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  • https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRXQRyAC6F8      Here is the Hawaiian blessing I filmed last month.
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  • I would like to upload a video I shot last month of a Hawaiian blessing for a protest, here in Kekaha. Question? can I just drag and drop from my desktop or must it be uploaded to YouTube first? It's a beautiful Hawaiian chant along with a hula dance. The song chant sounds like something between American Indian and Buddhist.
  • Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
  • Thanks, Bonnie. I appreciate your comment.
  • Beautiful, Steve. Thank you so much for sharing such touching and relevant images...
  • In response to Bonnie's Email, this poem/thoughts present themselves -

    The Places In-Between


    The where I am

    And am not

    Out of place

    Place and no-place

    One and the same

    Tragedies occurring

    Outside ourselves

    Yet affecting us

    Feeling it, feeling them

    It feeling us

    Touching us

    As we respond

    Feeling of feeling



    With Affinity

    Always relational

    Providing our own

    Affect in return

    In response

    To the stimulus

    That triggered the

    Process that we are

    Always a part of

    A process that

    Influences us

    As we influence it

  • Wonderful Alan,

    I especially resonate with the line "we sing silently ourselves into being." I will use this as my chant during my morning meditation. Thanks.


  • I'd like to invite all to read something I penned sitting silently admidst a sea of shimmering ants in my Sacred Circle on the "wilderness" part of my MROP (2007) experience (while watching an orb spider climbing and lowering itself on a single strand of thread in front of me):


         Like dreamtime, a shiver as I recall the connections.

         Embodied in soul, dancing, nourishing, evolving,

         spinning & growing.


                            The spider, power in her potency

                            arrives to hold our projections, as we lower ourselves

                            into what matters. From the heart, a thread unfolds,

                            moving to the rhythm, the beauty, the caress.


                                         Gathering the longings, rejected parts, losses and

                                         laughter we sing silently ourselves into being.

                                         Men, in harmony and reverence, touching the wounds

                                         and allowing the re-membering to bring us home.

  • Ruth,

    Can't wait to learn from you. I had volunteered to learn mask making from a dying tribe in western Canada but the curator of the related museum stated that the last mask maker, with the agreement of the few tribe members still left, had decided his skills would die with the tribe. I look forward to seeing the pictures. First question, do you have a camera that can download pictures to your computer?

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The Well of Grief - Poem and Image by David Whyte

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On Hearing of (A) Death - For Malaysian Air Flight 370

Feeling very sad for the families and those who had loved ones on Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 and wanting to acknowledge their tremendous loss. Here is a poem from one of my favorite poets, Rilke: On Hearing Of A Death We lack all knowledge of this parting. Deathdoes not deal with us. We have no reasonto show death admiration, love or hate;his mask of feigned tragic lament gives usa false impression. The world's stage is stillfilled with roles which we play. While we worrythat our performances…

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Holding space for those touched by flooding right now

Holding the space of grief and despair for those whose lives have. Been turned upside down by the heavy rains and flooding in Colorado and New Mexico. I was touched this morning by these lines from Rumi: What is sadness, that settles like dust On hearts that are bitter and burdened? The heart that holds God holds an ocean Whose joyous waves make the earth turn. #773, from Rumi's Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).

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The World as it is seen, as affirmation

Terns   Don't think just now of the trudging forward of thought, but of the wing-drive of unquestioning affirmation.   It's summer, you never saw such a blue sky, and here they are, those white birds with quick wings,   sweeping over the waves, chattering and plunging,   their thin beaks snapping, their hard eyes happy as little nails.   The years to come -- this is a promise -- will grant you ample time   to try the difficult steps in the empire of thought where you seek for the shining proofs…

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