A son plays meaningful melodies to a melancholy crowd.
ʻO ke aka kā ʻoukou.
Kāua i ka huahuaʻi e kuʻu pilikua.
Strangers are friends you haven't met yet who often have a myriad of sweetnessess to share.
Unless they are in a van with no windows.
Those kinds of strangers are not your friends.
Did someone order the #2 special?: Heart Palpitations à la carte.
(note: I had no idea it was still legal to manufacture and sell this stuff in the U.S.)
Habits of a bygone era showing through in familiar traditions.
A fierce little blossom floating in a fierce big person's world.
I remember where I was when the first plane was flown into an innocent NYC.
I remember where I was when the first bombs were dropped on an innocent Baghdad.
Indulged men with their hands on too many resources.
When your honey comes back from a work trip bearing gifts of Sig Zane, local vetiver, and local organic non-caffeinated chai...even my minimalist ascetic self totally swoons.
Because what those gifts say loud and clear is: he gets me...
...and that feels phenom.
Juiced up Orchidaceae.
Friends since the beginning.
Soaking it in at Gigiʻs historic Tai Chi Zone.
as per a brilliant 9-year old.
Who knew changing County politics could be so delicious...and vegetarian.
...a la Hurricane Jimena.
Bake some cookies.
Whip some cream.
Gluten free - by default.
As much fat as possible - by design.
#organic #nongmo #obvs #pleasethankyou
Hard to negotiate otherwise with that face.
Big Boy Pants.
Shines its brightest when surrounded by darkness.