Here we carreen toward the last week of a rollercoaster year, a cluster of holy days (“holidays”). Some folks are up, some down. Some have trees up and decked, lights lit, planning and shopping done, finalized their creative gifts, made their last mail deadlines for sending packages and cards out, and have planned their holiday family and special-occasion meals apples to nuts.
Danger! Roaring sounds begin. Great wheels — then blades — begin turning, chopping. Run! Crawl! Hop, if you can! Scurry into fern clumps, between ti leaf stalks. Dive into underbrush, burrow into flowerpots and beds, in crevices below roots. Fly, if blessed with wings, into high boughs. Yeow… the roar ends, but now a whine of whacking as a killing stalk whirrs close and closer into the borders where some cranny of safety might be found.
Lock? Latch? No need, I was told when first living and working on island. True, not many people locked homes or cars back then — that is, local neighborhood homes or cars (the more simple and nondescript the better), not necessarily vacation residences or rented transport.
It’s always pure pleasure to receive feedback from fans of TGI’s Forum column, “The Green Flash.” This Monday I’m moved to reprise, or “hana hou,” the Aug. 5, 2019, column, “Confessing to a love of trees,” which brought several interesting responses. I had included some of these (and am always open to feedback).
“I am not a ‘thing’-oriented person,” I reminded myself as two of my friends came tootling up in red cars that shone sassy-sweet as candy apples. “I am not my car,” I reminded myself again as others came along in snappy, ocean-blue and polar-white, brand-new SUVs and hybrids equipped with all the newest bells and whistles, including back-up views.
Usually I picture my readers at all ages, but this column will focus upon students from fifth through 12th grades, particularly students who are drawn to nature and like to think carefully about what they see, hear and imagine.
“Islanded.” That’s a word I did not use until I settled on Kauai. It’s a simple word, actually the simple past tense and past participle of the verb form of the word “island.” If you live on a large continent, it’s not a word you have occasion to use.
It’s been a week since a poet friend of mine stated matter-of-factly that it will not be long until newspapers — paper editions, that is — will be a thing of the past.
What a good thing that I didn’t sink into this past Friday eve’s peaceful, r&r mode to “chill.” Instead, abandoning the chance to settle into my favorite chair with a book and glass of cool sangria in hand, I “hele’d on down” to the Kapaa Public Library meeting room. I was drawn to hear retired Col. Ann Wright speak on global politics and peace-building missions.
“On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty / Today is such a day.” — Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi As April comes, wafting the fresh new breath of spring over our island and surrounding seas, this quote from Rumi seems perfect, fitting as it was when composed centuries ago.