Today, In Brooklyn (ii)

I found a little gem in Prospect Park. I felt like leaving the house and enjoying the beautiful weather. And walking and hanging out…and low and behold. There she was. I quite literally stumbled upon her…. well stumbled upon the music emanating from the park – which was wonderful by the way. I saw signs written in chalk on the walkway advertising the “Twelfth Night” play in the park and I thought why not drop by that production. Sure. But when I heard the heart pounding bass dropping beats, I was drawn like a moth to a flame. I had no idea where it would lead. But I liked it. A LOT. And I wanted first hand experience as to what the hell “it” was that I was liking so much. I also knew by then, this either had to be most bad ass play production or something completely different altogether. Either way….I was on my way.

I ended up at a little festival called Tropfest. Tropfest is the world’s largest short film festival. This was the second year it was held in New York and the first year time it was held in Brooklyn – I think they loved the BK love SO much, it is now here to stay. Australia has been holding Tropfest for two decades already, since 1993, but now it has it has expanded to include the big apple and those creative types are waiting anxiously, hungrier than ever to take a bite.

I walk up through the trees, down hidden pathways, up and over bridges straddling moss-covered waters and through a picnic field to find the epicenter of festivities. It was wonderful. People by the thousands – little colorful dots of moving matter that grew larger and larger as the masses and I drew nearer. Performing on the stage was Bear in Heaven. I had just missed Ghost Beach and People Get Ready, but having heard them on my way in I felt satisfied with giving them the credit for having summoned me in the first place. Next up was, Neon Indian. OH MY GAAAA! Way freaking good! So chill. Had people get off their asses and enjoy the tunes. Loved it. He was AMAZING!! I would go out and BUY his album. Yes. Who does THAT anymore?? I don’t but I would. He was THAT good. No joke! Last up to close the night’s musical portion, Chairlift. YES!!!! Very good live. Their new album will be fantastic – they played several new songs and they are amazing! After which, the host with the most graced us little folks with his presence. This event was hosted by actor/director/producer/writer, Liev Schreiber. He seemed like a nice guy. He was there to introduce the films and provide the needed info about the festival, yadda yadda yadda. He’s a hottie :)

Sixteen films were premiered. Eight at a time with a mini intermission. For the most part – they were all fairly interesting, pretty funny and very creative. Some of them were strange and confusing (one in particular had the entire audience looking around at each other asking, “what?” – not even kidding, that literally happened). All in all, it was wonderful.

The wonderful world of the food truck was the official catering squad to the public and they came out in droves. I wanted to get some grub, but had a card full of money, no ATM and $2 in cash – story of my life – not to mention the lines were far too long. So I just held out (I got korean tacos and side of kimchi afterwards- YUM!).

So the point of all of this is that I never know what I’ll find in Brooklyn. Although, thousands of others did in fact know about what was going on in the park that day. I did not. And I was most pleasantly surprised. I love New York and its mysticism. Its creative heartbeat and its ever-present opportunities for engagement which are only available to you when you allow yourself the opportunity to be engaged. They are waiting to embrace you as you have embraced them. That was my day, in Brooklyn. Now who couldn’t love a place like that??


5 months later….

This isn’t about a girl whining about the spilt milk that is her life after the death of a relationship. This isn’t going to be another girl pouring out her feelings and the drama that she claims she can’t bear to deal with, although it is taking a menacing toll on her livelihood like you wouldn’t believe. This is about a pathetic girl who continues to be haunted by the love that once was with the guy of her dreams (literally).

If she doesn’t see him, she sees his friends. If she isn’t thinking of him, she sees the bridge where they first kissed on their first night out and is reminded of him. When she tries to erase him, she is reminded of all the best times they had together. The list could go on….

Why can’t he go away? Why can’t she just forget? Why did it end? Why is this island so damn small? Why can’t she leave him and this place behind? What did she do wrong? Why does she allow him to continue to haunt her? Why is he still on her mind? What is her problem? Why do these questions seem to continue……………5 months later?

original publication: 7.7.2008/3:45am

To Hawai’i, With Aloha

The most isolated archipelago in the world – is my home. Regardless how far I may stray – I always return. More mature. More insightful. More aware. More alive. I love Hawai’i, and for more than its obvious natural outer beauty.

I love Hawai’i because Hawai’i loves me. I love Hawai’i because she always welcomes me with open arms – with an open heart -with unconditional love. Never have I ever found myself more entranced by an inner beauty – and it is likely I will never again. This oli (native hawaiian chant) below, is a chant I learned to show respect and ask for entrance onto native soil – into native forests and uninhabited lands. This oli asks for permission to enter Hawai’i, proving that I will not take advantage of her beauty, her fertility, her sustainability. Her love. Her aloha.

IMG_0979Noho ana ke akua i ka nahelehele

I’alai ‘ia e ke ki’ ohu’ohu

E ka ua koko

E na kino malu I ka lani

Malu e hoe

E ho’oulu mai ana ‘o Laka

I kona mau kahu

‘O makou (wau)

‘O makou (wau) no, a!!

I miss you, love.

Mahalo Nui Loa, annanimittee.

Sweet Smell of ….

That sweet familiar smell again.

That smell she smelled more often than not.

The one that filled her with disdain and bitterness; slowly turned.

Transforming into one she grew to love and search for.

To long for.

And yearn….

She called for it.

Yet it eluded her senses as she searched.

And when she thought all hope was lost, it found her.

And attached itself to her every move.

Her every breath.

Every wince.

And sudden glance.

There it was.

That sweet smell familiar smell.

Once again…..

Emote With Me

I am an emotional creature: I get angry – I’m emotional. I am happy – I’m emotional. I’m sexual – I’m emotional. I’m elated – I’m emotional.

It is who I am. And I’ve come to accept that. I accept what I am and who I am. And I do not apologize for any of it. I allow myself to be who I am and I make no excuses for what I am: An emotional creature.

Emotion is no longer a fault to behold, but a gift. As it is understood, very few creatures in the animal kingdom feel as humans feel. It is to be embraced and enjoyed and beheld with honor. Not to be shunned and ashamed and embarrassed of – so I no longer am ashamed.

I hold my head high.

I am proud.

I am emotional.