even though I had to rally at 11 to pick him up, I’m thankful he doesn’t drive yet. our ten-minute chat was worth it.
Our Hana house continues to move forward. It is being disassembled piece-by-piece, labeled and wrapped ever so carefully. I’m reminded of those lincoln logs we had when we were little, but instead of scooping it all up and shoveling into a container like my mother used to do, this house is stored neatly and methodically. We’ve been told that two shipping containers have been located in Bali and more will be needed to accommodate it all. Because the road to Hana is long and windy, no containers longer than 25 feet are allowed. I am thankful for such workers that are willing to accommodate such a restriction. I pray that this house makes it here safely. I pray that the final pieces of the permit puzzle fall into place, the insurance, the contractor…. it’s all so overwhelming, sometimes I can barely breathe. Rather than depend on others for strength and assurance, I’ve been going inside and nurturing that twisted little gut, sending it soothing thoughts of acceptance and love. One step at at time Robin, one step at a time.
Things are just a tad calmer without him here. Still, he is on my mind constantly.
a gift for his graduation, ahem, his going away, keeps him within reach.
Somehow working on it makes me feel better about this situation.
I powered through my night, I had a job to do.
I was startled by the amber glow of morning.
Beauty catches me by surprise.
after dinner we played around by making balloon animals. I heard myself giggle at their silliness. it was something I had not heard in a while.
Building a house is never easy. Building a house with layers upon layers of complexity is even harder. Our Bali house project is well into it’s third year. We were on a roll with the plans and building, moving along in “Bali time”… which is much like “Hawaii time” only slower. Than the obstacles hit. It started when we were side-railed by personal crisis… I cannot blame this project for the breakup, but I can say it had to take the back-burner while we figured things out. Thankfully, our enthusiasm for the house remains so here we are. I like to think of it as our fourth child… well deserving of our attention, this is something that will be good for our whole family. After that, there was the rainy season in Bali, during which time nearly everything came to a stand-still. I know not many people would be able to stomach putting such important work aside for a few months out of the year, but the Balinese seem to handle the yearly ritual with grace and acceptance. The seasons moved on and in the spring our builder was consumed with the “anti-GMO” initiative here on our island. You see, Hawaii produces approximately 90% of the world’s GMO corn seeds… not to mention a host of other seed crops… which despite how anybody feels about GMO, has certainly come at a cost to our land and people. It’s a “David and Goliath” type of battle, but one that many people here feel strongly about. I’m happy that my builder has concerns beyond himself, enough to work hard to get the initiative on this November’s ballot (which it did), so it’s with that in mind that I remind myself to be patient. It would’t have mattered anyway, back in the factory in Bali they were experiencing delays in getting materials due to holdups in customs. Real holdups. Our shipment of Cetol was confiscated so I guess it was more of an outright theft than a delay. Now, with those set-backs behind us, we are experiencing issues with the permit. I won’t go into detail but it’s safe to say the good folks in the building department on Maui are doing their best to accommodate our unusual project. It’s not every day that someone walks into their office and reports they would like to build a house in Bali, have it deconstructed, shipped to Maui and subsequently erected in Hana, of all places. Building in Hana is never easy. I was warned. Building in Hana, with our building department and a house from Bali is downright exasperating.
So it’s with great enthusiasm I share with you these pictures today and news of forward movement! They are currently working on the roof system. Layers of foam, mat and wood are glued together to form panels which are then cut into pieces that will fit on the roof under the tile. Looking at it now, the project seems so big and overwhelming, frightful almost. How and why did I ever think we would be able to pull this off?
In times like this I reflect back to the early days and dreams we had. My baby comparison is not too far off. In it’s early stages, life is good, the plans were exciting and big dreams were imagined. A trip to Bali was adventurous, and seeing the structure was like saying “Hello.” We’ve had growing pains along the way, we’ve poured out money, time, and attention to foster it along. We’ve had agreements and disagreements, compromising and negotiating as best we can. We’ve depended on others in our village to make it happen, we’ve met new people, made new friends, believing in the goodness in people even when we’ve had our doubts. It’s opened our world to a different way of life, specifically life in Bali, thus forever changing me personally, a consequence I did not see coming. Our “baby” is now a “teenager” or at least nearing that point, and I’m finding myself struggling with the real issues of having such a large project veer off into territory I would not have chosen. Painful and frustrating we are patiently supporting each other despite our circumstances; when he gets disappointed and is at a loss, I am here to gently encourage him, and when I get deflated he’s there to carry on. Like raising teenager it’s those in our village that are most important these days so we move forward as a tribe, all working towards the goal of completion. I wish I could tell you someday we will have something worthy to offer, something we could be proud of, something we could present to the world… or at least Hana, but the truth is I still don’t know. The obstacles we’ve encountered are certain to continue; we have the details of the interior of the house, the disassembly of the structure, the packing, shipping, unloading, subsequent erecting and reassembly, not to mention the convincing it will take with the county and some unnamed insurance agency to even allow us to do this. Life is messy. I have nothing but my breath to rely on when I lose faith. That and the belief that all that we’ve sacrificed and have been through is not in vain. Surely we have a chance. Surely indeed.
