What a way to begin the year! Lots of introspection. Departing from the tasty bakery where I last sat and blogged, I encountered a couple on a scooter who admired my bag, offered me generous herbal gift, and recommended that I camp at Waimea Bay. I took the bus east along the north shore to the suggested stop and ventured into the valley, where I was greeted by an enormous Hawaiian couple on a golf cart. They told me the valley is all private property and said I could camp by the beach.
I set up my tent at the foot of a retaining wall that held up the road and slept until the morning light. Upon waking I met a short and thin old woman with a huge bun of dreadlocks covered by a beanie. She introduced herself as Jean but told me that everyone calls her Bird Lady because she always feeds the birds. She had five or so cats at her little camp further on down the wall as well. Of all things she was shelling shrimp.
She had a great jolly belly laugh that welled up frequently as she spoke, She laughed heartily at the insanity of a world filled with delusional people, who call her strange for loving nature as she does. She couldn’t help but stop and laugh at the absurdity of many modern lifestyles, in which disconnection and fruitless frivolity thwart the quest for understanding, the quest I on!
Knowing well this prevalent paradoxical pathogenetic powerless populace problem, I took comfort in relating to the cheery bird lady as she offered her miraculous laughing wisdom, alchemical emotional reaction to widespread worrisome wayward wandering miraculously transformed from woe into joy by the willful power of her pure heart. I gave her the new year’s gift of a small amethyst heart before journeying onward back aboard the bus.
I passed right through Pupukea and by Pipeline and Sunset Beach, knowing I would return. I rode around the tip top of the island and hopped off the the bus at Hauula, drawn to the scenery there more than anywhere I had already passed. I was greeted by the adoring energy of a bearded old man named Jerry, who said he was looking for someone to celebrate with; it was new year’s eve day. I agreed to take the bus with him to his apartment, where we drank a few beers and watched a twilight zone marathon. Jerry was very friendly and open except he wouldn’t tell me what he did for a living when he was younger.
I camped on the beach nearby, just a little too close to both the ocean and the spot where some kids started shooting off powerful mortars towards midnight. In the morning I found the moat I dug between my tent and the waves washed away and even the floor of the tent just inside the entrance wet from ocean water! The first and last time I underestimate the tide! I guess the bushes on either side of my camp spot take some water around the base from time to time!
On the first day of 2015 I rode the bus down the windward side of the island to Kaneohe, where the sign for the Ho’omaluhia Botanical Garden tempted me out onto the street. I trekked up the wide, nicely paved suburban roads to the garden’s entrance. Just inside I found a thick tangle of large jungle vines and trees beside the road, a perfect place to camp surrounded by nature spirit and stash my pack, with a short fun skate back down to town; I am traveling with my longboard. I ventured a ways into the botanical garden but came to a no trespassing sign; the garden was closed for new year’s day. I decided to head to the beach.
Now the other thing I’ve had to learn in recent travels is not to assume public transportation will take me to my destination simply because it is going that way! I made that mistake most terribly on the BART system in San Francisco Bay, absent-mindedly riding all the way to Castro Valley when I meant to go to North Berkeley! This wasn’t nearly as bad as that, but instead of taking me to the beach side of He’eia State Park, the bus I stayed on went to the Valley of the Temples, where I enjoyed the breathtaking scenery, ate a late lunch, and got tired of waiting for the bus to take me back towards where I orginally wanted to go.
The assessment of a local that marsh with “who knows what living in it” lay between me and the beach deterred me from traversing the state park, so I walked and skated back southward along the road to Kaneohe. Once there the coming night directed my steps back to my new home garden, leaving the beach for another day. I opted for Kailua beach park, where I washed the mud from the preceeding night’s powerful storm off my tarp and swam and frollicked while my clothes dried out on the sunny grass. I was in paradise!
I have avoided the big city entirely until tonight. Although the high concentration of extremely cute girls I have seen in the last few hours make me wonder why! Theirs is such an awe inspiring divine beauty! When I look at them, I literally feel as if my heart is being simultaneously tugged upward to the heavens and downwards to the heart of Mama Gaia! It kind of stings. Youch!! Anyway, after three nights at the botanical garden, precious time alone spent in silent contemplation, I headed north again.
I got on the bus with a 66-year-old Vietnam war veteran with a partially disabled arm from a bayonet wound. He got to talking and I got to listening, and he invited me to hang out back in Hauula! It’s a very beautiful spot! According to my new friend, my old friend Jerry, who is his same age, used to be a bear wrestler in North Carolina. I don’t think that is what he did for most of his money, which is what he hadn’t wanted to tell me, but I can’t guess why he wouldn’t tell me about wrestling bears, if he did….
