Courage to change, open to the mystery

 My grandson danced his first hula performance

A medicine story originally written as a blog, just as The Safety Pin Cafe was written will go to a few first readers on paper (or texted pdf if I can figure it out st my local library) The chapbook HAND TOOLS was created in 2021 year after my grandson was born and is dedicated to my ‘ohana 

Surprising me most is the discovery that my faithful my (this one) has been spotted by ai and is attracting more flies on this virtual web than I ever drew when I actively and fermented blogged everyday for decades.

As my “Silver Hair Raven” and this Border Witch age in place it continues to be our uncommon courage to change that feeds the acceptance of our physical shifts in seasons. Our bodies turn to old lace, we forget, we must forgive more often and make our beds differently or in other places. 

The language and diagnostic systems of medical systems continue to challenge me to cross my eyes and drop down into my seated na’au to find answers and create a different set of positive answers or longer term nourishment.

Aloha is the finest answer. It is the intelligence from which I gain the courage to change.

Safety pin magic, the place holder

 I'm sitting high in the saddle this morning, typing on an adjustable chair in the Langley Public Library. A baby is crying in the kids' room (correction the baby was crying on the changing table in the restroom while mom changed her diaper), the two women behind the desk make no adjustments to the level of their voices, the door slams like a sledge hammer and the keyboard here is mega bigger than the old iphone I normally use to keep this blog alive. So often, I read, "the blog is dead." Who even keeps a blog and who reads them?

It matters to me that I'm able to keep my storyteller genes active and adaptable. It's my kuleana. It's the practice I've committed to and like riding a surf board, throwing a net or parenting it takes depth and repetition.

What's motivates this post is the discovery I made early in the morning hours back in our vardo. The old iphone and the call of my ancestors gave me some clues the current huli, Pluto transit through my 1st House and the deep trenching work of evolving. Pele is moving magma through me to reckon the qualities that are most important (and those that need to be purified, burned out, released, amended) to keep and nourish. 

Here is where the spider web led me. 

https://eddiekamaesongbook.org/songs/alohachant/

The original reason this blog The Safety Pin Cafe was created came from my Ma, my Ma's spirit. She had a message for me and a real safety pin. My life was newly being reinvented, I was pretty mushy and uncomfortable both to me and my husband Pete and all the people who saw us or met us. Our family were not sure how to know me during this time. My M sent me a very physical and practical piece of magic ... she was demonstrated huna as is described in Eddie Kamae's documentary. 

I would come to know the value and practice of this application of knowing over time. The depth and repetition of storytelling has been recorded all over the place here on The Safety Pin Cafe blog. Not fancy or sophisticated(updated to the present 2027 flow of technology) it remains. Held in place like a safety pin held my Ma's blouse together when a button no longer did the job. 

In my case, today I live the reality of applying Aunty Pilahi Pahiki's message of the deep meaning of love, Aloha, in the Hawaiian language applicable to all who follow the clues. 

Thank you Rachel

 One of my greatest teachers died a few weeks ago. She influenced my life and my attitudes about helping, fixing and service in every way. 

https://www.legacy.com/legacy/rachel-naomi-remen-md

Thank you Rachel Naomi Remen!