We've Been Scammed.

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We've Been Scammed.

We’ve all read about the infamous Bernie Madoff who defrauded his near-and-dear of $65 billion - often from the charities he “served.” We are aware of the “Nigerian Prince” scammers who invade our email boxes with promises of great wealth.

That happens to others. Not to ‘Iokepa; not to me. We own almost nothing - and yet we have more reasons for gratitude than we can crowd into a day’s prayer. Our work daily delivers chance meeting with amazing strangers; consistently fills us with purpose greater than ourselves. Life is very very good.

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Murphy Brown Returns: the Same Show, a Different World?

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Murphy Brown Returns: the Same Show, a Different World?

The television sitcom, Murphy Brown, starring the smart and outspoken Candice Bergen, returns 20 years later - and I can’t help but reminisce - and laugh in anticipation. Generations of younger folk have no recollection of that first television sitcom - ever - to evoke a knee-jerk (and at that time shockingly, politically incorrect) reaction from the Vice President of the United States of America! Let me remind you - before President Trump, that just did not happen.

In those simpler times, when Presidents or Vice Presidents didn’t demean their office with gratuitous critique of television actors, Vice President Dan Quayle stepped into the seeming triviality of a television show, and found out that it was a quagmire.

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Now We Are Killing Reporters.

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Now We Are Killing Reporters.

We are killing reporters in the very newsroom where I too was once a young reporter. I was twenty-two years old, just months out of college and over-filled with ambition, work ethic, and a genuine sense that I could change the world for the better.  I suspect that these - now dead - five journalists inside the newsroom that we once shared at the Capital Gazette, embodied the same.  Few end their careers at small town newspapers - many begin them there.  Those that remain have a passion for the challenges of local news - in other words, for community.

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And Then the Lava Flowed...

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And Then the Lava Flowed...

'Iokepa and I arrived home from our four-month book and speaking tour at the exact moment that the mountain - Kilau'ea - at the heart of the Island of Hawai'i erupted.  The frantic (and generous) emails descended immediately after our first night's respite at home.


Initially we assured: we were well and at the other end of the archipelago on Kaua'i; the wind blew the poisonous gases away from our Island; our friends and family on the Island of Hawai'i were unharmed.   But the rest of our message struck many as callous.

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When You've Relinquished Everything - What Remains?

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When You've Relinquished Everything - What Remains?

I've already written the backstory in some detail.  What I omitted and plan to address here is the quirkier one - when all material possession had been repeatedly relinquished, what remains?  What on this good earth did we value enough to keep?

We receive each offering with gratitude. However when your life's physical bounty (by necessity and choice) fits in the trunk of a medium-sized sedan, and your life is determined by continual surrender...well.

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On the Horizon:  A New book.

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On the Horizon: A New book.

My blog-writing fingers feel rusty.  My intense focus in one direction has meant the utter neglect of this other.  I don't multi-task at all - not with writing.  So stealing energy from this public forum - I've invested it wholehearted in a private (for now) endeavor:  a new take on a very old subject - my next book..  Writing projects, like babes in utero, have their moment; they can neither be rushed nor ignored. 

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Ten Years on the Beaches. Ten Years on the Road. What Next?

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Ten Years on the Beaches. Ten Years on the Road. What Next?

Change is inevitable, whether we welcome it - or vigorously oppose it.  'Iokepa and I have attempted for these past twenty years to actively surrender to those forces. We look for guidance, and try not to let our whims impede the larger purposes.  It's not always easy.  We're human and the temptation to impose our own will is so very...enticing.  I smile as I write those words, because I'm reminded of an acquaintance on our most recent tour saying:  "I may not always be right, but I am always certain."

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How Distant the Search for Spirit?

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How Distant the Search for Spirit?

I was contemplatively hurling my Pellegrino bottles into the Kaua'i community recycling bin, last week, when I heard my name called.  I turned to the open-arm welcome of an acquaintance newly returned from Macchu Picchu.  This is a woman, who, I am aware, treasures the living truths of indigenous culture - not far removed from one herself. 

She wanted me to understand the hopes she'd invested in her dream journey to the relics of the Inca nation. She told me, she'd hiked the old Inca trail to the mountaintop, eagerly anticipating communion with these ancients.  She wanted me to know, too, how horribly she'd been disappointed .

 

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Keep Your Fifty Symmetrical Stars - Just Remove the Nation of Lahui!

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Keep Your Fifty Symmetrical Stars - Just Remove the Nation of Lahui!

Okay, we get it,  many Americans are deeply attached to the nice round number on our national flag - fifty states, fifty stars - and the unchanging thirteen colonial stripes.  We celebrate, as the Fiddler on the Roof did, "Tradition!"

But over dinner the other night, some anguished, equally-colonized, indigenous Hawaiians offered a somewhat tongue-in-cheek solution to the flag issue, as a microcosm of their much larger heartbreak.

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A New Website Emerges! (And, of course, there's a story.)

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A New Website Emerges! (And, of course, there's a story.)

The Back-Story

A funny thing happened on our way home from the Woman's March on Washington last January.'Iokepa and I were stuck shoulder-to-shoulder, buttock-to-buttock within a (genteel) crowd of exhausted Marchers hermetically-sealed inside a disabled Metro car in a subway tunnel underneath the Nation's Capital - for three hours.  This after more than 12 hours enthusiastically chanting, marching, waving signs, and generally placing our aging bodies in the Women's Rights column amidst 500,000 other bodies.  It was the day after the Presidential Inauguration.

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A Touch-Screen Is Not a Touch.