After hearing war stories and much more until 3:33 in the morning, I slept in a forest spot with no fireworks or encroaching waves and caught the bus to Sunset Beach when I awoke. Gargantuan waves broke all along the shore, signs and lifeguards cautioned against swimming, and I made my way to the calmer waters of Shark’s Cove. There I met up with my friend Sarah, a classmate from the January 2013 Permaculture Design Course at Punta Mona Center for Sustainable Living and Learning in Costa Rica. She had seen on Facebook that I am on Oahu; her boyfriend lives in Hauula!! I didn’t know that until I met them face to face at Shark’s Cove however.
It is uncanny how much her boyfriend looks and sounds like a younger smaller version of one of the boatmen that would bring people and goods to and from Punta Mona! He is a surfer, and they brought me along to a barbecue at Jamie O’Brien’s house, where a group of surfers were hanging out and playing guitar hero.
Sarah suggested I get in touch with Tia Silvasy, a permaculturist on the island. I sent her a message on Facebook, asking if there were any permaculture community happenings I could join in during my last few days on Oahu. She told me about the Wednesday morning volunteer day at Waihuena Farm, which was the next morning right across the street! Synchronicity, ease, and flow! Such the way to go!!
During the barbecue I did a couple hand stands and the surfers said, “Don’t be doing none of that hippy shit.” Jamie didn’t seemed too stoked that I turned up and didn’t know who he was, but at least he let me hang out and even play his ukelele for a couple minutes. After Sarah and her boyfriend went home, Jamie said, “We don’t like hippies around here,” and I went and slept on the beach.
I woke up to the crash of Pipeline and ventured across the street to a beautiful permaculture farm where I met a couple WWOOFers and local residents caring for the plants and building a yurt! The property has an outdoor kitchen, a tomato greenhouse, and a workout floor under a roof between storage containers much like the set up my Dad built on our property. There is a house high up on precarious looking stacked stilts, electric line around the veggie beds to keep wild boars out, and many species of delicious and wonderful plants!
We spent the sweet morning conversing over oatmeal and doing a little tasting tour before gathering and preparing lunch after the vision of a wonderful Japanese lady named Nami. I was reunited with several of the staple species from Punta Mona such as Chaya, cranberry hibiscus, moringa, passionfruit (called lilikoi in Hawaii), and taro (called Kalo). After lunch I exchanged some seeds that I got from the Bioneers Conference in Marin, California with a resident named Doug, who planted what I gave him right away. Nami and I discussed some of the earth magick from Anastasia and The Ringing Cedars series, making me want to read it more than ever.
Doug invited me to go to a farmer’s union potluck near the northwest tip of the island. A wonderful soul named Peter or “Peat!” rode with us out to the gathering. He is doing permaculture in Waimea valley and knows good places on both Kauai and Big I, as it’s called.
The coming spring is sure to be a most magical time with my friends Bloom and Sophia coming to Hawaii for the Compersion Permaculture Action Tour! I invite everybody reading this as well as everyone else who would be interested to come be a part of the blooming in the second half of March. Owl bee shore to communicate all manner of details once we have them worked out. I invite everybody reading this as well as everyone else who would be interested to help us work out the details! Suggestions and connections are welcome!
We intend to bring soul family together to weave our dreams into a reality that nurtures the genius in each of us by sharing celebration, inspiration, sacred vibration, and building thriving community that honors, benefits, and lifts up the voice of every being, animal, vegetable, mineral, and spiritual into a masterpeace of ecstatic divine harmony! Heaven on Earth is ours to create! Come cook soul soup with us in Hawaii!
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After the potluck I spent the night at Waihuena farm, enjoyed the north shore until after sunset the next day, and took a bus to this 24-hour internet cafe in Honolulu. I fly to Kauai in about 4 hours! Once there I will meet up with my great friend Presence, whose birthday it is tomorrow! We plan to visit a very special Hindu temple with a huge and ancient crystal that I read about in Drunvalo Melchizedek’s book Serpent of Light. I am very excited! I’m so excited that I have stayed up all night in this cafe!
The other news is I am now officially a part of Immortalize LLC. I will be selling blue spirulina, a unique and wonderful superfood! Check it out! I am dancing a bun dance for the bright future I have with this superhuman fuel.
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Happy happy new year!! Bless one and all! Let’s come together in joy and love, aloha and mahalo! ❤