Athena Graceland is morphing into new dimensions of HALLELUJAH!!!
Yeah, I’m in love with video now.  My intention is to raise YOU up!!!!!

Are you ready to explore new frontiers of ecstasy, delight, gratitude and wonder?

If so, you have come to the right place!!!

Let the SHRI resound through your sweet slice of infinity within!!

 

Watch my vid!!!

Hello Friends!  I know that Athena Graceland has been a ghost town as of late… I have been exploring the medium of video, and finding so much delight in this mode of expression.  This is just the beginning… I am taking the world by storm.  I want to remind you all of the Truth.  That you are INFINITE.  You are WHOLE.  You are a powerful creator, and your thoughts and feelings CREATE YOUR REALITY.  The mind can get so lazy…. and fall asleep as you tumble through well worn grooves in your mind.  But time to WAKE UP.  Together… Come on!!!!  You and me.  Let’s dare to LOVE like we were BORN TO LOVE.  And shape our lives and the world from inspired vision and delight!!!!

 

Check out my first video here:

 

 

Blessed BE,

Athena Grace

 

 

Let There Be LIGHT!!!!

Hello!!! I am delighted to be sending tendrils of my sacred existence into your holy consciousness!!! It’s been too long. Way too long. And praise the Lord, I have been working my ass off. Yes, literally too… but that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to tell you about all of the inner work I have been doing… Yeah, I mean like straight up rearranging furniture inside, and tossing entire closetfuls overboard, because it’s way too heavy and I want to live a life of streaming, opulent blessedness. And if you want to live a life of streaming, opulent blessedness, you can’t be lugging around cumbersome and unwieldy limiting beliefs, unexamined fears and past hurts.

Some of the deep questions I’ve been arduously wrastling for so long are now transmuted into rarefied illumination. Questions regarding what my life is for, and who I AM, and how much I can be, do and have…

Gosh, I felt like I was drearily slogging up the craggy face of an endless mountain… trying to maintain SOME semblance of a positive attitude as I climbed… But I really wondered if I’d ever make it to the dewy, flower-dripping land of worthiness and honest to goodness God-drunk grace… I honestly doubted it. But not entirely, I s’pose… because I kept going. And I still keep going. I will always keep going! But I feel a deep shift.

In July of twenty thirteen, I gave up my stale-assed job and a rad apartment in The Land of Oaks, put my meager belongings in storage, and pilgrimaged to Ananada Village (aka “The Momshram”) to do my fourth yoga teacher training. Thus commenced a year long purification intensive. Yep, a year of groundlessness. My roots, not being able to sink down into the earth, have been forced to grow in and up, into the celestial soils of heaven within.

Don’t ask me how many times in this past year, people have asked me, “where do you live?”, and I’ve inwardly flailed and cringed…. because I WANT to live somewhere… besides the elusive territory of celestial soils… besides “in my heart”, or “in the moment”, as spiritually hip as those addresses seem in theory. I have pined for a hOMe. A place where I can concoct healing bone broths, grow a garden and have sex as loud and as often as I please.

I have suffered about the seeming gap between where I have been, and where I am. And the uncertainty and lack of faith as to how to bridge the said ravine.

But from where I sit today, (which happens to be an exquisitely lush and well-attended garden) I am no longer concerned by the illusion of distance. I realize that I have been polishing the temple of my Self with a capital S. I have been obliterating darkness, revealing the glorious, infinite light of my Innermost Ness. LIGHT!!!! Yes!!!! Once upon a time, I was repulsed by the potential of being labeled “new agey”. Because the people who I perceived to be new agey were etheric, glazed FLAKES!! Straight up. They seemed to hover a few feet off the ground, shrouded in a cloud of nebulous ambiguity. Ugh. Yeah, I guess it was too close to hOMe. It has taken EVERYTHING I’ve had… to BE HERE. On the ground. On the ground, where intense feelings happen…pretty often… and gravity makes me bleed and sweat and cry on occasion. On the ground, where I’ve felt alone and confused and afraid at times…

But all those earthly forces have called forth the strength of my spirit. And an inner force of gravity called faith. Called determination. Called digging down into the taproot of Truth. Hey, look! A butterfly!!!! And the late-morning sunlight filtering through green maple leaves has become the stained glass of an unsayably magnificent, wall-less temple. As I perch in this extraordinary moment, this miraculous, rolling slice of my life, I am happy to sing out from the mountaintop:

I AM A HELLA NEW AGE CHICK!!!!!!

