Wednesday, July 18, 2012

All Pursuits Worthwhile: Executive Surveying (where are we growing)

I don't know how else to say this.  This island is magical.

Life, life, life.  Just like the ocean, best not to turn your back on it.  Everyday has been so full, unpredictable.  It has all worked out, in its way, in its time.  I’ve attempted patience and acceptance with certain events while continually keeping myself open to the whims of the world.  In other events, I’ve intentionally engaged in when I felt that I could help, heal, and do good for the situation.  In turn, I’ve been showered with beautiful landscapes, sunsets and sunrises, starry nights on tiny islands, lava rock jumps, interesting business opportunities and land options, and the most amazing of all things, building and strengthening relationships with all the incredible people who were born here or found their way to calling the Sandwich Islands home. 
Mark Twain, Hunter S Thompson, Kurt Vonnegut.  Some of my favorite authors all had a relationship with these islands.  I recently found out I had a cousin who was born on Oahu almost 30 years ago.  My experiences over the last few weeks and the feeling I get when I return here are all confirming my view of this island as home.  The culture, the people, the aina, the aloha.  I feel I can do good here, and here is where I prefer to be.
I was late in my discovery of this.  Zack had known this all along.  He knew a lot more than me about himself and how to life a full life and I’m doing my best implement all this so I can live with his spirit by my side.  One of the lessons I learned from him and I want to share in this post is “executive surveying.”  It is something he did in the garden, the landscape, and in life, every single day.  It is walking around and not engaging in an activity, but rather understanding and respecting all that is around us.  It is staring at a large plant and considering its life.  It was spawned from a tiny seeds, years ago, and has matured over time through the sun, the rain, competition with other plants, and human interaction.  The more love the plant receives (good rainfall, long hours in the sun, trimming dead limbs, pruning, supporting low hanging branches, fertilizing, weeding and mulching)  the happier the plant becomes.  Then there is the consideration of the future growth and fruits and then what to do to help it along.   We harvested many hours just walking around doing some solid executive surveying.  We can consider this too with people.  How did we get here, what will make us happier, and where are we growing.  I’m trying to apply this with aspects of my life in the decision making process and it really helps some time to step back and consider how and why we are here, and what this all will lead to.
Figuring out how we got here is an amazing thing and not often not even worth attempting because of how complex it is.  Or we can observe it more simply.  We are here, and we are purposed or else we wouldn’t be here.  We are part of something much larger than us, a much bigger balance, and we are all playing our parts out.  We ought to consider too what our dream is, what we aim to achieve, and will the journey not just the destination bring about happiness.  Is our dream positive to ourselves, the community, the world.  I’ve found my home.  I’m in pursuit of my dream.  I’m doing what I can to make it work, and I’ll happily stumble along this road, always engaging, trying to make it work.   I’m going to try.

Monday, July 9, 2012

All Pursuits Worthwhile: Harvest



The emotions come and go, like all things do, like waves do.  I get sucked in with the tide and roll around in the washing machine, powerless, accepting the inevitable present to always exist.  I think I have found the equation that causes this.  There are unknown variables, but I have this much figured out.  I know which side of the equal sign I am on.  I know there are factors beyond my choosing on the other, and I know that the order that they occur in does not matter.   They happen when all points tell me you are not here, and won’t be here with me.  This is always so.  I am trying to learn to live with this in the best of ways, not just the ways that motivate me to do everything but think of you.  I am coming along - I have learned to sleep without music.

Always the mock up
The dry erase board in my mind
Lava tube space creator

Maui feels progressively more unreal in each trip.  Unreal as an expression, let us not to forget to play the Language Game.  I am coming back though in a different mindset than I’ve ever been.  Driven, purposeful, open, aware of the timely bookends of my trip.  Knowing each day, each hour, would be better spent not wasted.  I have been harvesting minimal hours of sleep, wanting to experience all time in the waking life.  Finding myself at times exhausted, but not like I am stretching myself.  The coconut trees ripe with the alkalized sweet coconut water are just a bamboo pole and a jut away.  It keeps me going, as does this.

