come an' I wan' go home,
We arose early -- in
the dark -- to tune into CBS News: Sunday Morning with their man
of the hour, Harry
Belafonte, a raspy-voiced man who, as a janitor's assistant,
once emptied garbage cans for a living.
To think, The
Banana Boat -- the mega-hit song that catapulted him to fame,
fortune and activism -- was recorded as a filler song!
That man has
major rhythm. And at 74, in the spring of his winter years, he
is still a looker. A babe still making lasting, positive differences
in the music world.
A time to weep,
and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn,
and a time to dance.
Today is hula practice
day, and we left early to get down the hill in time to get over to
Gylene's by 1pm.
Gylene has gorgeously
decked out her house for Christmas,
providing the perfect ambience for "working" on Mele
and Tiny Bubbles
the holiday party in -- yikes -- a week and half.
I love to dance. I
love to hula. For two blessed hours, I danced with Gylene, Hannah,
Beulah, and Hilda to music played over and over again until we
"got" it by patient guitarist, Max.
While I dance I cannot judge, I cannot hate,
I cannot separate myself from life.
I can only be joyful and whole.
That is why I dance.
~ Hans Bos
After dinner, we drove
out to Yorba Linda to The
Richard Nixon Presidential Library and Birthplace, past our old
stomping grounds, to watch Shannon, our friends' (Dave's and
Amy's) daughter performing with the Celebration USA's Catch the
Spirit Singers, lead by retired teacher, Paula
Dressed in red, white
and blue, Shannon and her singing friends put on a rousing, endearing performance. Soon they'll be on the road to the Fiesta
Bowl, and then later next year, to Washington, D.C.
Afterward, we met
Shannon, Dave and Amy in the lobby, as well as Shannon's aunts and uncle,
neighbors, and friends. We heaped Shannon with well-deserved
While there, we enjoyed
the library's display of holiday trees, including The Homeland Tree adorned with unique ornaments selected by each of the 50
Governors of the United States, expressing the unity of our nation,
as well as a Hanukkah celebration of song, dance, and
After a full day that
started in the wee hours of the day and driving hither and yon, DH
Sandwiched between O and
Freddy B, energized by the hula dancing earlier in the day, I was
wide awake. Channel-surfing, I was immediately drawn into
CBS's Hallmark Hall of Fame movie, The
Seventh Stream, set in an
Irish village in 1909 on the rugged seaside of Connemara.
I am a sucker for
The movie is based on a
Celtic tale involving
seals called Selkies, who have the ability to shed their pelts and shape shift
into humans. This happens twice each year, when a tide known as the seventh stream rolls
The acting is
first-rate; the music, compellingly beautiful. The cry of a Selkie
signaling a mystical transformation is hauntingly mournful.
The British actress who
plays the shape-shifting Selkie with dignity and grace is Saffron
Burrows. A delight to the eyes, hers is a beauty sublime, and I
look forward to seeing more of her work.
Played by appealingly
craggy-faced Scott Glenn, the good-hearted fisherman
character, Owen, is a solitary man with sensitivity and conviction,
who, grief-stricken after his wife was lost at sea, buries
himself in the solace of books. A man after mine own
Long story short:
fisherman rescues the lost-at-land Selkie from a dastard, and their
platonic relationship matures into love. Charming. Enchanting.
Captivating. Sentimental, but not sappy.
"I never expected to feel so much, to be so attached. I realize I've come too far in this life to go back," she says. "Even the things that hurt are good.
There's so much to feel."
A bittersweet romance.
Some may find the
Selkie story to be improbable, quaint and fanciful -- full of
blarney. For me, shape-shifting is shape-shifting, whether
Hawaiian, native American, or Irish. As I watched, I thought of
my personal and my family's 'aumakua
(guardian spirits; ancestors), the honu (sea turtle), nâi`a (dolphin)
and the owl (pueo).
Bless them all.
Weekends at our
beach home, I grew up seaside, spending hours on end in the
sea. These days, like the Selkie, I yearn for the sea. I
sublimate that yearning with the long bathtub soaks, always
sprinkled with Hawaiian pa`akai (salt). Like the mermaid
in the movie "Splash," my body literally drinks in
the kai (sea water), and I am cleansed, refreshed and invigorated.
storekeeper-widow with eyes for the fisherman looked vaguely
familiar, as she should. Actress Fiona Shaw played
nasty Aunt Petunia in the "Harry Potter" movie!
And I'm a sap for
those holiday Hallmark commercials. You know those
commercials, those tear jerkers...
The one that got me was of a father
who on Christmas Eve trudges out into the darkness and snow to a
special hilltop spot, just as he has done for years with his
daughter behind him. Except this year he is alone.
When he gets there, he pulls out and opens a Hallmark card from
his daughter... and once more, they are together, but this time,
in their thoughts and hearts.
My heartstrings were tugged, and I sat there, sniffling, as I
hugged O and Freddy B with tears in my eyes and a lump in my
I cried not for only myself, remembering Dad,
but for the fathers and mothers whose children, grown or little,
will not be with them this year...
"our tears are the waterfall of the
and it is our right to experience and express sadness and other feelings through tears.
don't block tears.
when you feel that distinctive tingle behind your eyes,
let the tears out.
your tears live inside of you and want to flow freely.
no more apologies for tears!"
Freddy B and O licked
the tears off my face.
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
like to share a portion of yourself with words, in response to
this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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