Oceans and Wetlands — Certainty and Ambiguity

Moanalua Bay with Koko Head in the distance

Good Morning, God!

This is my view of Moanalua Bay while stopped at a red light. Up until maybe two or three days ago, I had four categories for Hawaii Kai: 1) Ocean 2) Moanalua Bay 3) Marina 4) Land.

But, my Godson, Shane, was telling me just a few days ago that Hawaii Kai is basically “wetlands.”  Wetlands?  “A wetland is an area of land whose soil is saturated with water either permanently or seasonally.” Hmm. Yes, I knew that Hawaii Kai used to be wetlands. It had never occurred to me, God, that we humans hadn’t just transformed Hawaii Kai into Dry Land and Marina.

a new sign on Hawaii Kai Drive

In fact, Waikiki used to be wetlands, too. We humans apparently love separating the land from the water. Funny, I thought we were successful. But, my Godson is very smart and sounded quite certain that we were still wetlands.

Then, yesterday, while jogging I saw this sign. Apparently, this is to designate an “active” wetland that I jog by several times a week.

Hmmm. I might not think that much about it except for rereading Being Wrong by Kathryn Schulz. I was in the part about how we humans much prefer Certainty to Uncertainty. We almost insist on Certainty in our leaders. Apparently being wrong is acceptable — but being uncertain about what is right — is not.

I can sense that wetlands have too high a degree of uncertainty for most of us. Is it land? Or is it water? The wetlands should decide! And stick to it! I’m mostly joking, God. Still, finding a designated wetlands in my neighborhood was a trifle unsettling. It makes me “uncertain” about the quality of the soil my home is resting on. I, too, like certainty.

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Posted in clear waterways, complexity, web of life

Kakaako, Families, and the Ongoing Adjustments of Life

in the heart of Kakaako

Good Morning, God!

Yesterday found me in the heart of Kakaako, just west of the Ala Moana shopping center. I think of Kakaako as Where the Work Gets Done. Work places are rarely pretty but they are really necessary. I worry about where all the small businesses will go as residential development continues. The high-rises keep coming! And that means adjustments for everyone.

Adjustments! Oh my goodness, God. Life is FULL of adjustments.

Tomorrow I fly off to Tucson to play both “responsible adult” and Tutu for our grandsons — while Sandy and Dave go off to Yosemite and then her 25th Stanford Reunion.

I will be adjusting from being “daughter” and “wife” to being “mom,” “grandma/tutu” and “mom-in-law.” Of course, in all those “roles,” I am always me. Still, each role carries with it expectations and memories. One of the great joys of friends and families are the memories . . . the rich past that makes the present more meaningful.

Hmm. I just realized that for me, especially as part of a family, dealing with the past requires some adjusting and processing. Our pasts always include mistakes and traumas. Many traumas, especially the ones we caused, remain hidden from us. But if we can share past hurts, hearing others — then the healing light of understanding can enter. And our tears of repentance can turn even painful times into rich soil.

Maybe, God, just maybe — I have more of that to do on this trip? As I think of soil . . . I think of the rocks that need to be cleared off the fields. Rocks of regret. Rocks of resentment. Rocks of closed off-hurts. I will need Your Help, God, in  “adjusting.”

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Posted in connecting, Conversations, courage to see myself, family visits, Feeling our feelings, finding hidden fears, Forgiving, Hearing, listening, Sharing

A Night in Old Hawaii

A Tribute to Irmgard Farden Aluli who was born 100 years ago on October 7, 1911

Good Morning, God!

Last night’s tribute to the late Auntie Irmgard, a local legend in Hawaiian music, was like going back in time. Back to a family time — back to a slower time — when entertainment was something we did together, not something we watched.

A niece of Auntie Irmgard invited me to the tribute, held 100 years and a day after her date of birth. Kit and I bought tickets and sat up close. Song after song poured over us, taking us back to the Old Hawaii, the Hawaii of sharing — sharing songs and hulas and laughter.

For the last number people were invited to “dance in the aisles” and some did. Oh, I would have loved to have joined them! How wonderful to be raised so that doing the hula is like giving a hug — giving a gift of love.

Auntie Irmgard

The friend who invited me was up on the stage at the end and at first she looked just a little uncomfortable. But as she danced she relaxed and began to smile and exude happiness. Her body, the music and the movements set her free. What a gift — to be free of self-consciousness — free to be.

