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Sunrise at the Heiau

Sunrise at the Heiau

I couldn’t sleep last night. In fact, I didn’t sleep a wink. I didn’t even lie down for more than a few minutes. I don’t know why. I can’t remember having done this more than a couple of times in my life after college, when all-nighters were de rigueur. Maybe Frivolity Friday was pushing its luck, hoping for an early start. At 5:30 a.m. I got up and took the car to the local gas station-cum-convenience store, the early morning pit stop for the local fishermen and boat tour operators before setting out for the day.

I thought I’d be alone there at the Circus-Shop-Us, but I was greeted by about a half dozen sleepy but smiling men as they loaded up on ice, beer and diesel.

After morning social time, I went to the lookout point between the Circus and the small shopping center. Keauhou, the area of Kona where I live, was the birthplace of King Kamehameha III. Such a historically important area has lots of historical sites and markers. You can’t walk ten feet without seeing one. This one marks a pathway between two former towns, and a burial ground. Locals take their lunch breaks there, tourists stop to have their photos taken there, and you’ll often find offerings of flowers and fruit, or photos of loved ones wedged in the lava rocks. Sometimes even notes to Pélé, the goddess of the Volcano Kilauea, and all-around patron saint of Hawaiians.

Still dark and hazy when I arrived at the Heiau

Still dark and hazy when I arrived at the Heiau

That’s my coffee and breakfast there to the right of the marker. I stood by the wall and sipped my coffee and nibbled at my breakfast, a “traditional” Hawaiian musubi of sushi rice, spam and egg. I know, I know, but you have to try one before you scream yuck. It was quiet at the Heiau, except for the sound of the breeze ruffling the greenery. You can’t really watch the sunrise on the Kona side of the island, it being the West side and all, so I settled for watching as the lights of Kona twinkled and faded while the light of the sun grew stronger. I was surprised and delighted to hear the crowing of a rooster not far off above me, coming from Keauhou Estates, a posh neighborhood, where the homes start at two million. If someone has figured out how to keep a rooster in Keuahou, I’d like to know their secret. I’m just trying to keep two cats and a dog without getting caught.

One of the Plaques Marking the Ohi'a Cave Preserve

One of the Plaques Marking the Ohi'a Cave Preserve

I tied to snap photos, but the early morning on voggy days makes it difficult. NOtice it’s difficult to discern the horizon where the sea meets the sky. That changes as the sun rises higher. The world is enveloped in a kind of blue haze that makes capturing detail impossible for those armed only with a point and shoot. Note to self: next time you’re awake at 5 a.m., take the good SLR.

These are the best photos I could manage. Lori Skoog, don’t look. I’m embarrassed.

The Lower Wall of the Lookout is Planted with Noni Trees*

The Lower Wall of the Lookout is Planted with Noni* Trees

For a much more interesting views of Keauhou, visit Loving the Big Island.

*Noni, most often marketed in the West as Tahitian or Hawaiian Noni Juice, is a wonderful if disagreeable smelling fruit, has medicinal properties. The fruit, along with the leaves, bark and sap, were very important cultural commodities for native Hawaiians throughout early history.

 

 

 

 


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Frivolity Friday Status Report: Bobbie, Cat Bowls and Pink Styrofoam Peanuts

I got the third shipment of my things today from Virginia. It has been, in fact, easier to live without them than to unpack and find places for them in this tiny condo.

Now my place is covered in clingy styrofoam peanuts. YAY!

As if on cue, the moment I pulled the thirty-five pounds of bubble wrap off the cat bowls, Bobbie the neighbor cat came running. He’s a Keauhou Cat (you’ll read more about them later, and a related project I have in mind): scrappy, bob-tailed (hence the name), ears shredded by fighting for food and shelter and love, and the sweetest little thing you have ever seen. I’ll try to snap a picture of him tomorrow. He has been sleeping on my desk chair for years, apparently, though he lives two doors down with the nice people he adopted.

The cat bowls, Bobbie’s appearance, the mess (I like things just so) finally got to me, and I sat and cried like a baby. Didn’t make me feel better, but I guess it was inevitable. I miss my animals. As all of you know in your hearts, pets are more than furry four-legged creatures to some people.

I am grieving my loss. I feel guilty. It is going to be hard to get over this.

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It's Award Time!

It's Award Time!

I have always loved giving presents. My family accuses me of being congenitally generous, which on occasion gets me into trouble. I don’t think handing out virtual gifts can do that, so I’m feeling a little expansive today, it being Easter and all. Being a Buddhist, I don’t celebrate the Christian holidays. I also give presents on my birthday, like a Hobbit. It’s a little late, and I’m not the right religion, but I feel the need to mark these beautiful days with a little gift-giving (compulsive? yes!!!).

If you are reading this, I feel really lucky. Please pick up the jpeg of your award, post it in your blog somewhere, and link back to EHTT.

I will also email you about your giftie if I think you probably won’t read this, for whatever reason.

And now, the awards:

thinkingbloggerpf8 I am bestowing this award on a non-blogger. Odd, I know. As I think back over the past year, there is one person who comments here who makes me think so hard my head hurts. His comments have consistently led to new lines of inquiry and more than a few “Aha”s. Equestrian as well as personal breakthroughs. Shoshin, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

for Lori Skoog

for Lori Skoog

 

Lori Skoog of The Skoog Farm Journal reveals the beauty and grace of everyday life. When a person is able to shine alight on the minutiae of daily living and reveal it to be beautiful, they are true artists. Thank you Lori, for posting beauty every day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Informative Blogger's Award

Informative Blogger

 

Liz Goldsmith of Equine Ink writes the most interesting and informative posts. Reading her blog is like going to an equine and equestrian museum, for fascinating historical and current facts and stories.


 

 

 

 

 

 

To the Literary Horse

For the Literary Horse

 

Jane of The Literary Horse inspires me with her writing. Logging on to her blog is an exercise in anticipation … of her brilliant writing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Patient Horseperson Award

The Patience Award

It’s not my place to hand out any kind of horsemanship award, especially to one so accomplished as Tamara of The Barb Wire. But to anyone following recent developments at In the Night Farm, it’s pretty obvious that Tamara is doling ife lessons for all of us as she cares for Aaruba and brings Consolation along. So an award for patience is really an award of thanks for teaching about how to deal gracefully with dramatically altered expectations.

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Frivolity Friday: What's the Deal With the Water Bill?

I could not resist posting this. The intelligence and curiosity of cats is always a source of amazement to me. I have a cat, Gizmo, who looks an awful lot like the one in this video, and he’s always up to similar antics. You just never know what Gizmo is going to try to figure out. I think cats are miraculous in every way. Next time you cuddle your house cat, take a minute to consider his intelligence and capacity for learning.

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