And proud of it!!! I worship, celebrate, invite, magnify the Infinite Light within me, and ALL LIFE. I looooove crystals! I talk to the angels, and my spirit guides. I deeply honor and give thanks for the plethora of beneficent, unseen forces who guide us through this condensed vibration of infinite spirit. I live for love. I pledge allegiance to the oneness, the unity of all creation, and Beyond.

And I’m done pretending otherwise.

I have been giving birth to my Self, over this past year. And trust me, I know that birth is INTENSE to say the least. Painful? Sometimes!!!! Entirely worth it? Absolutely. Oooh!!!! A teensy blue dragonfly!!!! Ahem.

So how did I finally ground into this place of ecstatic strength? Self discipline. By using my mind as a tool to shape and direct my consciousness. I finally beat my head against the wall, trampled upon my sweet tender heart one too many times. I realized I am the boss here, and I want to do it (all of it) with and through the strength of LOVE. I choose to place my faith in the infinite, creative supply of the universe. I choose gratitude. I choose worthiness. I choose a life of passionate, creative, inspired, joyful service!!! I choose to THRIVE. I choose to love life. I choose to BE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD. I choose to TRUST MY HEART, and boldly sing out what I know inside to be true. I choose to believe I am WHOLE, now and always, as I continue to gleefully unfurl my divine potential. I choose to believe in miracles. I choose to love ALL as my divine sisters and brothers. I choose to forgive and forgive and forgive some more!!! I choose to be an overflowing cup of beauty and grace.

Dang… I’m feeling so pumped, and I’m not even caffeinated. It sure feels good to feel good. Care to join me?!

Miraculous love to you, my Friends…

Moonbeams As Reflected By Irridescent Mermaid Scales

This just IN~ there IS a God, after all!!!!  For *real*…

 

Just as I sat and hunkered down to blog, the song “waterfall” by Jes poured on me [like a waterfall].  Yes, I’m playing my new favorite Pandora station~ B-Tribe. (OMG, it is so sensual and groovy.  I dare you to imbibe…) “Yeah?  So?”, I hear you wondering… Well, I began my day at Kilauea Falls this morning.  It was my first trip to a waterfall since I’ve been on the island(eight weeks today).  Strange how so many things in this life can be taken for granted when in essence, they are drop dead miraculous.  Being at the waterfall was one of these undercover miracles.

 

Mid morning.  I was alone in this lush, jungle basin, captivated by the wide, short falls.  I striped naked, said a prayer for forgiveness and the grace to remove all barriers to Love and slid into the cool, rippling pool of liquid purification and shimmering light.

 

Well, how bout this?!  I just took a languid and succulent yoga break… and when I returned to the page, I was met by a picket line!  A whole host of gnomes in drag protesting linear thinking!!!  Now, normally, I am not one to be deterred by these charming little men in pointy hats… but these angsty queens were a force to be reckoned with!  Through their mirrored, berry crush lips, they demanded that I knock off the play by play recounting of my fever-charmed existence.  Though their impressive stiletto heals are needle sharp and could take my life with one false dance step, I must confess that they *are* indeed on to something.

 

The hippopotamus-bottom line?  I feel to be a treasure trove of beauty.  Thirty years of deep sea diving, and I finally found the trunk I have been dreaming of and drooling over for millennia.  Kauai is helping me shed interminable amounts of weighty soul-stain that I picked up along my sloggish skip through eternity.

 

I have worked so long to remember.  And now I am remembering!!!!  And the song, “I Remember” is now playing on Pandora… of course.  I am remembering that I am made of Love and All is Love and I want to serve and uplift the world.  (I am also remembering that I’m pretty over beans these days.  I ate some black beans for dinner…like three hours ago… and I just got up and danced to this song because its so sexy and alive… and when I sat back down, I burped like black beans and what this means is that they are just too heavy for me.  Which is weird because I used to eat them for like every meal.  But now all I want is carrots and avocados and papayas and vitamineral green powder.  AND yerba mate with half and half and an immodest spoon of honey.  That’s the BEST ever.

