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The Sacred Hawaiian Aloha

Hawaii is a major tourism destination, and in Honolulu, a tourist experience is definitely what it’s all about. However, when I ventured away from Waikiki Beach, the real Hawaii began to reveal herself to me. I discovered a slower speed of living, a quiet grace, and inevitably I experienced the sacredness of the Hawaiian Aloha.

The Hawaiian Aloha – Not just a word, but a way of living

Aloha. This native Hawaiian word is rooted in “alo”, meaning presence or face, and “ha”, meaning breath. Aloha is most commonly used for both hello and goodbye. However, this word runs much deeper than these superficial meanings. In the Hawaiian culture, words express “mana” (pronounced: mah’nah, meaning spiritual or divine power), and aloha is among the most sacred. Aloha is a greeting of love when expressed with sincerity.

Hawaiians and haoles alike embrace aloha. (Haole is the Hawaiian term for anyone not native Hawaiian or Polynesian.) The culture collectively practices the spirit of aloha in daily life and human interaction. The essence of Hawaii tends to pull one back to the basics of life. That is, the beauty of nature, and what is important between human beings.

Your words have great power

Aloha typifies the power of our language, and how we affect other people with it. Words are potent, therefore it behooves us to choose and use them wisely. In this confused and too-often-angry world, sometimes we feel powerless to effect positive change. However our words, over which we have sole control, are one way we can do that.

Aloha. Change the world.

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Black & White & Rainbows

Right, wrong,
North, south,
Black, white.
Which way do I go?

I have walked the flat
grey plain of existence
that this third dimension
can often be.
Wandering and exploring
the monotones of a
sometimes desolate place,
where the next small
blade of grass stands
out starkly in the landscape,
as it cries out to the sky.

And I have wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
what of all the colors in between?

So I’ve left that dull plain
and I’m climbing
a magnificent mountain.
I will not rest until
I discover all my colors.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can be free.

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Return to Passion & Blogging

I’m discovering that blogging is good for the soul. At least, that is, if one is writing from the heart. (I strive for that.) Strangely, my blog writing is revealing my return to passion for art. For almost 20 years I painted and sold my work professionally, and I taught art. I love to create, and there was a deep sense of fulfillment from both the doing and the teaching. That was all before my partner and I sold our possessions and set out on the road to travel. Then the “world of writing” opened up to me.

This hooks into another deep passion: The Earth. My art pieces, all those years, were primarily landscapes. I wanted people to see the beauty that is all around them, every day. Earth and nature are two of the themes in my writing; there have been posts here and on my Hart Haiku blog that focus on the beauty of nature, and its healing power. And now suddenly,  I’m feeling a deep need to (at least occasionally) supplement my words with my own images.

Artist to writer, to writer + artist

Words with images. I’ve been fascinated with the power of combining the two for as long as I can remember. It appears that I’m coming full circle from art to words and back to art. But this time it’s in a different way, weaving the two together.

Our winding roads to wisdom are all about this sort of discovery and expansion. In the upward spiral of soul growth, we sometimes come back to important things that we thought we had moved past. When they present themselves to us again, it’s a sign. There’s more there to discover…

In my recent post My journey begins: Quest for meaning, I write about an important moment on a small platform at Point Reyes, California, overlooking the Pacific. A series of paintings resulted from that trip, specifically from Yosemite National Park. I love trees, and they have been the subject matter of many paintings. The below piece shown (watercolor & pencil) is a depiction of a tree family – something I felt intuitively – which just 5 days ago I revisited in my Hart Haiku post Tree Secrets, Nature’s Wisdom.

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And the beat goes on.

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Gaia the Earth Goddess Awaits

Who is Gaia? In short, “Gaia” is the Greek name for the mythological Earth Mother, the nurturer of all life. She is known by many names; the Incas dubbed her “Pachamama”. Whatever her handle, for those in touch with the Earth and nature, there is an unmistakable soothing quality. When we choose to tune into her, Gaia is waiting to heal us and balance us.

My poem Gaia the Earth Goddess was written after one of my visits to the beautiful, and still wild, Galapagos Islands, Ecuador. Before I traveled, I was wrung out and stressed from the every day demands of life and work. The beauty of the islands unfolded before my eyes, and the Gaia energy was so powerful, my spirit felt rejuvenated and healed on this visit.

Gaia the Earth Goddess

I step from boat to island shore
and she is waiting.
A warm soft wind gently
caresses my face.
The alluring scent of green
delicately fills my nostrils.

She seduces me.

A gleaming azure sky
calms my agitated mind.
Supple trees drape
the curving roadside,
a satin emerald cloak
befitting the Goddess.

She shimmers for me.

Brilliant sunlight dances
on a turquoise ocean.
The water glitters with diamonds,
coaxing me to play.
Graceful sea birds soar overhead,
calling me to be free.

She sparkles for me.

Exotic languorous lizards
ancient as all time
meander lazily on my path.
They scoff at all clocks!
Finally I relax into her
warm tranquil rhythm.

She soothes me.

Time slips away and
becomes meaningless here.
No demands, no expectations,
she loves me without condition.
She feeds my soul
with her enduring grace.
Her heartbeat is mine,
and mine becomes hers.

She saves me.

More on Gaia here: Greeting Gaia: In Love and Bounty

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