Wishing everyone we have met through RB or have yet to me, a very Blessed and wonderful Thanksgiving….
Daily I passed by him
As he sat on the park bench
Newspapers stuffed in his pants and shirt
Backpack sitting next to him
A little hand clutching mine
He looked so grown up
Face filed with pain
As we payed homage
To the man they called hero
He called Daddy
the father the son and the holy ghost
have always stood near and will guide
guide us the most
cast out your sins and
seek a fresh start
Ke Ao-Ulaula
E ho’omaika’i O la’a kea me ke aloha pau ole
Preserve the language, preserve the culture, preserve the ‘aina (land), live in balance, live aloha.
Whatever we project is returned to us because that which we focus on we give power to… it is the power of intention
to realize my quintessence of Spirit has always existed, and will always be a significant part of the great cosmic fabric in the multi-dimensional realm of reality…
What is art? The question reminds me of the saying, "I am what you think I am." But is what you think I am, what I am?
This is hysterical. You have to try this. It is absolutely true.
I guess there are some things that the brain cannot handle.
HOW CLEVER IS YOUR RIGHT FOOT?
You have to…
My mom was on the phone and came running when I screamed, we watched as the second plane hit,we held each other as we cried.