 

Sure, the waterfall was a miracle.  I climbed beneath it and let it pound on me.  I thought of my blood family and I cried.  I sat on the far bank, wet and empty and watched the white water slide ceaselessly into gravity’s wide open mouth.  Sure.  And as I hiked back up the hill, I marveled at what an altered state I was in.  Felt so light and lost in dimensions they sure as hell didn’t teach me about in public school.  Yes, I have heaps of reverence for everything.  Yes.  Today was as good as I dreamed it would be last night.

 

You know what the *best* thing about all of this is?!?!  I don’t know where I’m gonna live cum November…(that’s all of three days from now) and I am fully at peace with this.  I trust in my All Pervading BFF in a way that simultaneously baffles and thrills me.  Alls I gotsta say is HOLY POPCORN!  I owe a lot of this to my diurnal attendance of Our Lady of God-Drunk Grace!  I am pouring a decadent, lucid stream of Truth with a capital T on my mind… and I am finally GETTING that it sho’ don’t matter about the external circumstances of life.  But mostly about the choice to open to Love NOW.  And now and now and now…  I know that I am on this earth to serve Love.  To Forgive.  And to raise all of my fellow travelers up with me.  Come on!  Let’s dance!  That’s what really matters.  (Although, I must say that the external surroundings here on Kauai DO help… I dunno if I’d feel this much like a rockstar if I was in dingy Tijuana or Nazi Germany… But I’ll gladly accept the alliance of tropical paradise while I can.  Sheee-it…

 

And some other-other good news is that while I was on yoga break, I wandered out to use the bathroom, and knocked over a yogurt container full of fresh flowers, which I soon learned were from WP!  In them was nestled a note that said, “Would you like to still be my writing partner?  Yes.  No.  (circle one)”  AWE!  I was afraid he’d never want to talk to me (real, anyway), let alone be my WP… Of course I still want to be your writing partner, WP!!!!  And thank you for the flowers!

 

So you see, God exists, and I feel like a swirling pool of moonbeams as reflected by irridescent mermaid scales, elegant strands of black pearls resting sexy-artistic on collarbones dressed in soft, sun kissed flesh, rapturous heavenly bodies making love on satin sheets in sensuous, nocturnal tropical heat…  I feel like breath moving with the ease of spring rivers pouring down lush, crisp mountain sides, strong, masculine hands squeezing supple squish of tender inner thighs.

 

God?  Thank you for escorting me thus far.  Please make me pure, empty and overflowing, that I may spill your Grace upon this world.  Please God!!  Thank you God!

 

Amen.

Relentless Magic As Told By A Drunken Muse

The only time the magic seems to give me a rest here on Kauai is when I cloister in my bedroom (which I’ve been known to do).  I can’t seem to leave the house without stirring up major synchronicities and miracles… sheesh.  I am a firm believer in the divine power of speech… and lately I have all too often been hearing myself utter words such as “I can’t believe this!” and “this is too good to be true.”  Except the thing is… I CAN believe it.  And I aspire to live in a world where NOTHING is too good to be true, because it is God’s world and the power of Love is limitless by nature.  So when I catch myself uttering those archaic, learned phrases, I am making a practice of rerouting my mind and saying things like “I am so delighted by this!” “Life is AMAZING!”  “Thank you God, I accept this blessing!”

 

Honestly, I’ve been feeling pretty stunned at how great life can be.  Especially after wanting OFF this human ride all the way from my early teens to my late twenties.  Holy Popcorn, have I paid my stinkin’ dues.  And here, now… I am ready as an adrenalized, champion racehorse at the starting gate to have a great life.  I am ready to officiate the holy matrimony of my passions and my service to this world.  For so long, I thought service was something that I “should” do.  That it would make me a “good”person.  And too, I believed that passions were frivolous and masturbatory.  But… the good news IS, You Holy Team Mates, the good news IS… That our passions ARE our service to the world AFTER ALL!!!  At least mine are.  HA!  That cracked me up!  I’m finding my sense of humor again!  FINALLY!  I LOVE LAUGHING.  Ahem… and what I meant when I said “at least mine are” is that it is all a matter of belief (as all of reality is)… And there is a whole mutantly oversized cornucopia of belief systems that do not play host to the radically liberated viewpoint that says that passion and service are in fact two sides to the same shiny golden coin which pours from the Lakshmi’s own sacred palm.  But I invite you to try it on…

