Hawaii for ever & ever, amen.


Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable. – Kahlil Gibran


Yesterday, I was very blessed to be asked to help work in the Lo’i Kalo (Taro Patch). My friend, Andi asked me if I wanted to join and of course, I said yes immediately. It was such a beautiful experience and I loved the feeling of being one with the land. Such an incredible, spiritual time. Not only did I get to interact with the land but I also got to meet some extraordinary people. The kind of people who change the world. Auntie Ku’uipo and Uncle Steve own and run the farm and they are such beautiful souls and so welcoming. Andi is also a teacher at Waialua and I got to meet her fellow colleagues and kids. Everyone was so amazing. It’s really nice being around children and see the way they look at the world and how they are learning such important life lessons when they get to do things like cleaning the taro fields.

Hawaii is that kind of place. The kind where you meet amazing people every day. People who are passionate about their aina, their culture and their nation. People who are passing down their knowledge – cultural practitioners. People who understand how fragile and important it is to teach the future generations about traditional practices.

Working in the taro patch beside all of these amazing people reinstated how healing and important the idea of community is and how much you can get done when you work together.

Hawaii No Ka Oi.

there’s a fire burning in my heart.

if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. – pablo neruda

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