I loved seeing women in their late 80’s and early 90’s up on stage singing and dancing. They were a delightful reminder that while our bodies age, our spirits can stay young.

Surely dancing and singing together protect us from many of the worries and fears that age us. Thank You, God, for music.

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Posted in connecting, connections, Enjoyment, JOY, letting the Holy Spirit flow through us, The World of our Senses, time

An American Spring?

a sign from the OccupyWallStreet movement

Good Morning, God!

Hmmm. Not long ago one of my blogs had a graph showing the top 1% of Americans having wealth going UP UP UP! The next 2% were mostly holding their own. But the other 97% were getting poorer.

At that point no one seemed to care. Well, I take that back, God! Warren Buffett and 40 other billionaires — who have pledged at least half of their wealth to charity — care. Forty billionaires. That’s 10% of the billionaires in America. It’s a start, God!

So, could this growing inequity be at the root of the new OccupyWallStreet movement? Is it that Americans’ sense of fair play has been violated? The folks who amped up the housing bubble walked away with billions — leaving a lot of home owners and institutions holding the bag. In fact, the World’s economy is in shambles.

Now, God, I know that greed is not limited to the rich. And I know that regulation is always a step behind need. But, it is kind of like Sony who after suing computer hackers didn’t even put basic security in place on their computers before they were really hit. Responsible organizations — and governments — ought at least to try to protect themselves.

Back to the 99%. I remember Kit’s mom saying that she was “thankful” that they had to pay so much in taxes. That statement looks amazing. And I remember my dad saying he didn’t want to soak the rich — he wanted to join them! I think that is what a lot of folks felt — until the scales tilted just a little — or a lot — too far.

So, God, I don’t really want another American Revolution — from the Left or the Right. But, I would like to see an adjustment.

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Posted in a hand up, adjusting, Anger, Compassion, courage

Beauty, Life and Weeping with Those Who Weep

A small heliconia (I think) in our common area

Good Morning, God!

I’m headed off this morning — EARLY — to get my mom to the doctor’s by 7:30 A.M. I want to get to her apartment in time for her to have some coffee and a bite to eat. All my mother wants to do is CANCEL the appointment. I understand that. I really do, God. To be sure, it is “only” Mohs surgery for a squamous cancer that popped up on her arm in the last two months. Small in the face of life threatening cancers.

Still being “responsible” isn’t easy. I am so glad she is here and I am only a mile away.

More and more, God, I am appreciating the wisdom of “weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice.” No one should weep alone, God. In fact, in times of trouble we need to band together — to have someone WITH us. The body seems to speak best when we are beyond words.

I wish I could weep, God. You and I need to “talk” about that some other day. But, I do find that I can keen quietly. Hmmm. I just looked up “keen”and it means to wail in grief. Obviously, one cannot keen quietly — that would be an oxymoron.  So, I guess, all I can do is make small sounds of distress. That seems grossly inadequate, God.

Grossly inadequate. Hmmm. Yes, God. I can feel that I am moving closer to humility. And, I am dependent on YOU for hope — for my very existence. You CARE. And I believe You weep with us. Thank You!

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Posted in accepting my need for help, Caring, responsibility, Sharing, The daily details of love

Steve Jobs — Icon and Inspiration

Steve Jobs -- 1955 - 2011

Good Morning, God!

A sad, sad day, God. Yesterday Steve Jobs left us and went to be with You. Has he been after You yet to “Make Your Universe More User Friendly?” Just joking, God! But, then, maybe I’m not.

I remember the first time I saw the Mac II with a COLOR screen. A color screen with 256 colors. PCs had 16 colors at that time. What a difference! I took out a $5,000 loan from my credit union and bought it — plus a black and white laser printer and a 2400 baud modem. High Living!

There was an article in the NY Times recently claiming that brain scans showed that people really do LOVE their iPhones. This was not a surprise to me. We DO love them — no matter that brain scientists have pointed out the flaws in that article’s science.  Apple products ARE somehow lovable.

“Lovable” may not have been the best word for Steve as a person. He was incredibly “exacting” — knowing exactly what he wanted and getting it. But then, Steve was bringing us exactly what we wanted, too. Of course, most of us didn’t know we wanted it — until we saw it or held it.