 

So back to the magic.  This morning I hitched a ride up to Hanalei to jog the bay, which allegedly is four miles long, but it sure doesn’t feel like jogging four miles… maybe because I’m barefoot and bikini clad, breathing purified ocean air, mesmerized by the play of light on the water and the happy smash of waves splaying frothily onto thirsty sand… and that just seems… “too good to be true”… see!!!!!! There it IS!  Citizens arrest!  And then Athena Grace LMNOP pulled out her figurative, linguistic handcuffs and proceeded to put this ragged, worn-out phrase behind bars to be occasionally butt fucked and fed tasteless gruel for the rest of Eternity.  LEWD!  Athena!!!  You should not be having this much fun… I am here in my bedroom cracking up!!!  You would not believe the wellspring of inappropriateness that gurgles and squirts from inside of me!  Oh Lord…  Have mercy on… THEM!  Teee-heee.

 

Oh, this is quite a mood!  Um… So I hitched a ride.  I considered texting the guy who got me connected on the radio to see if he would be passing through, since he commutes this way to work every day… Did I tell you that I got on the radio as a result of hitching with a soulful man named Steven, who also has a show on Kauai Community Radio and suggested that I connect with this specific host who loves to read Rumi and Hafiz poems and he’d probably be stoked to put me on?  Well that’s how it happened.  And Steven also told me it’s pretty easy for one to get their own slot… It just requires a few volunteer hours and some light training.  So I’ve been mulling this over~ what would Athena Grace’s show be about?  And is she indeed called to this specific date with Destiny?  Well…

 

I didn’t end up texting or calling Steven… but guess who picked me up?!?!?!  Yes.  Steven. (who confessed that he was running unusually late this morning) And no, I suppose that is NOT too good to be true, either.  But in a former life, it would have been.  In my new fangled, hopelessly Grace stained existence, it is JUST GOOD ENOUGH to be true. Just God enough to be true!  And I’m pretty sure this MEANS (all hail MEANING!) that Destiny wants me to have a show.  And YOU ALL can listen to it, because it streams online!  Probably it will be on Sunday… because that’s when all the spiritual shows are on.  I have been lamenting the weak-assed church scene on this island.  But like the prophets oft say, “If it ain’t at the party, BRING it, Bitch!”  Yeah!  I’ll be a minister when I grow up in about fifteen minutes or three weeks!  Is this the holiest news or WHAT?

 

Do YOU have any suggestions about what you’d like to hear on my show?  After all, it is for YOU that I will be broadcasting.  I want to make your life more celebratory and fun and creative and lucid and illuminated and inspired.  Passion and Service, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!  First comes love then comes marriage, then comes Athena Grace’s Radio Show in the baby carriage!

 

Life is so beautiful.  I accept.  I accept that I am God.  I accept that You are God.  I accept that I am enveloped by so much Love, it could make and break worlds with the single wink of the [All Pervading] Eye that Truly Sees.  Wash us clean, Beloved!  Oh wash us clean, now and forever more, that we may recognize the magnificent, effulgence from which we are continuously sculpting this miraculous dream of the Infinite.   Sweet dreams, oh Sisters and Brothers of the Infinite.  Please let your dreams be sweet this day! (Or else… You’ll be the next one I citizens arrest!!!! ;-O)

 

InLOVE and Amenning all the way,

Athena Grace LMNOP

Everything’s Turning To Jesus!

The blank page glares at me expectantly.  I gaze back at it, paralyzed by possibility and not wanting to settle for anything less than God’s will.  God?  What would you have me say tonight?  You see, All Pervading One has been SO good to little Athena Grace… all I want to do is pour myself out as a font of reverence and gratitude.  I bring my awareness to my heart.  It tingles like sweet Hawaiian limes and I say yes and invite the tart flush to spread all the way down my arms and hands and out of my ignited, buzzing finger tips (as well as through the entire core of my body).  Finally, life is great!  Sheesh, I had to trudge through the wastelands of forgetfulness and pain for so long… But I like to work for things in life… it makes them taste way better.  I can only imagine how much divine nourishment I will be able to assimilate from life at age forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, a hundred and twenty!!!  Yes, folks, I plan to live to be a hundred and twenty.  Depak Chopra said that’s the ball park life expectancy for luminous creatures such as yours truly.

