Journey from the Ocean to the Sky

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What breath I inhale when I think on this place I am in, this Maui home in Makena. Our family has held sacred moments here on many occasions. We have been married, we have baptized our children and perhaps conceived one of them on this island we love. For me, this place has a fifteen year memory, including time space when my Grandfather walked on the sands of Polo Beach and sat on the stone bench outlooking toward Wailea Bay. On the "Horizon" spread, there is imagery cut and paste from one special trip I'd like to reflect on for the first time here.
In 1996, I was in Maui, awaiting the arrival of my family, before my husband and children. My dear housemate Kim was with me, and Morris was staying at 101. I remember elements of the stay, we were having fun!

Then, I received a phone call from my dad with news that my Grandpa had gone into a comma with a brain aneurysm while packing, my Grandma had found him and he was in the hospital unconscious and dying. Then, he died and my family went into mourning and calling on all our family to gather in LA.

I prepared to return for the funeral in a few days, and mourned in Maui.

I dove deeply into the waves
and spoke to the sunsets as I waded in the ocean colors.

I listened and offered many prayers to many
and thanked those around me for sharing the rainy space.

dancers pasted in from Maui

When I look at HORIZON JoURNEY, I am aware of that connected space
and I dive once again into the melting colors of ocean and sky and word.

I pasted many things during that time I feel
and I cut a few here and there with my sharp razor blade.

these dancers they laid to protect something sweet,
and I let in their graceful, calm gestures with a lulling dark sleep.

When I returned by plane carrying long maile
and wearing flowing blue, I joined my family from all relations.

I held my grandmothers hand
and heard my uncle cry one huge sob.

Later, my grandmother told me the lei
over casket was a caressing soft hug for her eyes.

And now, in zbook,I have once again found time to reflect
and collect and dive into a space beyond my everyday knowing.

I am grateful beyond senses out
to come into this place, now again, with my grandma and whole family.

to soak in the ocean salt
and laugh loud with my children,

and hold hands with my husband
and walk in the sand with my grandma.

Blessings on your days,
ALoha, -J. Gould

to be continued everywhere

I feel drawn to uplift this piece of the page, so that we can submerge in these words transmitted by Jennifer...

thank you Hemphill... what a pleasure it is to unearth, more and more, your verses from ZBOOK

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∞ ceci

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ALOHA

A                  L                 O            H        A
I have small spurts of desires to post all night; however, I have ocean colors calling me moment to moment, and children asleep in the sand to tend to when they wake, and great-grandmothers to show gratitude and care to, and wind to absorb, and water to dive into, and birds to hear, and papayas to prepare and pineapple skewered mai tais to imbibe...continue on and on. Though last night, at the locale food only, 'Flatbread Pizza', in Paia, ( I have pictures), GG and I continued the mojito gesture we had been served earlier w/mint at Polo Beach, when we sucked down fresh, organic ginger, 100%  pomegranate juice mojitos with mint and ice in large tumblers - phew)...

Gecko's chirp... have you caught that on any of your Hawaii sojourns, anyone?

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Last night, no, two nights ago, T. and I awoke in the 4am hour and watched a dripping full moon disappear into cloud, island, and sea.  And of course, Sunsets are where the mai tai's go down.  Tonight, T's bbquing fresh caught Mahi Mahi for fish tacos we'll make for 5, while Gp and Gma go to an O'lei party   ALO - HAAAH!

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yes, Breathe in, Breath out, all day..

GG's in need for me,

 -Aloha and mahalo -J.

p.s.l. I am working on an edit to post this eve, of zblizzard epics stories...

week ten >> "horizon"

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Turning to this page I'm suddenly dreaming, lucid dreaming... laws of physics dissolve... I'm flying... or swimming... or traveling in between subconscious levels... and there are voices, who speak in verse and riddles, and sign language.  Jennifer is responsible for most of the words on this page... viva her ability to respond!  Fearlessly delivering story, word by word, before it's even heard by even her.  Like a lucid dream- you're aware and in control yet you can only know what is possible in the moment you discover it.  Such is art.  Such is travel.  Such is life.  In a world of "guarantees" and top ten lists and homogenized corporate controlled consumer experiences we sacrifice adventure and our affinity for the strange and unusual which usually would lead to our greatest creative discoveries, in our art and in our lives.  

detail from "horizons" bottom of left page at center
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I revere the venue for sanctioned madness that ZBOOK has provided us.  Helping me give myself permission to create from this FREE place in my every other arena.  Fortifying my ability to respond.  Responding to existing horizons and in turn, creating new ones.

Happy solstice everyone...

And Happy birthday to my dear ol' pal Shrine who forges new horizons with every step he creates... 

And happy anniversary leOz and Vanina, my dear family, I celebrate youz and honor the beautiful life you are creating together -your adventure inspires my own.

∞ ceci

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