Readapting to Ancestral Knowledge of Survival ... looking back to move ahead

Link to 'Aimalama by clicking here. 

Looking back on the motivation, and inspiration to create a place, on Whidbey Island, where the experiences of two makua o'o (maturing elders) could be shared, it was the 'AIMALAMA: Pacific Peoples' Lunar Conference on Climate Change I saw as a major short-term destination, or goal. Travel by plane was not an option. What other way could we on Whidbey Island connect and contribute to this large gathering of Pacific Peoples?

If it is possible to build upon the slow, and steady progress of rooting and thriving on this Whidbey Island what would I envision as the next step?

The two-part answer: 1. Gather a small group to be with Pete and me and share what/how we have readapted, and continue readapting, to survive using the practices of makua o'o (an elder in training life) and kaulana mahina (the observation of moon phases, planting, harvesting, decision-making). We are about to complete that step, July 10th, 2015 with our HO'OMOKU Open House. A summer-time investment of seven weekly gatherings (classes) to teach and learn in a small group leads to the application of the wisdom found in the words 'He puko'a kani 'aina' ... like a coral reef that grows into an island, so too does a person starting in small ways grows until firmly established.

2. Collaborate with community members to bring internet access to the South Whidbey Tilth. This infrastructure would expand connectivity both for the South Whidbey Tilth Farmers' Market/Vendors, and allow a webinar setting between HO'OMOKU and other Pacific Peoples' involved in readapting to ancestral knowledge of survival.  As of today, we have secured approval, and financial backing to bring that infrastructure to the South Whidbey Tilth. We have an installation date set. Progress is in the making!

Whidbey Island is in the center of this photograph. Find the water (The Salish Sea) in dark blue/black. At the right of the large water is an island, the water creates a shape like that of a human, with a bird on his right shoulder. The island shaped by water is Whidbey.

Seen from the heavens the land and islands of the Salish Sea, here, in the Pacific Northwest provide clues and inspiration. The larger picture filled with ambiguity, visual images, multiple meanings leave room for the mystery of life. The unseen guidance and assistance will come, if we are open and willing to welcome it.

This morning, a good friend passed me the prayer that follows; a prayer for the Full Moon in Capricorn tonight (July 1, 2015).

HAPPY FULL MOON IN CAPRICORN!

Every New Moon and Full Moon I like to try to post this from the Change Me Prayer book. The Full Moon today is special since Venus and Jupiter are conjunct, the consummate planets of Laxmi, the goddess of beauty, joy and abundance. Take if you need!

"Full Abundance Change Me Prayer"

If you feel drawn, let it enter your Being, releasing any old ideas of constriction or limitation and returning Your true essence as expansive, radiant Light.

"Divine Beloved, Change Me into someone
who can give with complete ease and abundance,
knowing You are the unlimited Source of All.

Let me be an easy open conduit for Your prosperity.
Let me trust that all of my own needs are
always met in amazing ways
and it is safe to give freely as my heart guides me.

And equally, please Change Me into someone
who can feel wildly open to receiving.
Let me know my own value, beauty and
worthiness without question.
Let me allow others the supreme pleasure of giving to me.
Let me feel worthy to receive in every possible way.

And let me extend kindness to all who need,
feeling compassion and understanding
in even the hardest situations.

Change me into One who can fully love, forgive
and accept myself... so I may carry your Light
without restriction.

Let everything that needs to go, go.
Let everything that needs to come, come.
I am utterly Your own.

You are Me.
I am You.
We are One.

All is well.

‪#‎ToshaSilver‬  ‪#‎ChangeMePrayers‬

After reading this prayer I wrote back to my friend, "Thank you. I needed this prayer." And, it is just so. Kama 'ia ke aloha a pa'a i loko. Bind love that it may remain fast within. Be a person who knows love. Aloha is the intelligence with which we greet life. Too often the fretting that is an old habit that needs to go clings. Or, I cling to it. My friend has sent me LIGHT. As Pete left the vardo this morning, he kindly pointed out the fretting I was doing. I said "I'm not very good at loosening out the fret'n" Then I said, "Fret'n fingers!" He said, "Yeah, if you did more fret'n on the ukulele maybe you'd do less of the fret'n inside." Whew. What a good idea. Go play the ukulele.  

