POI BOWL ... a traditional form of introductions

When you acknowledge what you do not want, and then ask yourself, "What is it that I do want?" you begin a gradual shift into the telling of your new story and into a much-improved point of attraction.

You get the essence of what you think about - whether you want it or not - because Law of Attraction is unerringly consistent - therefore, you are never only telling the story of "how it is now." You are also telling the future experience that you are creating right now.

--- Abraham

Excerpted from the book "Money and the Law of Attraction: Learning to Attract Health, Wealth & Happiness"

 A STORY
When I was a girl growing up in Kuliouou Valley on the island of Oahu, my mother had a large wooden bowl.  The bowl sat on the shelf along with all the bits and papers that filled her life.  Sometimes the bowl filled with the papers, but mostly as I remember it, the bowl was crowded by stuff.  Dust collected everywhere, so the bowl collected dust.  When Daddy painted the living room the paint from the redwood walls smudged the edge of the bowl, blending with the dust. 

In time, the old house emptied.  My brother went to Viet Nam in 1970, I married and moved to Washington.  We both returned, different people.  War had imprinted my brother, I was a mother and wife.  Daddy passed first, my Ma remained in her home for several years after that and still the bowl remained on the shelf, on the table, filled with papers, and covered with dust.  House-keeping was a low end priority for my mother.  It was people who mattered most to her, and if they did not come to her she sought them out. 

Waikiki, 2008 ... traditions grow and expand

Ma would have been 93 this March.  When she passed while sitting in her pajamas on her back porch, that wooden bowl and our family pohaku ku`i 'ai (a stone used for making poi) passed to me.  My mother spoke Hawaiian fluently, yet kept the language secret.  I never understood that, but did not press her to teach us either.  The language and the ancient practices were always there well-hidden secrets covered with dust and the everyday.  The wooden bowl was my mother's POI BOWL, a source of wisdom, nourishment and tradition waiting for me to grow into readiness. I have been doing that every since, have passed both that bowl and the Pohaku Ku'i Poi (the stone for pounding poi) to my son who has passed the Poi Bowl to the elders in Aotearoa (New Zealand).  My son extends that lineage of teachings through his work with LomiLomi and Na Mea Hawaii (Hawaiian culture) to places across the oceans, to places beyond my imagination. 

POI BOWL ... a traditional practice of Introduction
PASSING THE POI BOWL is an offer of hospitality, and an invitation to introduce yourself.


Pete and I will do that now, and then pass the bowl to you. 


Mokihana here:
Aloha,

This is my history and these are my ancestors ...

My name is Yvonne Mokihana Calizar.  Many call me "Moki" or "Mokihana", others know me as "Yvonne", some call me "Titi", and "Aunty", one calls me "Mom" and another calls me "Honey." I am the oldest daughter of Helen Mokihana Daniels Amona Calizar and David Jesus Calizar.  My mother was born in the Kapalama district of Kalihi on Oahu.  My father was born in the Philippines.  I am sister to David Calizar, Jr., mother to Christopher Kawika Brown, and wife to Dean Peter Little.  I was born in 1947, in Palolo Valley on the island of Oahu.  My family moved soon after that to Kuliouou Valley where my brother and I lived for more than twenty years.  I live now on the island of Whidbey, in the Puget Sound, in the Pacific Northwest, Washington with my husband Pete. 

This is what I envision for myself on the horizon...
I call myself many things, a storyteller, a writer, and for a long time the 'normal' in my life has been in the process of changing dramatically:  I've been learning what I do not want. Today, I love creating a new story of my life:  what I do want through asking and choosing thoughts, ideas and word bridges based on more and more stable basics of my reality.  I am learning to tune to Source to allow co-creating a better, feel-good, beautiful  life not yet here; yet it is over kela and I am getting closer to it!

Pete here:

Aloha,
My name is Dean Pete Little.  I like the name Pete which I use more often as my Dad was Dean B. Little of  seven generations of the Littles from Ireland.  My Mother, Rose Adamchuk's family came from the Urkraine in the 1890's. I have two brothers and four sisters with Mary the oldest sister passing on last fall.  I was born in Sheboygan, Wisconsin and have lived in some twenty to thirty homes, apartments, towns,cities and one Vardo since.
 I spend my time building and fixing things  for friends and folks, young and old so their life is more enjoyable and working in gardens growing food.  What I love most is living with Mokihana wherever we happen to be.

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