It's a Monday - the beginning of the week. The clouds were forgiving, the breeze was gentle and the ocean was calm. It was the perfect day to build a fort. A home. A sanctuary.
It took over 200 pieces of driftwood and 1.5 hours to build. Unlike Rome, this kingdom was built in a day. With each new fort I create, my passion for building intensifies...this one, in particular, I'm proud of. It'll last through the winds and the rains and the tides - it'll be there tomorrow and the next day. Feeling accomplished, I laid down in the sanctuary and closed my eyes for 1.5 hours - you get out, what you put in.
It's hard to believe old, withered men are lusting for power like hungry drunks jockeying for a coveted spot in the 2am nacho line. I speak, specifically, of Ahmad Shafi, the 93 year old supreme leader of Hifazat in Bangladesh. The Hifazat, disgusted with secularism, demand that Bangladesh be run strictly on Islamic precepts - one of which calls for a ban on the mixing of the sexes. Such a ban would tragically thrust women back behind the veil; a veil they've fought bravely to unravel. My point, however, is much simpler, and I got the chance to express it via letter to Mr. Shafi:
"You're 93 years old...where do you find the energy and passion and, literally, time to lead a religious uprising? I mean, you're 93. I'm 24 and I just built this fort...it took a lot of work and planning and i'm proud of it, but, now, I need a nap. You should probably focus more on napping and less on awkwardly shoving religion into places it shouldn't be shoved. What about you and I sit down for a nice, hot cup of tea and a game of backgammon? That sounds like a peaceful, calm thing to do, right? What do you say?"
We are still waiting to hear back from Mr. Shafi. Until then, I'll focus my attention on the forts...the sanctuaries....they are much more pleasant.
Yesterday was my day off. I built a fort at the beach. It was sturdy and dependable. It's weakness: the rain. As I lay under the shade of my fort, reading Sea Wolf by Jack London, it began to rain. Sopping pages tearing from between the covers of Mr. London's novel. I was forced to retreat home...soaking wet and sandy. Clearly, the island did not want me to enjoy my day off at the beach. I accept that.
Returning home, I came across a ginger root that I had bought weeks ago. I decided to make some fresh ginger tea. The directions for making ginger tea:
1. find a ginger root.
2. peel the ginger root. Don't know how? Use a spoon ya dinkus.
3. chop, slice, or grade the ginger.
4. You should have been boiling water while completing steps 2 & 3.
5. Put ginger into boiling water. Time needed: who knows? Let's just see what happens. Don't wing it, though. There's a big difference between wingin' it and seeing what happens. Now, let's see what happens.
6. 20 minutes later....strain the pieces of ginger from the boiling water.
7. The tea is ready to go. Careful, it's frightfully strong and terribly hot. Add some mint and honey if you like.
Finished making the tea, I tried to transfer the piping hot water into a glass...misjudging the size of the glass, it overflowed, burning my hand and causing me to drop the glass. All but a tiny sip of the ginger tea was left. Clearly, the island did not want me to enjoy a glass of fresh, homemade, healthy ginger tea. So be it.
Today, I woke up at 8:23...I was supposed to be at work at 8. No one was there to open because I have the keys. I slept through my alarm, which is something that I've never done. The island clearly didn't want me to be on time for work, today. Fair enough.
I think the island is trying to tell me something.
The Hawaiian Princess. Snot nosed, bow-legged, chubby, little arms and her hair in full rebellion, she stumbled by like the drunken baby she is. "Fuhk," she blurted spastically as she passed. Great, now the children are turning against us. These days, it seems everyone on this compound is walking around dazed from the sudden bursts of heat, lethargically whispering, "Fugg," as they drag their swollen feet through the fields. The guava trees have long been dead, but now the island is yearning for more. It's taken my phone - yesterday it died, no hope of resuscitation - and now it's coming for more. My back is sore from lifting stacks and stacks of eggs; i'm forced to walk jaggedly, close the island earth...it's sucking me in; i can feel it.
The spiders have multiplied. I've been living with them for three months, now, and I no longer mind them. Webs luxuriously drape the entirety of yurt village...their has been a Mother spider living in my shower, carrying a satchel of eggs in her mouth since I arrived. Two days ago, the satchel hatched and out crawled ten little spiders. There's Bobby, Maurice, Carlisimo, Madeline, Deborah, Hilda, Rochester, Sara, Maria & Baby. I'll put up a picture soon. There's a bright yellow spider that hangs overhead; her name is Lerato which means "Love" in Afrikaans....i'm not in love with her, that's just her name...Lerato.
Now, for something informational.
The Benefits of Kale:
1. it's easy to grow
a. find the seeds
b. plant the seeds
c. the soil is the key to beautiful, healthy kale
i. start a compost pile
ii. use mulch to fight weeds and preserve moisture
iii. make your own brand of soil; be sure to use love and mana - it's important.
2. it's a superfood
b. so are blueberries.
c. You should grow blueberries, too. They don't grow naturally in Hawaii.
3. high in vitamins
a. This is important.
b. The medicine industry is lying to you. More vitamins = better.
4. high in antioxidants
a. suck it.
5. great detox food
6. it gets better as you massage it
a. massage it.
7. slap a little miso-vinaigarette, some macadamia nuts, and shreds of papaya and you've got yourself one delicious kale salad.
a. for the recipe to the Miso-vinaigarette dressing go to this website...no.
8. There's always kale in the banana stand.
Brianne: are they all hawaiin????
....this is Hawaii, Brianne.