My five year old grandson was listening to family members instruct Siri to play this song or that song on our HomePod Mini. So in his five year old English he piped up with, “Hey Siri, play the Poop Song.” Siri understood him and while I expected her to say that she couldn’t find such a song, it turns out that there is a Poop Song on Apple Music, and so she obliged with playing it!
Sitting alone at night, silence, small light on in the corner, stillness, dark outside, alone with a book, my thoughts, writing. Walking across the crater floor of Haleakala. Bare, cinder cones, dried lava. The birth place of Maui. Sitting chanting Puja in the Shrine Room of Lam Rim Buddhist Centre. Pre-dawn, faint light in the sky, bird song slowly starting, a day awakening. Sitting around a fire, dinner finished, feeding wood to the glowing embers, wood smoke infusing our clothes.
The trade winds having being blowing very strong over the last couple of days, and an evening stroll along Baldwin Beach was a real challenge yesterday evening. Sand blasted there and back. Winded on the way back. This guy seemed unperturbed by the weather, dozing soundly on the shoreline. 📍 Baldwin Beach Park, Paia
This morning’s harvest. It had just fallen from the tree.
I watched Disney’s The Jungle Book with my grandsons last night. It is a real favourite of mine. I don’t know how many times I have seen the movie, going back to when I was a kid? I also used to own a 33⅓ record of the soundtrack that came packed in a colourful booklet. The record came out around the time of the film, 1967, and I remember its weight - heavy.
Hey, is there any blue sky up there?! We’ve had a lot of rain recently. I got soaking wet yesterday working outside. We need to go and look for the sun. 🌞
Morning view.
We watched Tampopo last night, a very unusual Japanese comedy, which when it came out was referred to as a “Ramen western”. I think that we stuck through the whole movie just because it was unusual. What would happen next? 🍿
I’ve just been reading the lyrics to This Is Not America by David Bowie & Pat Metheny. It’s a song that I love, but the first time that I have read the lyrics, 🤦🏼♂️, and I cannot work out what they mean? 🤨
There’s nothing like walking on grass with bare feet to awaken the senses.
Well the tent that I put up a couple of days ago has been a great success with my grandson. He has slept in it every night with his dad. Last night it rained and he slept through it all. Tonight will be his third night.
I just discovered that Firefox has an eyedropper tool. How helpful!
I spent a few hours this morning, under baking hot sun, putting this tent up for my grandson. Now it’s up, the tent’s construction looks quite simple. However, it was heavy and had very poor instructions. I ended up resorting to YouTube for a clearer understanding of the what and how it went together. I have now handed over to grandma to furnish the inside.
Why not just write? Not because there is anything necessary to say, or maybe there is, but you can’t see it clearly now, and so just write. See what emerges from the explorations, from the scribbles, from the typing. Just write.
I say this as a reminder to self.
Starting my move from the Amazon/Kindle world to Rakuten/Kobo.
86th Birthday Message | The 14th Dalai Lama www.dalailama.com/videos/86…
We watched The Courier last night. A true Cold War spy story, connected to Cuban Missile Crises. I’ve always felt that the Cold War makes the best spy stories, and I thoroughly enjoyed this one…all the more so that it was based on a true story. 🍿
Well it seems as though there was a 5.0 earthquake just off the coast of the Big Island of Hawai’i at a depth of 12.7km, but was felt here on Maui. It felt as though the house was hit with a thud.
Woah! The whole house just shook. An earthquake?
Aaahhh, the first coffee of the day… ☕️