Through one of my mommy groups I got wind of this video and could not stop smiling after watching it. Hope you will enjoy the video by SOULPANCAKE, too.
In 1999, I had the opportunity to visit Punta del Este with my Rotary Ambassadorial roommate, Michelina Ferate. We soaked in our surroundings the one-week we were there. One of the places our host took us to visit was the sculpture by Mario Irarrazabal, “La Mano”. It was amazing to see this work of art on the beach. This sculpture was completed in 1982 by Irarrazabal. He finished it within a week. It still remains as one of the most visited sculptures of Punta del Este.
October is Filipino Heritage Month and the one month of the year when I reflect upon being part-Filipino. It’s not as if that’s lost on me during the rest of the year; I am reminded every time I look in the mirror, but since I have identified as Native Hawaiian for the better part of my life, the month of cultural introspection certainly allows for much-needed perspective. When recently emigrated people ask if Iʻm Filipino, the conversation usually plays out like this: Stranger: “Are you Filipina?” Me: “Yes.” Stranger: “Ahh! Where is your family from in the Phillippines?” Me: “Ilocos.” Stranger: “I know Ilocos!” then speaking in Tagalog or Ilocano Me: “I’m sorry. I was born here, but my family is from Ilocos.” Stranger: “So you aren’t from the Phillippines?” Me: “No.” Stranger: “And you don’t speak Filipino?” Me: “No.” Stranger: “Oh.” They are disappointed. For me, I use the term “Filipina” to confirm my ethnic composition, while they often use it to forge a connection with someone who shares a national identity. My grandpa was the last …
I love forests. Whenever I’m in an old forest, I catch myself looking up, head back, mouth agape, in awe of the shards of light piercing through branches and pieces of the sky greeting me through the canopy. Standing alongside the ancients is a gentle, yet powerful reminder of exactly how young and irrelevant I am. The trees had been around for years before me and will likely continue to be there long after I’m gone. They are great teachers of resilience, patience, and humility. When notions of self-importance begin to creep up, I take to the forest. The frequency of me-centered pronouns and inflated feelings of complacency are soon snuffed out and I am reminded that I’m really not as knowledgeable or as good as I’ve led myself to believe. There is always more to learn. Daily Prompt: Childlike | http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/15/daily-prompt-childlike/
Spin in the City! Movin’ on up! Adrenaline pumping feeling the love. cover photo & video source: http://youtu.be/uH4bVutFDhc
The diversity in Hawaiian singing is well-represented in this video. The styles may vary, but vocal qualities captured on recordings of the old people can still be heard in the voices of these modern-day artists. Mahalo nui to the visionaries of Project Kuleana for this beautiful musical holoholo across time and space.
When we visited a Chinese restaurant in Calle Capon in Lima, Peru, we had fun reading through all the fortune cookies in Spanish. This one basically states that your ideas are great, put them to use. Don’t let anything stop you. Just Do It!
Find life experiences and swallow them whole. Travel. Meet many people. Go down some dark alleys. Try everything. Exhaust yourself in the glorious pursuit of life.” –Lawrence K. Fish Photo credit: M. Andaya
One way to obtain moksha (freedom from the differentiated, temporal, and mortal world of ordinary experience) is through sleep.