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Du Jour Tuesday

In 1999, I had the opportunity to visit Punta del Este with my Rotary Ambassadorial roommate, Michelina Ferate.  We soaked in our surroundings the one-week we were there.  One of the places our host took us to visit was the sculpture by Mario Irarrazabal, “La Mano”.  It was amazing to see this work of art on the beach.   This sculpture was completed in 1982 by Irarrazabal.  He finished it within a week.  It still remains as one of the most visited sculptures of Punta del Este.

“Are You Filipina?”

October is Filipino Heritage Month and the one month of the year when I reflect upon being part-Filipino. It’s not as if that’s lost on me during the rest of the year; I am reminded every time I look in the mirror, but since I have identified as Native Hawaiian for the better part of my life, the month of cultural introspection certainly allows for much-needed perspective. When recently emigrated people ask if Iʻm Filipino, the conversation usually plays out like this: Stranger: “Are you Filipina?” Me: “Yes.” Stranger: “Ahh! Where is your family from in the Phillippines?” Me: “Ilocos.” Stranger: “I know Ilocos!” then speaking in Tagalog or Ilocano Me:  “I’m sorry. I was born here, but my family is from Ilocos.” Stranger: “So you aren’t from the Phillippines?” Me: “No.” Stranger: “And you don’t speak Filipino?” Me: “No.” Stranger: “Oh.” They are disappointed. For me, I use the term “Filipina” to confirm my ethnic composition, while they often use it to forge a connection with someone who shares a national identity. My grandpa was the last …

Invaluable Lessons (du jour)

I love forests. Whenever I’m in an old forest, I catch myself looking up, head back, mouth agape, in awe of the shards of light piercing through branches and pieces of the sky greeting me through the canopy. Standing alongside the ancients is a gentle, yet powerful reminder of exactly how young and irrelevant I am. The trees had been around for years before me and will likely continue to be there long after I’m gone. They are great teachers of resilience, patience, and humility. When notions of self-importance begin to creep up, I take to the forest. The frequency of me-centered pronouns and inflated feelings of complacency are soon snuffed out and I am reminded that I’m really not as knowledgeable or as good as I’ve led myself to believe. There is always more to learn. Daily Prompt: Childlike |

Du Jour Thursday

Find life experiences and swallow them whole.  Travel. Meet many people. Go down some dark alleys. Try everything.  Exhaust yourself in the glorious pursuit of life.” –Lawrence K. Fish Photo credit: M. Andaya