Ulu, the tightrope and dream tattoos

ulu. 1. to grow, increase, spread; grove, growth, collection, flock; an increase or rising of the wind - Pukui & Elbert

 "You certainly seem to be walking that fine line between fear and desire. Yet your fear, in some ways, seems the larger of the two, as you contemplate all that could potentially go wrong. Yet that’s not really an issue, though if it is, ask yourself whether you’re using your power correctly. Consider carefully, and if the answer is yes, then move on. What really may be the thing making you nervous is the passion you’re feeling for someone, or that they feel for you. In that way, intense desire can come across as fear, though I would ask: fear of what? Aaah well, fear of the only thing that seems to get anyone’s attention, which is the potential for change. Change in this scenario means experiencing actual feelings, and meeting someone who has the potential to match or even exceed your energy[...] - Eric Francis, Planet Waves Scorpio, May, 2015"

Yesterday the energy of the Scorpio Full Moon still pulsed. The long night's sleep the night just past had fueled us both. We turned out the lights, shut down the computer, and tucked ourselves under the covers and left "the" time behind. Mahina the Fattening One was yet to rise from the Eastern horizon and Ka La the brilliant star of light had yet to fall below the horizon in the West. We were cradled in the sublime between ma waena in the middle or at the tail end of day, and the start of night. Funny how we count, and measure, funny how we account for our progress.

The astrology described above, written by Eric Francis is something I enjoy reading once a month, thanks to Julie Genser at Planet Thrive. Thanks to Julie, some of the most difficult and fearful times we faced during the onset of MCS were calmed through the cyber-connections (safety nets) strung by Julie's community. As Pete and I have refashioned our lives, rooting in the glacial silt of this island in the Salish Sea, my connection with Planet Thrive has changed. My interactions are infrequent, but, I appreciate monthly check-ins with Francis' view of the astrology for the month.

I glean a little or a lot from the broad view for Scorpio in May (as Saturn moves closer to a retrograde in Scorpio for the summer and fall). Reading the first lines "fine line ... between fear and desire" fits my current emotions. While my daytime emotional thermometer might appear calm, inside, the volcano rumbles. It's very good for me to have the rich dream world that rubs at the seemingly solid (Capricorn conservative, secretive Moon). While we slept in that ma waena place, the dream tattoos artists were ready to lay their designs on me.

I am filling the shelves of the kitchen pantry. Large cans (that's dating me, and the period piece dream) of HAWAIIAN PUNCH as far as I can reach, and further still, line the shelves. I think to myself, "Wow, Hawaiian Punch. All varieties of the sweet and unlikely sugar water drink." Next to them large cans of pork 'n beans. Again, I laugh at the choices in the cupboard. What really struck me though was the smell that permeated me and the dreams. The smell: unique and specific to the kitchen cupboard of my mother's Kuli'ou'ou kitchen. To analyze and dissect the combination? Not possible, not necessary. Smell memory dreams are not usual for me. The final image before I work that night of ma waena time dream was a stack of Haleiwa Brand poi in bags.

What? I go through the process of ho'oulu stirred and inspired by the dream that came with visual and olfactory symbolism. 'Aue! Ma is telling me something. In the shower this dialogue starts up with myself (it was really my brother David coming through, loud, clear and in heavy pidgin!).

"Eh, you making island (ho'omoku)?" 
"Yeh, why buddah you?"
"No. You know how?"
"Yeh. I know how."
"You goin?"
"Yeh, I goin'."
"You sureh?"
"Yeh."
"Okay den."

My ahu (altar) of pictures of my mother, dad, brother, son, cousins and us (Pete and me) fill the top shelf of the book shelf and dangle from safety pins. They are in that Hale Au'au (bath house). In that space where we wash ourselves, the dishes, and our clothes my family's 'ike is alive and their voices are unadjusted. Pidgin reigns and by the time I have stepped out and under the heat lamp, grabbed my towel and start to dry myself off I am crackin' up from the conversation.

The island I am building, this place, whose blog I fill with cyber-words come from the inspiration that is both excited and desirous. I wish to share and be inspired by others. But. Those others might "match or even exceed your energy"; that frightens me. As I write I am reminded of what Kalei Nu'uhiwa said in her presentation at the 'Aha Wahine Conference about the heat that is generated when a lot of people with mana gather in one place. It makes people uncomfortable! There is chaos. There is also the potential for something yet to be.

An image of spider webs presents us with the organized or chaotic ways in which we (or spiders) engage with life. Nu'uhiwa also suggests in that same presentation that we wahine (women) remember the trials and journey of the Pele and Hi'iaka myths. Sent on a great adventure, Hi'iaka meets challenge after challenge. Personal journeying. Tightrope walking. Mo'o battling. Balancing precipice. Hi'iaka has long been an akua who has inspired my journeys. So too do the spiders inspire me. I see them readying themselves for take-off.

Keiki prepare for launch!

Ulu means to grow, increase, spread. The inspiration to build a space, a place, a halau (long house as for canoes or hula instruction) grows with each step, tentative sometimes, yet at such a deeply knowing place within. The humor and pidgin rich dialogue that comes out of my mouth in the hale au'au is the stuff that tattoos me on the inside where I must look with confidence. This looking inward changes my perspective, because, then, I am not counting on the approval of others who may, or may not, be inspired or tattooed by the same dreams.

Hawaiian Punch in large cans. 'Aue. Thank you Ma for your kitchen cupboard. And Dad and David, your humor, geez nothing like it.