Itchy feet: comparing oranges and apples

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Monday, May 18, 2009

ok so uploading of pictures and video is not working right now, but soon.. so stay tuned!

back in the parking lot of the Punatic Cyber Cafe, this time not so extremely hot. But voggy (volcano smog). Makes the air thick, and me sneezy and throat itchy.

Speaking of itches, my feet are on the move. I can't seem to stay in one place right now. I love the jungle and Puna, but I hear the Hamakua calling for me. I am not feeling very connected to Adele's land right now, I am working just to work. The mosquitoes are pretty killer as well. The biggest difference I can see between Pahoa and Hilo is the people and the environment. Down here people can be seen more as hippies, talking about chakras and what not, not really working, scavenging for shelter and food, making music and cruising about. Which is not always the case but there is a majority. Farther up, people are seen more as workers, more like mainland (with a town and such). Pahoa can be pretty desolate, and after spending a few weeks out in the jungle going into Hilo town can feel like you just waltzed in from the desert to Mall of America. And at the same time, the community down here feels more connected. When I am driving home, everyone passing me waves. I know all my neighbors, not just because we are neighbors, but because we are friends. Small community events are well known and often attended and supported, giving it a real small hometown feel. The arts, like theater, music, and the spiritual arts, like yoga, bodywork, healings of all kinds, are deemed important here as well. There are barely any outside corporations or stores in Pahoa. And coming from mainland America suburbs, that feels really special. Watching my friend's small book store grow, first located in the back of Punatic Cyber Cafe, now moved to main street in Pahoa, all because of community support. Small dreams can become big dreams here and that is to never be overlooked or forgotten. Life down here is not necessarily supported by a full time career with benefits. Everyone I know personally is more a of tradesmen, with a few skills, and abundance (land, food, shelter) to worktrade for. Bartering can be a way of life, though still extremely hard. And I find that extremely hopeful and lovely. I am grateful to have grown in a place of opportunity and love. The ocean is never far and I feel the relics of time as I walk through the old lava fields.

But as for now, today, I feel the Hamakua. The open air, sunshine, waterfalls, bare feet in grass. The community of farmers is stronger up there. The small, but full of life, town. Jason's farm! Prema, Ames, and the two kittens. The kitchen. Planting flowers. I am a lucky, lucky girl.

It feels strange here without Brittany in the atmosphere. Her presence is around still, lingering.

I battled two giant cockroaches this morning that flew out of my backpack and landed on the floor of my cabin with a thud. They won.

Regardless of the differences between Hilo and Puna, I love it all. I love going back and forth because it all feels like home to me. And while the differences can create tension, it is still Hawaii.
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