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A Touch-Screen Is Not a Touch.

Alright, I concede that a great deal of what I'm about to contemplate can be seen in the light of having lived most of my life in a time when letter-writing was a life-changing art - emotionally wrought and eagerly awaited; telephones were attached to a wall - and refused to accompany us away from home or office; and an overheated car radiator required standing by the side of the highway in the rain waving down help. And so our banks, bookstores, daily necessities were more than an interaction with keyboard or a mouse.  These were unavoidable reminders that we are not alone on this planet - and that other humans (disappointing, aggravating, and occasionally comforting human beings) share our world.

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On the Road Again - And the Map Is Neither Blue Nor Red.

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On the Road Again - And the Map Is Neither Blue Nor Red.

Our audiences are diverse:  ethnically, economically, geographically - and this year in particular, when these differences are so glaring and stark - politically.  Human beings appear to have been reduced to their silk-screened, t-shirt and baseball cap slogans. And so before we began this winter's speaking tour, I worried - a lot.  1. How do we speak words outside of the smothering political rhetoric?  2.  Within the current din of fear and anger, would our audiences care about the Native Hawaiian people and their generous but much-oppressed culture?

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Women's March:  Then and Now.

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Women's March: Then and Now.

A Bit of History

For about twenty years (starting January 30, 1997), 'Iokepa Hanalei 'Imaikalani has been an obedient mo'opuna - grandson.  Daily, he has listened for the voices - the direct guidance - of his ancestral Hawaiian Grandmothers.  "I hear them as I hear you right now," he explains to Westerners.  Native Hawaiians need no explanation.  They know they'd be lost without the direct intervention of loving ancestors.

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Hawai'i Days, Hawai'i Nights.

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Hawai'i Days, Hawai'i Nights.

During the five Winter and Spring months when we are not home on our Island, it is pretty darned obvious how we fill our days.  We drive through snow, ice, and sometimes sunshine to the disparate locales where we've been invited to speak - invited to share the empowering truth of the Native Hawaiian people and their ancient culture. We ask for nothing except the hospitality of our sponsoring hosts. We encounter widely diverse audiences.  Every Return Voyage gathering is as unique as the faces in the front row.  We're pretty darn agile.

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Hands in the Red Dirt: The Heart of Ka 'Aina.

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Hands in the Red Dirt: The Heart of Ka 'Aina.

For those of our friends and supporters who have followed 'Iokepa Hanalei 'Imaikalani and my journey- our Return Voyage to cultural and personal authenticity - there is really no need for background here.  But I always anticipate new readers, and so for those folks and others who may have missed last year's post, I insert a link. http://returnvoyage.com/wordpress/na-kaa-mea-change-in-the-winds/

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Save Hawai'i From Ourselves

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Save Hawai'i From Ourselves

As a matter of fact, as a matter of principle, as a matter of Native Hawaiian cultural authenticity - 'Iokepa Hanalei 'Imaikalani does not point fingers. Better to assume responsibility than to blame As a matter of fact, as a matter of taste - he does not plaster our cars with bumper stickers.  He believes that actions, not advertised opinions, speak louder than words.  And yet, he is about to make an exception.

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The Native Hawaiian Nation Reborn?

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The Native Hawaiian Nation Reborn?

Preamble to the Constitution of the Native Hawaiian Nation "We, the indigenous peoples of Hawai'i, descendants of our ancestral lands from time immemorial, share a common national identity, culture, language, traditions, history, and ancestry.  We are a people who aloha Akua, aloha 'aina, and aloha each other.  We malama all generations, from keiki to kupuna, including those who have passed on and those yet to come.  We malama our 'aina and affirm our ancestral rights and kuleana to all lands, waters, and resources of our islands and surrounding seas.  We are united in...

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Bernie...Hillary....and More.

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Bernie...Hillary....and More.

Okay, so my husband is very carefully non-political.  He argues that his people were "never politicians" and when they were drawn, against their nature, into that arena, they were sorely used and abused.  That continues still. Instead, 'Iokepa Hanalei 'Imaikalani's every spoken word is directed at the cultural resurrection of his Native Hawaiian people.  His voice is strong; his passion is unquenchable; his work is unending. He does not identify himself in word, deed, or government issued ID, as American.  He is a sovereign Native Hawaiian working toward the resurrection of his occupied nation.  So obviously he does not vote in American elections.

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A Musical Tribute to Dynamic Women Everywhere.

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A Musical Tribute to Dynamic Women Everywhere.

A version of this post has sat dormant in this computer (actually in its Toshiba predecessor) for seven years.  That may be a single record for this writer's patience. And so this story began eight years ago.  For all of those years, readers of this website and of our books, and audiences at our speaking engagements across the American continent have discovered that my husband, 'Iokepa Hanalei 'Imaikalani has somesurprising gifts. We know him to be an inspiring spokesperson for his culture, a crystal-shattering chanter of the ancient Native Hawaiian words, and a serious wielder of a 20-inch chain saw.  There is very little that he cannot figure out a way to fix.   I assumed that I pretty-much knew the parameters of my husband's talents.

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Another Voice Joins the Conversation

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Another Voice Joins the Conversation

Never before have I been moved to do this.  In the past, when a comment was too long for this space, I simply shortened it.  But this time, the letter is so profoundly important - such a genuine affirmation of the work that 'Iokepa and I try to do, and the work that is at hand across the planet - that I am turning my Post over to this letter-writer. Sonia Trepetin attended our Return Voyage event in Reisterstown, Maryland a few nights ago.  She wrote this afterwards. 

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