my daughter, with her pink hair, is learning she can’t get away with seconds in the sample line.
I’m learning Tuesday is the worst day to host a get-together… at least my house is clean.
working the nightshift, I’ve had to adjust… but today, despite feeling as if I could fall asleep standing, I found it necessary to do sunday breakfast.
of particular importance were the roses; they completed the meal.
they added a touch of romance and intention to our otherwise common spread. love resides in the little steps we take towards beauty.
maggie looked at me in a way only she knew how.
One of the first things I did with my new yard was plant a dozen rose bushes. The former owner, a friend of mine, told me about her unfulfilled desire to plant a row of roses along the edge of the lawn. I know it’s not practical like a garden or a row of herbs, but after hearing it there was nothing I could do to get the image out of my mind. Her plan was perfect and I simply had to make it so! Now with a little love and time, these beauties are beginning to mature!
I planted every color imaginable… red, yellow, peach, and (sigh) pink! This one named Chicago Peace, is a particularly beautiful blend of vibrant fuchsia which gradates into a sunset gold in the recesses of the bloom. It has a subtle fragrance, so delicate and clean; I close my eyes my nose closely inspecting the bud, and it’s like I’m taking a walk on a cool breezy hillside on a spring morning.
Lately it’s been my routine to slip outside sheers in hand and see what the morning has to reveal. Each day I’m rewarded with something new. I now have mason jars scattered around my house filled with my delicate harvests.
Inside, quite a different expression of color has taken hold; our 13-year old has decided that pink is her color of this summer! I must admit, it took some work on her behalf to convince me, but in the end her gentle persuasion won me over and I realize little-by-little, she is revealing herself to me as well.
I’d like to dedicate this post to Diane K. She inspired me to write and share today… something that I’ve not been doing lately. I can assure you that I am well… busy… very busy… but in a good way. As you can see I’m finding new ways to engage and take delight, my work as a nurse being the biggest consumer of my time. It’s all good tho. If only I could get my passion for quilting back… my muse eludes me. For now tho, it’s behind the lens that I’ll have to settle. One eye open, I’m still curious. Thank you Diane for contacting me!
We here in Hawaii are familiar with a phrase “aloha ‘oe” which means farewell to you. It’s also the name of a popular song known by many to be Queen Liliuokalani’s favorite. The song, translated in english goes like this:
Farewell to you, farewell to you
The charming one who dwells in the shaded bowers
One fond embrace,
‘Ere I depart
Until we meet again
Sweet memories come back to me
Bringing fresh remembrances
Of the past
Dearest one, yes, you are mine own
From you, true love shall never depart
I have seen and watched your loveliness
The sweet rose of Maunawili
And ’tis there the birds of love dwell
And sip the honey from your lips
I’m telling you this because it’s the name of my next quilt… a gift for our son who is graduating from High School soon, and leaving for Arizona at the end of summer. It’s bittersweet. I don’t know weather to laugh or cry… mostly cry these days because I’m really going to miss him… my charming, brilliant, beautiful son. It’s part of growing up, I realize and as with everything else I’m left to simply watch the magic of this process unfold as it does, with a grateful heart and attentive spirit. I have in mind to use the colors of the ocean from my hand-dyed stash, and slices of aloha shirts from his father’s closet. I’m wanting to insert a little piece of each of us in his everyday, keeping him warm and safe at night in his new home.
I imagine somewhere out there an e-bay seller of used aloha wear is moaning in agony as I cut these lovely shirts up. This is what one does with tired casual wear here in Hawaii… at least in my house that is.
I can already tell this is going to be one of those projects that comes through me… fueled by love for my dear sweet boy I’m sure it will be done quickly.
Meanwhile, the mynah on the fence keeps a watchful eye, curious about the sounds and colors coming from this busy room.
i needed some time away to realize that there really is love here… yes indeed, love survives the storm.