The fruit trees that I dream of when I am not here.  
The intensity of fresh produce.
Adding Galangal (Blue ginger), Lemongrass, Cilantro
All fresh from the garden
Into a Mahi-Mahi Green Curry.
The fish two feet long and caught yesterday by friends.
Eating together, 10 of us, with food for more, how beautiful.
Making dough for bagels
Boiling them adding herbs and spices, onion and garlic,
And cooking them in a clay wood-fired oven
Warm from last night’s Pizza Show.
Dessert Apple Pie special, caramelized apples and pecans,
Cream cheese frosting
Dance parties breaking out both nights,
Conversations erupting into growth
Personally and communally
Rudolph Snerby, Al Town’s painted car,
The Salvador Dali Melting Pizzas
At the entrance to the driveway 

Picked up at the airport by an old friend and immediate new friends.  Sushi happy hour, 1.75 J-Mo polished, midnight ocean swim, Kahului hotel, Saver’s for breakfast, Hana Hwy meditation at Chicken Kitty Park, completion of two year old landscaping projects, backgammon games, Bunny ears jump,  cave pools dive in, all wonderful people and faces and trees that I dream of in the night while away.  Here I am.  It’s quite overwhelming. 

Take it all in
knowledge, emotions, intellect,
instinct, animal drive, smiles
Give it all back
Every soul
Benefits from each other’s
Powerfully
Do everything
While allowing Everything to happen
Receive it all
With extreme
Simplicity

Some of my good friend’s favorite songs that he shared with me and I want to share with you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVGgGW1ZalY&feature=relmfu
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZYbEL06lEU

It has been three days.  I want to share this all with you because it is too much to take in alone.  

Aloha.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

All Pursuits Wortwhile: Time





Get excited. Life is oozing out of my fingers like squeezed gak (a wondrous joyous mixture of Elmer’s glue, water, and borax). I’ve got the Dean Moriarity bug screaming YES YES YES at every drop of dew, every inscrutable street, each piece of trash being kicked by ragged shoes. All that may feel neglected should not, because I’m thinking about it. Life is large in the Pacific Northwest. The snowcapped Mountains dominate the landscape and the chill will remove the stagnancy and complacency from your idea of summer in July snoozing on the beach.

bear on the swing with the pink slippers
high priest on the high beam
rising bread in the sun
against a blank canvas
soon to be splashed with the rainbow’s soul
evolving waves of wisdom
generations of time passing like fireflies
mother time to brother time to
yesterday’s idea of eternity
thank you
thank you
each room a sanctuary
illuminating the present goal
in every eyeless corridor
you’re an artist
we’re all artists
thank you thank
you
for the endless inspiration



The road trip. 1600 miles, easy, lets drive right on thru! A got a rideshare with an African American family heading to Seattle from Minneapolis for the summer for various reasons (family, film internship). I’ve been anticipating crossing America at lengths for years now. Kerouac’s On the Road has been an inspiration in my intrepid travels since early High School. The goals and dreams of my past have manifested in unexpected ways without any order to it. Roll the dice, close the eyes, and roll’emagain. Again and again. I am trying to treat each room as a sanctuary, every minute as a gift, and whatever occurs –get excited, it’s occurring.


If it is willed
the road that always been
awaits
though explore before
(through foreign eyes
feasting on prehuman landscape)
be there
in ecstasy
like a newborn
breaching the water
towards the moonlight
after
the first midnight swim