I just picked up my iPhone 4, God. Several months ago I took the heavy duty protective case off of it — simply because I enjoy touching it. I listen to books on it. I log my runs on it. I take photos with it. And often I do all three of those things at the same time. I also read my email, search the web, play games, check my stocks and my check my heart rate. And, oh yes! I make phone calls. What’s not to love?

Please, God, take good care of Steve!

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The sky’s the limit? — or living within limits?

Sky over Kahala Mall

Good Morning, God!

I used to think of my days just like I did my suitcase — always room for one more thing! Oh my! That was back in my childhood (say last year?) when I thought limits were nasty things imposed to keep us from having fun.

As You know, God, I can’t say that I have made the transition into loving limits — but I am starting to appreciate them. Yes, You remind me that an engine run at 75% of capacity can run for years — while one run at 90% will quickly burn out.

I have the feeling that I am not the only one who has problems with limits. America lives by a 24/7 beat. People have vacation time that they just can’t seem to find time to take. And our press views Europeans as lazy layabouts with their six-week vacations and short work weeks.

Are we addicted to work? Or is it that we are trying to keep up with an almost diabolical work ethic? For goodness sake, God! Even the nose-to-the-grindstone Puritans took one day off from work each week.

What to do?

In the old days — back before we all loved our iPhones almost as much as our families — it was against the law to have stores open on Sunday. Society agreed on laws limiting our personal freedom in order to help us keep a day for resting.

Repeatedly failing to keep the Sabbath has shown me that I am doing too much. This has come as a surprise to me — even though my mother has told me that for years.  But willful blindness is a powerful force. Retiring has not kept me from over filling my days. I’m afraid this might be a humility thing, God. I need Your Help.

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Orphaned Elephants in Kenya — and Hope

Orphan Elephants in Kenya; Photo by National Geographic

Good Morning, God!

I’ve been reading more National Geographic magazines, God. It comes with sitting in waiting rooms.

Yesterday I learned about an orphanage for elephants in Kenya. It’s the David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust in Nairobi. There’s a lot of Youtube videos, too. Seeing humans feeding young elephants with huge baby bottles was very touching.

The killing of their mothers — for meat and money — is so distressing, God. It’s distressing enough that it is happening. Even more distressing is that it is being done by my fellow humans. We ought to know better, God! We ought to see elephants as fellow sentient beings on this planet.

Hmmm. About the pork ribs I ate last night. Pigs are pretty smart, too. Drat! I didn’t want to get into my being a “meat eater” — I am not wanting to go there. Not now. Later!

Sigh, well, there’s the problem, God! I suppose Gandhi was right. We must become the change we wish to see.

Change comes with experience. In the National Geographic article they showed how baby elephants were being taken to schools to let the children see them and touch them and experience them as fellow creatures.

Fellow Creatures. Oh, would that we could see our fellow human beings as fellow creatures. Please help us, God. Help us reach out. Help us not to give up. Fill us with HOPE.

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Spark! Reading, Thinking and Running

Spark: The Revolutionary New Science of Exercise and the Brain

Good Morning, God!

I’m listening to the book, Spark, for the second time and am realizing I need to hear it several more times. In fact, I have ordered a hard copy. I want to be able to copy and cite several facts.

The fact that really hit me was that we have a brain because we move. Dr. Ratey then goes on to illustrate that by talking about a small sea creature with a 100+ neuron “brain.” The creature goes swimming along amongst the coral until it finds a place to anchor. Once it has its place on the coral, it proceeds to digest its brain. It isn’t going to move and it no longer needs its brain.

Yikes! I think a lot of us no longer “need” our brains. We aren’t moving — not physically and not mentally. That’s a scary thought, God.

In fact, that is one of the many facts in this book that have pushed me into jogging again — and going to the gym. It isn’t so much self-improvement as it is self-maintenance. I at least want to stay where I am as long as I can.

Our brains are certainly underutilized gifts, God! At least, mine is. I want to keep on learning. But not just facts or interesting new ideas. What I really need is to keep on upgrading my Mental Maps. I need to resist the need to stay stuck in Being Right.

This is a new concept for me, God. I confess that I suffer from the syndrome of “being pretty sure I’m right about almost everything.” That is no way to learn and grow and change!

Maybe it’s the exercise that is helping me embrace (well, consider) humility?

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Posted in accepting my ability to REDESIGN, choices, choosing HARD, exercising, hope, humility, Motivation

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