A little this, a little that

"D'être il chaque y aurait un temps pour moi ce que je veux pour être. Libérez du tout ceux qui veulent. libérez de me."

"Hay una época en que estaré libre y sabré definirme. Cuando me conozco está uno lo más mejor posible a confiar en."

"The key is now to tell the rest of the world, in what the Me thinks, feels, and sees. To open to a crown and not be thrid eye blind"

It's an interesting play, in this game of mine. I'm not sure where I stand among the words of my book. All around me, it seems to be a blinding, endless sky. There are certainly no words that surround me, but instead, vivid images and movies. If I could show you the feature fim, I think you'd enjoy the wonders that emxplore my mind. It's a calm place, it's a spontaneous place, it's a place for anything in joy and pain. Through speech, I can articulate words of useless facts and random thought. This enldless sky offers no tool for translating my feelings, at least not now, not with the words I know. It's like I need that new story to evolve. I need a screenplay that I can transcend myself into.

I wonder if this script can come from within my waking life. All the papers, the shows, and the songs have been read and played - none of it is really mine. And so, I write, watch, and sing my own playright. I continue to push the void through the only means I know. Not to show anyone else, but for me to find this place in where I stand.

Little Fish, Big Fish

Last day in this tropical paradise. Am I ready to come home? Now that I've met a few locals and learned how to surf, no. I can certainly feel the anxiety of returning to work and it will be an adjustment dealing with the stress of work. I've been so fortunate to have this and my last day completely affirmed the important moments in life.

I spent four hours in the morning running along shore, stretching in the sand, watching about 50 little fish play in the shallow waves, skipping rocks in the ocean (four skips is the most I could get), and walking out and sitting in the waves. Grandma and I went shopping in the afternoon and then had fried fish and salad...mmm...so good. For an hour, I watched the sunset and it was the clearest night we've had since being here. As the big ball of fire settled into the cool horizon, the whales were also giving their thanks. With a white sky as their background, these massive mammals launched themselves out of the water, exposing pecs to tail. At 45 feet in length, I was dumbfounded when, side by side, two whales would leap out of the water and come a crashing down. Humpback Whales have become my favorite living creature, next to humans...but it's a close second.

There's no doubt that I will return to this place...

Top Five Moments to Remember:
5. Little fishes are the most important part of the ocean food chain. Without the little things, the big things will not happen.

4. Locals, residents, and tourists Stephanie, Loli, Dave, Eli, Olivia, Mark, and of course Eddie (he's a gem) are people who I will remember for their kindness, sincerity, and fun.

3. Standing on top of a volcano, crater, or corporate ladder is not a finale, it is a simple point on a map. What surrounds the peak is where the adventure lies.

2. The difference between a three-foot wave and a five-foot wave is more speed and harder crashes. Twice I caught a big wave and twice I was pulled by my board into an unknown turmoil of water. The greater risk give greater reward, however, the fall is quicker and harder.

1. Despite so many people being deprived from nature, I will not take for granted the work I do, the place I work, and the people who are affected by nature.

An Aside Rant:
Until a third war, we may not fully understand and appreciate the gifts of food, water, and the environment that food and water thrives in. As a society, we enslave, the poor people, but also farmers, hunters, and gathers. Does anyone remember the dark ages? Or even WWII for that matter? I'm not talking about getting involved with politics or marches or even writing letters to your MP. I feel that we just need to take care of the little things, protest Kleenex products, support local farmers, and buy local products from local businesses. I understand the cost associated with local products but I feel that it's important that even a small percentage of total products purchased would make some sort of difference.

I have not watched any news down here, since its all rubbish and distracting from bigger issues in this world. In case you are wondering, however, the Bush Administration is approaching it's third phase in the attack of IRAN; a plan in place since 2003. Ring a bell? Yup, the borders of Afghanistan and Iraq run along Iran. Who supports Iran? Russia and China. Who supports U.S.? Britain, Israel, Canada. The attack is expected in April/May and for me, I plan on continuing life as if it's the last day. Might as well. I could be struck my lightning tomorrow! They (the independent war analyst) say that it could be a world war three. I asked grandma what it was like living in Canada during the war and she said, "We were fine because we were farmers." Right. I'm not a farmer. I think I'm going to buy a dairy cow.

