This is a dialogue my husband and I keep having over his stuff and my stuff. We moved to Hawaii in 2002 and many of our “treasures” were packed in boxes and stored in a container on our farm. The container was cooked by the sun all day and then cooled by the night breezes coming off of Mauna Kea. (Think hot in the day then cool and wet at night.) Over the years many items rusted, art and cloth molded and my prized stuff Koala bear (which my mother had written me a story about) literally disintegrated in my hands one day. Things return to the earth very fast here. Someone just purchased the container and we are now trying to go through all these “treasures” and purge. Unfortunately, or fortunately, many of our treasurers have now been reduced to trash. Each day the conversation goes something like this:
Husband: I think this is trash.
Wife: Oh, I don’t know. I like it.
Husband: Yeah, but it’s been packed in this box for ten years now.
Wife: I know but I still like it.
Husband: You didn’t even know it was here.
Wife: Yeah, but now I remember why I kept it in the first place.
Husband: Well it smells like mildew.
Wife: I don’t care, we can air it out.
Husband: Look it’s falling apart.
Wife: Yeah, but I don’t think its trash.
Husband: I think we should get rid of it.
Wife: No, I’m not ready to give it up yet. I’ll put it in this box and we can move it into the garage.
Husband: Really? I think you should just throw it away.
Wife: I can’t there are too many memories attached.
Husband: But it is just stuff.
Wife: I know.
Husband: It owns you. You don’t own it.
Wife: I guess it will have to own me a little while longer.
This is Beth. She was rescued at one month by my son from a hole at his school. He heard her calling to him. Hence the name Beth, like the Kiss song, "Beth I hear you calling". She was missing her tail and half the skin on her back. She weighed one pound. We didn't know if she would make it through the night, she was so wounded and small. The vet said she had gotten in a fan belt of a car trying to stay warm, even here in Hawaii. Beth was tough and made it. She is a beautiful kitty, our Bethanator.
On the Road, flying between Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii and Hilo, Big Island, Hawaii.
I love this weeks RLP because we get to connect with so many fabulous people here on HitRECord. Anyway, I spent my afternoon connecting to my inner child and playing with the legos. What fun. <3
Aloha Wirrow. Here is my ode to you to fulfill my Tournament of Champions bet I realize it has taken me several months....but there were t-shirts to order and then a design to come up with...but at long last here it is. Hopefully I have these sourced correctly. Much aloha <3
For The RECordographic Lens Project - Stillness
The mists on the Big Island are so serene you feel as if you are the only one in the stillness.