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Gender: Female
Status: Single
Age: 32
Sign: Aries

City: Kihei
State: Hawaii
Country: US
Signup Date: 5/11/2008

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September 21, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  pensive
The more I am a parent, the more my inkling that religions are all primally based on metaphors for parents seems a sound hypothesis. That would explain why some gods are punishing and some are rewarding and loving. Some are feared and some are beloved. Some are very involved and some are absent. This is not to explain the divine spark, or our perpetually existing collective consciousness and soul, but rather a plausible origin for the legends and doctrines that each culture holds true. (Herein I refer to god, meaning any god.) 

For example, with my son, metaphorically and literally, sometimes I catch him and sometimes he falls. This can be seen in our own lives; a good example is the Footprints poem we are all familiar with.  I carry him when he cannot, and soon he will walk on his own, yet I will still be there when he needs me. Also, this explains why any god would let good things happen to bad people. Sometimes it cannot be helped, neither god nor parents can protect their children from life or the world.

God made man in his own image? Well, do we not make our children in our own image?
Parents are the creators of life, the ones who first taught us love, god the creator is love... if one considers it outside of what is taken literally and meant metaphorically, it sems quite obvious. The divine is within us, not above us. It came before us and will go on after us.

Let the concept percolate through your mind.

I could go on and on, but I need to tend to my little angel.



4:31 PM 
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July 31, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  blessed
Water will always find its level. Either one side will rise or one side will fall, but it is a basic law of physics that water will level out, it will not sustain imbalance.
People, also, will find their level. You can try to raise some up to meet you eye to eye, and many will try to drag you down to their level... but unless some comprimise happens and both people adjust, they will never find balance together. All that friction and heat of trying will just cause it all to evaporate anyway.

Some will insist on drowning in the murky depths of dismay, some are shallow as a puddle, and some are dewdrops on a petal misted by a pristine waterfall. A dewdrop will not stay pristine in mud... it becomes mud. Likewise, mud will not stay mud in the sea... it will be diluted and cleansed. Types of water and types of people feel comfortable surrounded by more of the same, and they will flow together and find their level.

Either way, water and people rise and fall in waves... we can either ride the crests in an ocean of joy, or we can become mired in muddy stagnant muck. Just don't cloud the clarity of my crystal azure existence with festering swamp filth, metaphorically speaking.

Surf's UP!!


7:58 PM 
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June 30, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  blissful
I am just feeling so blessed and grateful for all that is right in my life today. I have an amazing son, my precious joy and clearly a wise soul here to teach me, a sweet and loyal dog, a gorgeous clear day in paradise, a gentle breeze, breakfast with my happy boy, no rush, just enjoying the birds' songs and nature's artwork. I am feeling well-groomed and pretty, accomplished in my work, comfortable in my body and my heart, and I just wanted to take a moment to express to our divine collective soul my fulfillment at this ideal moment.

My cup runneth over, and I thankfully drink in each drop of joy!
6:03 PM 
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June 19, 2009 - Friday 

Current mood:  intense
They say love conquers all. There's a whole section about it in the Bible, Corinthians, I think, though I'm not a Bible kind of girl... but I believe in the power of love absolutely. However, no amount of love from another can affect change in the heart of someone who chooses to suffer their own self-loathing and doubt, who is mired in insecurity and crippled by fear, who is a slave to self-destructive behaviors because they do not love themselves.

So all I can do is continue to manifest abundant love and joy, success and hope for myself and those I love, and heed wisdom garnered through lessons hard-learned.
I know that if I stay pure of heart and exist in a state of love and kindness, and offer that positive energy to those deserving souls who recognize the value of the gift of unconditional love, eventually clarity will appear from dissipating illusion. The true power of love will shine eternally to melt even the sharpest and hardest ice, and the warmth of my love will nourish the sweet fruits of life, and we will taste the joy!
At least I know my love for Zane will not be wasted. He is obviously a wise soul who knows a treasure when it is offered to him, and he shines in reciprocating love. :)

Happiness is a choice. So is suffering. I choose happiness!!
10:27 PM 
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May 9, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  blissful
To escape the stresses and reconnect with my beloved island, I set out on a mission to gather sacred rudraksha (blue marble tree) seeds at Keanae Arboretum. We strapped the babies in and set out to the other side of Haleakala. Winding past Twin Falls and deeper into the jungle, we stopped at mile marker 8 for a boobie break, and to get out of that cramped car. A trail beckoned. I strapped Zane in the ergobaby and we headed down the path. A worried tourists advised us not to proceed, but I laughed and said, "this baby has been all over this island."
Only a few yards ahead was a lovely sparkling pool with a split waterfall cascading into it. Only about 18 feet tall, it was just right. And we had it all to ourselves! I stripped Zane (being an island boy, he is at ease romping naked through the jungle!) and we gently entered the water stone by stone. The water was refreshing, intensely chilly and crisp. In fact, the sound of the water was crisp, the colors on every fernleaf and flower were crisp... the whole experience was perky and joyful. Zane and I splashed and laughed and swam. Zane even dunked under for a moment, and he emerged with a wet grin, blinking in astonishment at his own feat. After he began to chatter his teeth on my nipple, I handed him off to Aunty Raven and a towel, and I swam to the base of the falls. (This is where it gets symbolic.) I positioned myself in front of the strongest splash zone and swam hard against the current. I stroked each arm's length with all my might. Yet I remained in place as I swam. But when I just let go, when I go with the flow, it swirls me around to a gentler place... I lay back and relaxed and gazed at the sky framed by canopies of embracing trees. The dappled light illuminates each droplet of water, and it seems suspended in time and animation, and I notice that I am acutely aware of every detail, and yet the entirety of the experience as well. I am at peace for the first time in a while...and for the first time I can recall, I am able to completely clear my mind, my only awareness the pounding water and my smiling heart.
Rejuvenated, I popped my head up and saw my son's curious face, and he instantly grinned and hopped with excitement to see me emerging from the pool. How perfectly heartwarming.
We continued our journey to the Arboretum, and sure enough, the first grove of trees we came to  were the ones I sought!
The trees were stately and magnificent, and I gathered a skirtfull of the cobalt blue berries. Then we picnicked by the babbling stream, fed the babbling baby boys, and cut the trip short when we noticed we were becoming lunch for the skeeters. A few quick snapshots of the painted gum trees, and we were off again. I shot lots of pics out of the car window, and thought I should sell my pics along this road sometime. I complete photographic essay of the road around Haleakala.
This day was one I will relive in my memories for years to come. I will make Zane's necklace from the seeds I gathered, and tell him the story of our adventure at bedtimes.  He is the best person I have ever met! The day was glorious, but he truly my resplendent joy!
7:55 AM 
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