Fast forward to the sites, smells, sounds and tastes as Seattle’s Pike Place. Like most international marketplaces in cities, where the artisans of the world congregate and share their expressions of themselves with the world. On the street, a picture will come soon, is a man singing the saddest blues song ever,‘Brocolli… again, for dinner!’ He sings it while hula hooping, and while hooping he plays harmonica and guitar, and while playing guitar he spins in a circle balancing a second guitar on his chin, and with his free hand he strikes the guitar resting on his chin a shaker up and down the bridge. Spinning, hula hooping, meditating on the SADDEST SONG EVER! This man’s ability was not lost on me, his lyrics about broccoli were poignant and his showmanship well practiced. I was eating a potatoe and cheese pyroshki at the time, walking around with fresh vegetables, and Copper River Salmon which would be baked later that night to perfection. Local arts, crafts, foods, people watching delights. My kind of place, a good cultural harvest. Afterwards, we (my cousins whom I hadn’t seen in 15 years) went to Theo Chocolate, the first North American Fair-trade and Organic chocolate makers. More artisans and wonderful smells and tastes. Ghost chile chocolate caramels, single malt scotch ganaches, chipotle spice sipping chocolate, YES YES YES!


We toured the facilities and saw the merry chocolatiers in their natural Willy Wonka like chocolate fountain dwelling. After a tour of chocolate, and a free 40 lb bag of husked cacao bean shells to use as mulch (holler at your sustainable recyclable practices), we did what any sane 21+ year old in America would do. Grab a beer in a town dubbed as “the center of the universe.” Went to Brouwer’s and got a Montana brew, Big Sky’s Ivan the Terrible Stout. An 11% 12 oz pour from the tap, one of their 60+ options, along with 300 + bottles. The scenery and space of the bar was gorgeous and I’d frequent that place if I lived within 30 miles. Drove back home to cook a dinner that satiated my belly fully. We baked the salmon with a smoked paprika, salt, pepper, garlic, oil rub and topped with lemon wedges and sliced onion. Served the fresh caught Copper River Salmon on a bed of steamed and massaged mustard greens from the garden and delicious risotto on the side. After some digestion time I made dough for tomorrow morning’s bagels, conversed and found out more about my friendly, warm, personable cousin’s lives and went to sleep. A wonderful first day in Seattle.
The next night, indescribable. So why bother going through details. Instead I’ll try and keep it simple with an image.
Imagine your life as a piece of paper.
Fold it into a tree.
Watch the inanimate bear fruit, drop seed, grow
into a new tree with new fruit.
Now take this new tree with new fruit.
Unfold it back into that piece of paper.
Have a couple beers while living in those new creases.

Be positive. About everything. It helps. Life is boundless.


rain is dripping through the shelter
into the home we're always seeking
frog drinks find their way into my head
i can't wait for the day
when dr seuss becomes reality
theres a spinning top that never stops she says
on yesterdays trail i followed you
to the endless loop i thought was made for two
we're never older than the day we die
always will we always be
grateful for idea of eternity
a rock a map a diving board, why be shy
when will i understand
that when this globe gripped by hand
starts spinning it won't ever change a thing
that won't prevent me from trying
swimming deeper, like a water dividing
bridge that connects a peasant to a king


the flag flies higher than the man



while a picture of magnificent land



can do more than memorialize the view



it can offer access to



a memory so severely true



that there is nothing left but all of us who loved you

it's all the same, they go on saying

drinking swinging singing playing



we're only as happy as we pretend to be



it could be worse, if we knew how we got here



secret handshakes between passion and fear



if theres nothing left to question how can we be free
summer storms keep on coming
the tyrant river keeps on drumming
and here we are, we are here you and me
what's next let's shoot the arrow
spin the wheel and step into the shallow
waters that that lay beneath our feet
time for us to change tomorrow
try and think of others sorrow
animals and plants swing to the same beat
share the sun don't hog the clouds
we're smaller in enormous crowds
we're larger when we fall asleep at night
into a dream of timeless bliss
where every star unlocks a wish
darkness ain't nothing without light



One day on a rockin’ chair I suspect I’ll recite my past to a young boy whose age I once was and I’ll likely never speak of it again. Rockin on the front porch, maybe fingering some wabi sabi guitar strings, knowing whatever is coming out of my mouth is gibberish, knowing it was all worth it.


Tomorrow I fly back to Maui. Tomorrow.  Aloha to all.