desires, my fears and my art. To be a creative person and welcome all the challenges that come with that.  Any "advertising" has been inspired by my artistic calling rather than wanting adoration, affirmation or validation.  I'm here, doing it and that's what matters most.

     Today we are going to celebrate with one of my most favorite things. FLOWERS! I love Flowers! I love buying them for others, growing them, buying them for myself, making leis for my loved ones out of them, making flower crowns, painting them, admiring them and countless other activities.  Flowers are one of natures many arts and I absolutely adore them. So if anyone ever wants to buy me flowers.  It would be welcomed with much appreciation enthusiasm and love.

So here are some Flowers!

A Gardenia that I put next to a picture of my mother.  We had them growing all around the house.  Gardenia's make me think of heaven and home.  I love them so much.

Pink! Pink makes me think of one of my favorite colors and of magic.

A flower outside a nearby restaurant.  Orange makes me think of monks, my grandmother and a dear friend of mine.  Orange and blue makes me think of my grandma and art.

Yellow is happiness and sunshine.

I associate Purple with royalty and psychic abilities.

I find these flowers so interesting.  They are even beautiful at the end of summer when they are all dried up.  I think "Don't pick the flowers" and its my own joke that I find funny.

A single Hibiscus in Hawai'i.

A water lily in Hawai'i

Rhododendrons remind me of living with my grand parents as a kid and of heartbreak.

A flower on our table at Cafe Coco

The juxtaposition of hard and soft outside of the Hardware store.

Spots of orange, like Monet.

Bougainvillea, my grandmother, Hawai'i, the Lindbrook Courtyard.

The Hindu Temple, Kauai.

Nature's Painting

Roses by my grandparent's grave.

Made arrangements out of these flowers for my Grandmother's last living Birthday.

My cousin helping me pick out Grandmas flowers in the International District of LA.

My friends flower shop.

Where I used to process flowers at my friend's flower shop.

Gave this one to a man.  I can't remember it's name.

Went searching for a stump to sit on, just before giving up.  found this one adorned.

A tulip outside the police station on my way to work.

I hope that these flowers brought a little extra joy to your day.  Comment below about a story about you and flowers, doesn't have to be grand, and I'll send you a little gift.  A picture of one of these flowers to celebrate this landmark.  Happy Aloha Friday.