God?  Is that what you wanted me to say?  How do I know?  I don’t, so I’ll just fake till I make it, which will probably be any minute now.  Where DO these words come from?  They sure come from SOMEwhere… Might as well be the All Pervading Alphabet Soup.  Alphabet soup… remember how thrilling alphabet soup was?!  At least for me it was… Though I never was able to spell anything very interesting, like I do in this blog.  I think if I could witness/participate in one chosen miracle, it would be for my bowl of alphabet soup to reveal the secrets of the universe to me.  Nah, then it would probably just be ONE single spoonful that said, “LOVE”.  Instead, God will talk to me through my alphabet soup and tell me exactly what to say in my blog.  Can you imagine, if my blog was “brought to you by” my bowl of alphabet soup?!  Then would you BELIEVE?!

Goddess Bless America!  Holy Popcorn!  There is so much I could tell you… and yet nothing is burning brighter in my mind’s eye than anything else.  And when I ask God what to say, HeSheIt just smiles at me from the heaven that explodes from everywhere at once, which is cool and all, but at the end of the day, I still have to pull something out of the hat to throw out to you hungry cyber dogs.  I guess I’ll tell you that about a week ago, I got a random email from a woman who found my blog through a search for “Caroline Myss”.  This woman recently wrote a book called, Walking Through Illusion, which she said was about how it’s not our beliefs we take with us when we pass, but the LOVE we found through having them, and she asked, if she sent me a copy, would I be willing to read it and then review it on my blog…  Shrug.  Random, right?  But I was intrigued… because I’m tired of trying to force and control my life.  It’s much more relaxing and fulfilling when I (hear this next part in an Indian accent) simply let go and let God.

So the book showed a coupla days ago up and it was very clear that God sent it to me.  No coincidence.  In her forward, the author, Betsy Otter Thompson says that in the writing of her book, she merges with Jesus’s energy.  She opens her heart, receives a feeling and lets that feeling express.  Sounds familiar… but translated feelings sure are more of a dastardly mish-mash.  When I first got the email from her, I was not cognizant of serving a divine instrument being ecstatically played as an essential part of God’s drunken symphony… I thought I was separate and finite and that it was a fluke, a dice who rolled off of someone else’s crap table (I put that in for my dad, since he deals craps… I recently invited him to read this blog, after months of skirting around the topic… I yearned to share this passionate expression of my soul with him… and yet I felt terrified of being judged and misunderstood by DADDY.  Honestly, that’s the arch angel of all stings.  But I finally got over myself and invited him deeper into my world by giving him the web address.  I don’t think he’s reading it though…But someday he will.  And maybe my craps reference will energetically seduce him to his computer, inexplicably, in the middle of the night…) and accidentally bounced into my playpen.

But when I cracked Walking Through Illusions open this morning and licked the preliminary pages with my eyeballs, it was clear that this was obviously the expert execution of one Lord and Savoir on High!  Yup.  That’d be our very own Jesus H.  In some of my past blogs, I’ve expressed my fondness for the holy dude… and defended him from the travesty of kinked up, pursed lipped, frivolously condemning Christianity.  So I guess he just thought he’d return the favor by dropping a book full of potent healing capacity in my lap.  Thanks J-daddy!  (Oh-la-la!  Here comes the rain!  Time to hop aboard the romance train and ride wildly into sexy tides of late night living liquid poetry!)  I feel to run out to Brad’s old blue diesel Mercedes, sleeping in the driveway and lay into the horn!  Because I LOVE Jesus!  And sometimes the best thing once can do is HONK about it!

