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Daydreaming
at Windmills
A frightfully windy day at Windmills turned a family campout
into a dismal retreat when
I tried to share a moment of Thanksgiving and worship
to God our Creator and Sustainer and Savior.
Joel's
Stone Dog
A strange mixture from Nature's purse after high tide,
creates illussions at Windmills.
They
left the dog with me.
We huddled in the van as the rain whipped the metal.
We howled at the injustice.
It was
a cold day, but the paintbrush gave the antidote
and showed that all things are perfect
and complete even their
most painful orbits.
Auntie
Hanamaika'i's Kalo Patch
While living on Maui with Mr. & Mrs. Joseph in 1965,
Mrs. Joseph (Hanamaika'i)
invited me to help her
plant the little Kalo (Taro) patch with her.
By and by, we harvested it.
She got a big
kick out of my crying in pain
when I cleaned the Kalo. It was very stinging.
Then we cooked the Kalo in
a Saloon Pilot Cracker tin
over an open fire. I was 21 years old.
When the Kalo was cooked, she brought out
a big wooden bowl made of Mango wood.
It had been her Mother's bowl.
She also brought a poi pounder
made of lava rock.
It had been her Grandmother's.
I sat with Hannah (a lovely Hawaiian Kupono-elder)
and was so happy to be in Nature,
and with Mrs. Joseph. Mrs. Joseph never had a daughter
of her own,
and my mother was young and never
would feed and change me. I lived with my Grandmother,
who had passed away
when I was 15.
On my own since then, I was so much in need of an elder,
a woman to show me stuff.
So when Hannah
(that's what we called her)
handed me the poi pounder that bright and fortunate day,
even though I was a numbskull
then, I knew enough to take it....
(smile). I didn't know then, how much her
generousity and patience
would shape my life.
We made the poi together. She showed me how to live.
She and Mr. Joseph gave a Motherless
and Fatherless
young person a chance to have a Family.
They let me live in their Banana Patch.
That is why
I call my website
Banana Patch Fantasy Productions
Creating the watercolor allows me to be there with them again,
watching the Sunrize thru the bamboo,
and the Moon set over the pineapple fields in a Moonbow.
The cows would
wait til the Moon set low and then walk accross,
but the calves would always jump over the Moon.
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