Happy Winter Solstice!
The harvest is in
persistence and patience grown
Another year told
My favorite photo of
the year I took last month at dawn, off the wharf at Kaunakakai -- it shows five
islands from left to right: Moloka'i, Maui, Hawai'i, Kaho’olawe blending
into Lanai. Yes, the "big island", over one hundred miles to the
south, fills the horizon between Maui and Kaho’olawe. Both volcanoes on Hawai’i
are visible, Mauna Kea is under that squiggly cloud, Mauna Loa to it’s right.
This Google Map shows the channel from green dot where I am
on Moloka’I to Mauna Kea on Hawai’i
Entering the third decade of the twenty-first
century I've been reminiscing more and more. Looking back I find that
connections are vital to me; connecting with people, connecting with ideas.
One symbolic act of connecting was attempted in March of 1964, when my friend Judy and I crossed the Atlantic on a Norwegian freighter. Midway we wrote a message, sealed it in a bottle and tossed it into the sea. We were told the current would probably take it to Africa.
I feel these quarterly blogs are the same, never knowing what effects they might have, where they might land, or if they are just tossed out into a vast ocean.
I haven't stopped trying to connect. I've made friends with repetition and persist.
One symbolic act of connecting was attempted in March of 1964, when my friend Judy and I crossed the Atlantic on a Norwegian freighter. Midway we wrote a message, sealed it in a bottle and tossed it into the sea. We were told the current would probably take it to Africa.
I feel these quarterly blogs are the same, never knowing what effects they might have, where they might land, or if they are just tossed out into a vast ocean.
I haven't stopped trying to connect. I've made friends with repetition and persist.
Like deaf composer,
blind artist, mute story teller
Find a way to connect