Speaking of Jesus, like eighty percent of the men here on Kauai remind me of Jesus.  I swear… I have Jesus sightings everywhere I go… including out to the kitchen to make dinner!  Tonight’s Jesus du jour was Joshua.  He’s a twenty two year old Jesus who currently lives on the beach and follows the Tao.  I don’t think he ever wears a shirt.  Last week, when I met him for the first time, I immediately reduced him to left over coleslaw and packed him in a tiny box to wither and spoil.  The box was entitled, “Hippy-Dippy-Ultra-Feminine-Boy-Who’s-Too-Young-To-Really-Know-Much”.  Then I proceeded to act nice and open to him… Am I sick or what?  It’s my loss… because his heart is about as pure as expensive crystle.  Tonight he told me that all he’s really been doing with himself these days is a whole lot of watching the ocean and chanting of mantras.  When I feel into him, his energy is so clean, sweet and innocent.  He’s all kindness.  And he looks like Jesus.

I am totally out of money these days, waiting for a check that has been delayed for almost TWO WEEKS, and in the mean time, living “poem to poem” and “grace to grace” as I recently confided in you… Tonight as I was making dinner, I had the blessed opportunity to share food with this holy Jesus Pup.  At first, I felt tight, stingy and afraid, as though if I gave “mine” away, I would starve.  But then I reflected on the plethora of generosity that the universe has been spilling out on me these days… and I realized how ridiculous it would be to hoard.  Food, money, opportunities, love, kindness… they have ALL been literally falling from the sky and landing all around me.  It would be absurd not to pour back out as the very universe, Herself!  I am gonna run outside and honk Brad’s horn in revelatory gratitude for the opportunity to share my ridiculous abundance.  In gratitude for the opportunity to see my frivolous, indignant judgments of such a holy creature and toss them in the voracious flames of Truth for purification.

Dang, it’s past my bedtime!  Off I go.  If you hear someone honking, don’t fret, it’s just me, praising the Lord…

Amen!

Kauai Sure Loves Me!

Sunrise over Hanalei Bay this morning as I jogged along the shore, BAREFOOT!

You know what’s AWESOME about Kauai?  I can leave the house in my panties and nobody thinks twice.  For real!  I did it today… It’s a very warm day (notice that I didn’t say “hot”, though… it’s not sweltering… just… very warm.) and I was wearing my little orange boy short style panties around the house when I was suddenly swept by the call of the wild and decided to hop on one of the bikes on the side of the house and pedal to the bakery to write my blog.  You see, like I said, the day is as perfectly sweet and tart and all liquid sunshine as a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice.  So naturally I wanted to splash around in this vitamin-packed blessing of contained time and space.  On my first day on the island, I saw a woman pumping gas at the Shell Station in her skimpy bikini.  She left a big impression on me.  “Oh, so that’s how we roll here in paradise,” I mused.

Well, my undies are far more conciliatory than her little stringy number was, (I am exaggerating when I say far more… but remember, I poses the proper [poetic] licensing.) so I skipped out of the house and rode into the benevolently embracing folds of the Mystery.  Holy Jesus, you need to understand that this day smiles on my skin with a pristine perfection that hasn’t been seen since the Goldy Locks and the Baby Bear’s porridge incident.

It was the first time I’ve been on a bike since I’ve been here and the experience somehow turned to Bliss in the span of a split banana.  My thoughts were weighty and profound as I petaled to the bakery.  I felt so free in my orange undies and tank top as I sat down, preparing to write my blog.  But GOD, was I fiending for a kombucha.  They cost five dollars and five cents here on the island.  Yep, an expensive (yet highly worthwhile) habit.  With only three dollars left to my name, how could this crafty child of God go about scratching my fermentation itch?  Soon a light bulb appeared above my head and unabashedly flashed ON!  I might have enough money in my bank account to buy one at the adorable, overpriced health food store, the “Healthy Hut”, across the street… I checked my wayward, mainland account from my iPhone.  Yup!  Ten twenty-five!  (I could afford TWO!)  So I marched over and picked the fizziest one in the fridge, a “cosmic cranberry”.  I pulled out my wallet, poised to throw down some holy plastic… SOS!  Sinking heart, call the lifeguard, stat!  I had taken it out of my wallet on account of that there are no Chase banks on the island.  Booooo.  I asked the girl behind the counter if they’d let me pay later.  She said no.