I thought I'd share what information that has come my way. If you want to read some interesting articles about the state of our world, visit www.globalresearch.ca. Peace to you all...see you soon!

Bugs and Tugs

Good Morning Moonlight...(outside condo)


Steep Red Cliffs to the Ocean (north shore)


I woke up the other morning, walked into the kitchen and saw a piece of grass on the floor. Odd, I thought, since there really isn't any grass around the condo (just sand and coconut trees). I put in the garbage and continued with making the best coffee (next to Vietnamese) in the world. When the garbage started moving, I tilted my head like a puppy, looked closer and pulled out the piece of 'grass'. Ah...a walking stick insect...hehe.the size of my palm.
In the next couple of days, I've had a baby gecko jump on my face (cute), a 3" cockroach at our doorstep, a flat frog bigger than my hand on the road, and a interesting looking 10" lizard thing walk in my path. It's been a bug filled two days.

I also went for a second surf lesson with Loli. We had to drive about 30 minutes north to find some waves and even then, there were at the most three feet. Regardless, Loli brought a 9' and an 8' board. I was having a rough time with the nine-foot board so after about 20 minutes she gave me the quicker, shorter board. Up I went on the first wave and started moving laterally. Saweet. By the end of the day, I was moving laterally and up and down on a single surf. However, I did bang up my knee on some coral but Loli said that it just makes for story. To make up for it...a couple of humpback whales were floating by about 65 feet away from the two of us sufers. It was like for a moment time stoped and I watched these magnificiant creatures roll and curl their tail in the air...then a wave came and I was told to paddle. Awesome.

Other than that, I'm truly enjoying being a beach bum. I wake up when the waves hit the shore, I stroll around on the beach, 'tan', read, write, play guitar, and surf when the waves are high. I've had lots of time, maybe too much, to journal and get lyrics down. I've been learning so much of my family from grandma and hearing stories of when I was an infant, toddler, and little kid that reflects in who I am today. I suppose, it would with everyone. Apparently, I was an infant that never cried...always observing and taking it all in...taking the day with stride...then infamous for my toddler phrase, "I do it." Maybe we really don't change. Perhaps only our surroundings and the influence of people alter our lifestyle and perhaps perspectives, so maybe there is truth in that a person cannot change. There's been lots of thinking around here, in my bustling mind. It feels like a healthy, mini, tug-a-war that's going on in my head and I love it.

Trip down memory lane...full-on

Off to the airport grandpa goes. Before he left, we took this awesome drive on the East side of Maui. All rainforest and all windy roads...even saw some surfers on the way back tackling some 10' - 15' waves - someday, someday.


Now that we got grandma all decked out in board shorts and a tank top, we decided to drive to Lahaina and bring back some memories of 20 years ago. Growing up I remember this dream I had of when I was in Japan, watching all these fishies swim in a huge courtyard with patios surrounding the pond. There were bridges, tables and chairs, people and HUGE gold fish.\

Well, today, grandma took to the place where the two of us would go and feed the fish popcorn when I was 4 years old. As soon as I stepped into the courtyard, I stood in aw. I totally remembered this place and it tripped me out. The courtyard in my dream was identical but larger, but everything else, the same. I told her, that I remember this place to such detail but I always dreamt that it was in Japan. She chuckled and off she went shopping the same stores she remembered 20 some years ago. I may not have remembered this place from when I was four, but I certainly recollect the reoccuring dreams growing up - I never thought it actually existed. Awesome!

Other than that, I just had a great road trip with grandma...she, sharing stories of the past and me, sharing stories of my 'weird' friends. I told her about the dance club I go to and all the gay people I love. She told me about the dance barn and when the day of rock and roll come in. Maybe grandma will come to the Roost!

Here's an great classic clip of grandma rockin' out to some classic rock. A great day this day when this comes of it.
Grandma Rocks!

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