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#100happydays Challenge

In July, a flurry of posts on my Facebook newsfeed regarding the origin behind the #100happydays phenomenon caught my interest.  I vaguely remember hearing months beforehand that some of my friends were going to participate in this challenge.  I didn’t pay too much attention, but as my Facebook newsfeed kept popping up with the #100happydays story, I decided to head over to their website and check it out. I was surprised at the simplicity of the website:  But it makes perfect sense.  Happiness is simplicity.  The less noise and distraction the easier it is to understand the information presented to you.  The gist of the exercise is to post for 100 consecutive days through a social media outlet of your choice (Facebook, Twitter or Instagram) one thing that made you happy that day. I decided to use my Twitter account to record the 100 things that made me happy. Well, I am happy to report that I have successfully completed my #100happydays challenge.  I was afraid I would be part of the 71% of people that started but did not complete …

P is for Pablo Neruda

Years ago, I studied Spanish in the language immersion environment of Middlebury College. It was a Vermont summer interacting with Spanish language learners of all levels, from beginners, like me, to graduate level students. One day, I met a 3rd year student who shared the poem she would recite at a presentation. It was “Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche” by Pablo Neruda. The words flowed so beautifully and although some words were recognizable, it did require me to bust out my well-worn Spanish-English dictionary. I fumbled through translating the poem with my beginning language skills and found it to be such a poignant piece of work that it instantly became a favorite. The one line that pulled me in was “Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido,” loosely translated, “Love is so short, but forgetting is so long”. The sadness of a lost love is something most people have experienced and this one line expressed the sadness in moving on. Pablo Neruda’s word choice and imagery reminds me of my worst heartbreak and whenever I read this poem, I’m transported back to …

H is for Hats

I love hats. They are, by far, my favorite weekend accessory. I like to think I have the head and face to pull off wearing them, but the reality is, putting one on is easier than having to style my uncooperative hair. Fashionable or lazy? I’ll admit, maybe a little of both. April is the A to Z challenge. Check out other participating blogs at:

Road Trip

SITS Day 29. Have you ever been on a road trip? Was it a good or bad experience? Anytime we are together, it usually involves food or the beach.  So, several years back when Kainoa, Adrel and I decided to spend our Prince Jonah Kuhio holiday visiting the other side of the island, we were rather excited.  But, we promised ourselves that we would not spend more than $50 on food for the ENTIRE day trip.  Kainoa did a great job of keeping track of our expenditures, and sure enough we came a few dollars under budget!  Yahoo! Highlights included stopping at Earl’s Pa’aulio Store to try their famous sushi bento rolls.   They have invented the best “eat and go” food.  Each bite is savory and very filling, too. Many rolls include a huge chunk of spam. They also have another store in Waimea town that also carries bento boxes, and hot foods. After a short drive from Pa’auilo, we headed to Hawaiian Style Cafe in Waimea.  This was our first experience at this local cafe. …

Weekly Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections

Learning to read at a very young age meant never being lonely. As an only child, I both lost and found myself in books. In fact, some of my best friends were characters in my favorite books, like Ramona Quimby, Jo March, and Elizabeth Bennet, whose personalities influenced my own. Getting to know their outgoing characters definitely helped to quell the social awkwardness, that might’ve come  with being an only child. I began writing, as a kid, under my uncle’s and aunt’s encouragement. Being a voracious reader, they recognized my colorful imagination, so my uncle created blank homemade booklets for me and soon, all of the interesting stories that popped up in my head were put to paper. Although they weren’t stories and novels of epic proportions, they served as an outlet for all the creative churn that came with being an introverted only child with an overactive imagination. Writing had become such a part of my daily existence back then that I distinctly remember sitting in an entrance interview to attend a boarding school as a 7th grader and being asked by the interviewer, what …

Pedi-cure Therapy

SITS Day 24: If you are a parent, how do you make time for yourself? Towards the final days of my pregnancy, one of my friends told me to enjoy each day to the fullest.  Some suggestions were to go chill at the beach or go out on a date with my partner or treat myself to a spa day.  I recall questioning her on these suggestions, as I thought it was ludicrous.  Why would I need to take some free time for myself when there was so much I had to do to prepare for the birth of my baby? I also felt guilty as all of my friends did a lot to help me get ready for the baby’s arrival, too.  I already felt like I was being pampered. Well, fast forward to one-year, and now I totally get what my friend was trying to convey to me.  The days go by with a blur and my entire day is focused on one little being.  I love my baby, but at times I just …

Weekly Writing Challege: Power of Names

I was happy to discover a resource webpage created by Kamehameha Schools compiling the relevant texts and resources about the practice of naming in Hawaiian culture. The two primary resources are standards in Hawaiian culture that I last read in college as a Hawaiian Studies major, Nānā i Ke Kumu Vol. 1 (Pūkuʻi, 1972) and The Polynesian Family System in Kaʻū, Hawaiʻi (Pūkuʻi, 1989). For those of you unfamiliar with naming in the Hawaiian culture, the page offers insight to the importance of names. My parents had intended that the meaning of my name was “calm or open ocean”, which broken up, would be Kai (ocean) and Noa (free of kapu/taboo), but the literal translation of my name means “the name”, Ka (the) and Inoa (name). When I was younger, I didn’t give my name a second thought. It seemed too obvious to be special. It was also a name not many girls had. The older I got, however, the more I began to realize exactly how special it was. One gives life to a name. Children are …

Capricious Traveler

What’s your travel style? Are you itinerary and schedule driven, needing to have every step mapped out in advance or are you content to arrive without a plan and let happenstance be your guide? I abhor rigidity when it concerns travel planning. The only two “planned” items on my travel itinerary are the arrival and departure dates. However, I do believe a certain level of preparation (i.e. emergency strategy)  is necessary before embarking on globetrotting adventures, sans guidebook, map or translator. There’s a level of excitement one feels when strict, absolute planning is left by the wayside. Spontaneity allows me to drop “tunnel vision”; to break bread with the locals, partake in activities and immerse myself in the culture; expect surprises and build lasting memories. My personal prerequisites for an enjoyable and memorable trip: flexibility, an open mind, discernment and a valid passport (if traveling overseas).

Colorful clutter

Just like a bowl of bright-colored Jelly Belly candy, I seem to look cheerful on the outside.  But lately, I have been a combustion of different moods probably because I have so much clutter in my head.  It’s times like these that I love grabbing a handful of jelly beans.  You just never know what flavor you will sweetly savor in your mouth.  I hope to soon sort and organize all my thoughts so I won’t feel like a bowl of jelly beans. Check out the other blogs participating in Bastet’s Pixelventures prompt –  MOODS.

Uninvited Dinner Guest (WPC: Inside)

A while back, I bought an economy-sized bin of spring mix. While preparing dinner one night, I cracked open the container, moved some of the greens around, and saw, what appeared to be, a foot. And a tail. I uncovered this mouse that was sealed into the container and sadly died on leaves of arugula and baby red romaine. I haven’t eaten spring mix since.   Weekly Photo Challenge: Inside |