A wilted deprived junkie, I rode back to the bakery.  As I was parking my bike, a wild, tattooed “gentleman” (that was meant to be ironic, he was no gentleman…) exuberantly called to me, “YOU’RE BACK!!!  Will you write me a poem?!”

I tried to get my bearings and catch up to this explosion of a moment.  How did HE know?  I walked over and introduced myself and learned that one of the two women he was sitting with had seen me selling poems at the farmer’s market a while back and suggested that he request a poem.  I “splained” to them that I had only left in heated persuit of a kombucha, which I was denied in the end, and now I was intending to write my blog.  The same instigator of a woman (who for the record was otherworldly gorgeous) suggested that he buy me a kombucha in exchange for a poem.  He oozed with the essence of yes.  So I extended my invisible feelers into him in preparation to give birth to his poem.

But Holy Popcorn! (My new exclamation, thanks to RosyMoon’s recent comment!), was he a slippery, jittery squid of a man.  Apparently, he *really* likes coffee. I mean REALLY.  Yeah, he was flying HIGH.  He refused to share anything of substance about himself.  Instead he orchestrated the entire opperation.  He told me to simply write, without asking any questions, and furthermore, he demanded that I entitle the poem, “the boy who bought me a kombucha”.  Shrug.  Okay.  When push comes to shove, I can follow orders.  Whatever’s clever, Spaceman.  And off he flailed on his sacred liquid mission.

His female companions were clearly fallen stars.  Their light danced playfully about, mixing swimmingly with my own.  They invited me to a full moon women’s circle tonight on Secrets Beach.  Too bad I’m already going to a birthday party on Hanalei Bay… (The outrageous thing about birthday parties on this island is that they are most always on the beach… and EVERYone is invited.  At least that’s how it seems to be… so tonight I will pilgrimage to “Eve’s” birthday party, whom I have never met.  Shrug.  I’m looking forward to it.  And bringing home made black bean dip, since it’s a potluck!)

My erratic, zealous, unruly customer came back with my holy grail full of heavily fizzy wonder juice and I swigged it with a vengeance before diving into the first hand written poem I’ve ever sold.  “The boy who bought me a kombucha” told epic, rambling tales about his existence the whole time.  Meanwhile an amazing poem unfurled through me.  It was vivid, twisty and sobering.  In the end it was in invocation of a deeper layer of his true self, beneath the incessant jester’s dance.  He liked it.  As I read it, I felt like the main character in the movie Dangerous Beauty.

Then it was time for me to head down the street to the farmer’s market and spend my last three dollars on papayas.  Prices really vary, so I sniffed around to find the papayas that were a dollar each, so I could have THREE tender, coral-fleshed little miracles.  The little Pilipino woman told me I could have SIX for five dollars.  “I wish,” I told her… “but I’m down to my very last three dollars.”

And suddenly, three more dollars floated from the very pores of existence.  I swear.  A lady standing next to me said, “Here, now you can get MORE papayas!  …Or get whatever you want… You can’t be down to your last three dollars!”  Her energy was so clean and decisive.  Her giving was joyous and unconditional.  “WOW!  Money is falling from the SKY!” I said through an astonished, wide smile.

Then out came the cucumbers!  They were sleek and big as billy clubs.   “Are those JAPANESE cucumbers???” I asked, mesmerized.  “Yes,” the little hearty Pilipino woman confirmed.  Have you ever had a Japanese cucumber?  They are the crunchiest, coolest, freshest creatures ever to *not* walk the earth.  I paused, heavily considering putting two papayas back.  But before I could say “ticki-ticki-tembo-no-so-rembo-cukey-spooky-goofy-yippee-skippy”, my generous benefactor thrust another two bills at me.  I blinked in astonishment.  She nodded and said, “Don’t worry about it, I have plenty of money.  You stood next to the right woman.”

I told her I usually offer poems by donation.  She said she’d love to have one some day… She comes to the market weekly…

I rode home radiating holy wonder.  It must have been spilling out all over the place, because everyone I passed on my ride home flashed me a beaming smile.  So you see, when I told you that Kauai has splayed herself wide and dripping before me… I was not just blowing gratuitous, self indulgent smoke from slap happy cracks in me.

Thank You… All Pervading Patron In The Sky With Diamonds!!!  I accept your mysterious, loving care!

Amen.

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