My Hawaii book is up to 69,000 words. Sixteen thousand to go to reach the “sweet zone” of 85,000.
I just got a call from the owner of the property where we live. He is going to pull out the grapefruit trees and plant avocado. These trees are white grapefruits, people like the pink ones best, and the farmers are having trouble making any money with grapefruits, so out go the trees. I think, I hope, I pray, I convinced him to leave the grand old grandmother olive tree that sits in the middle of the orchard. Baby Darling loves it, as do we. Last year it was loaded with olives, Daughter number one took some home and marinated them in brine as one must do to make olives eatable. This year the tree produced no fruit. I’m wondering if it alternates every other year as some of our fruit trees used to do. The owner said he planned to take it out, but will leave it for us. Bless him.
Regarding my Hawaii book, and those 85,000 words, the agent who told me to bring it up sweet zone did me a favor. There was more to say, more to experience, and can you believe, after hearing me whine about the Island for the past two years, I now bless it? It took me a year to get to this place, but I finally got it.
This came about as a result of listening to Joe Vitale talking about Ho’oponopono, a Hawaiian healing process. Perhaps, I thought, I was looking at Hawaii the wrong way. Dr. Hew Len, Vitale’s mentor, spoke to a room (the actual room, not a room full of people) in which he and Vitale planned to hold a seminar. He asked the room, whose name was Shelia by the way, if it was all right to use her for the seminar. She said yes.
And then Dr. Hew Len saw that one of the chairs looked forlorn. He asked the chair what was wrong. The chair said that the last person to sit on it had financial problems, and he felt just dead.
Dr. Hew Len told the chair that the next person to sit on it would be uplifting. And the chair visually straightened.
Have I lost you yet?
Dr. Hew Len says to do Ho’oponopono healing is to say, “I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. Thank you.” This does not have to be directed to the person to whom you have a problem. It is saying to the universe, “I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I love you. Thank you.” As one cleans themselves, so the outside world becomes cleaner as well.
So, I decided that Hawaii needed us as much as we needed her. She gave us the gift of direction. She gave us belief. She gave us creativity. Now it is our turn to let her know how much we appreciate her.
So now I run titles for the Hawaii book up down and around through my mind and ask anyone who will listen. I’m terrible with titles, but here are some that have rattled around:
The Frog’s Song
Swim at the Sheraton
Win
Running Between Raindrops
Life Beyond the Horizon
Talk Story
Choose again!
It’s Working!
Up Stream or Downstream?
“How in the Hell do I do That?”
Buried Treasure
Buried Treasure that’s today’s title—isn’t that what one is supposed to find on a tropical island? What do you think? Any suggestions?
Aloha.
