Fellow Travelers .. I dedicate the following to you ...
Every aspect of the upcoming trip has been planned to perfection.  Bills are paid far into the future and all Kauai matters are arranged for a seamless return .. everything is in place.  I feel confident this journey will be yet another period of pure joy as I once again trek half way around the blue orb  to my "other home".  All is prepared for me to once again  embrace dear friends, bask in the magnificent Autumn light of France,  and savor those  mornings dedicated to the inimitable experience of fresh baguette. 
That's how I felt yesterday ...
Yesterday evening I put dirty clothing into the washer, topped it off with detergent, some of that fabric softener "make it smell good" stuff, then pulled the knob to turn it on and walked away.  I have my way of doing this mundane task, and I'll bet each of you has your own methodology for taking soiled garments from dirty to clean .. it's kind of a personal thing, isn't it?  Upon my return to the washer all was done and ready to be dried, so I loaded up the dryer and hit the button.   
... nothin'
I won't waste time here telling you how many attempts I've made over the last 24 hours .. just suffice it to say  nothin' has continued to be the result.  All the planning and all the preparation could not have prepared me for nothin' from the friggin' dryer.
Thankless hours of tirelessly tossing our laundry have come to a silent,  yet screeching, halt.  No more fluffing .. no more warming .. ditto on the wrinkle removal .. sigh ..

And when did the white metal box decide to create calamity?  On Friday night, of course!  Do you think our friend from Mr. Appliance is going to return my frantic calls on a beautiful Saturday morning  ..  as the ocean calls him to come hither and wash away the trials and tribulations of the past week .. no doubt filled with others like myself who just can't live without their broken white boxes?   Yeah, right  ...

Friggin Dryer!

Poorest timing ever?   "Yeah"  

Unfair to me,  who has provided sheltered sanctuary for the white box?   "Yeah" 

Dysfunctional Dryer?   "Nope .. Dysfunctional Human" ...

But smilin' and happy ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between
Today is a wonderful day.  I  enjoyed driving to the other side of the island  for a trek to Papaya's health food store,   jazz filling the car as Kauai's  awe inspiring beauty provided the always perfect backdrop for happy introspection. 

A couple of Kauai grown lemons, two pieces of really nice Kauai grown ginger root, a bunch of Kauai grown apple bananas, and a bag of raw organic almonds from "I don't know where" sat on the passenger seat as I once again "cranked" the jazz  and enjoyed my return trip to Kalaheo.  My surroundings are emerald green, kissed with vibrant colors, enhanced with heady aromas, and always breathing  the steady pulse of  beautiful blue waters. 

Todays "Health Food Store Junket" was enough, and more, to put a smile on anyone's face.  Really, who is so blessed to have that simply magnificent experience on one of Earth's rare gems?  I do realize I am by any measure a very fortunate man.  With that realization,  I consciously make it a point to perpetually remind myself against ever taking  this present circumstance for granted.
If  the above facts weren't enough to create a "here and now" that is beyond incredible, then I am doubly blessed.  Today is also enhanced by anticipation for upcoming events.  I fly to France in less than a week .. returning to that other perfect place necessary for my soul's balance.
 Today is a wonderful day.  

I wish each of you your own wonderful day .. filled with positive anticipation for tomorrow ... always tempered with compassion and empathy for those who are not so fortunate ...

Avec un rêve de paix - With a dream of Peace

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir,

In  our currently dysfunctional worldwide Human Experience,    Girl Power gifted my soul this week and rejuvenated hope that we humans can be the greatest creation.  As the brutal realities of horror pervade our collective thinking at every turn, it becomes more and more imperative that we are reminded of the "higher" qualities of humankind.  I take this early opportunity to express my thanks to the three women described in the following "tribute"... three women who unknowingly and inadvertently lifted this man from despairing thoughts and helped me refocus on the light of truth, hope, and healing.

The 6th annual Kauai Marathon began at 6:00 this morning.  We were watching from lawn chairs in soft morning light when the first runner turned onto Pu'u Road and lightly drifted  by our home.  Everyone on our street was surprised to see her, and cries of "Girl Power" were instantaneously echoed amongst all those ladies seated along our block.  My home is approximately half way through the course, so being the leader at this point is an impressive feat.  I don't know the final results of today's run, but this woman appeared "calm & strong", pony tail keeping cadence as she moved effortlessly into and out of our view.  

Any person who takes on the commitment to complete a marathon has my deepest admiration.  I give "props" to every single person who ran, walked, or attempted to meet their goal today .. but I want that woman to win, and I have my fingers crossed  she continued to the finish line as the first woman to be overall winner on Kauai.  Something deep inside tells me she has earned that right .. something deep inside me wants this one to go to the girls who felt such joy at seeing her strength and who were living vicariously through her achievement as she floated by.    
You Go Girl!
Volunteers ..  they are the  backbone of every event.  Nothing happens without those who are willing to give time and genuinely enthusiastic energy to the "cause" which resonates within them.

Lisa"Cali"Crampton, Ph.D. appeared on the grassy area by the road today.  She was wearing a Kauai Marathon T-shirt and it was obvious she was stationed at  Pu'u and Auwae Roads for the purpose of helping direct traffic.  What wasn't immediately obvious was Cali's soon to be vocalized accolades for every single runner who appeared.  She came .. she cared .. she gave.  I liked this person immediately.  We started communicating and it wasn't long before my initial "good feeling" about Cali was validated.  Lisa "Cali" Crampton, Ph.D. is Coordinator for the Kaua‘i Forest Bird Recovery Project ..
The logical complexities of her endeavor would surely escape my intuitive right brain approach, but all I have to know is this:  Cali Crampton is working to save birds ... possibly the most fragile, graceful, beautiful creatures on our shared orb ... creatures that only one entity (go ahead, take a guess) has caused to be nearly extinct from existence.  Cali, and others like her, are working to "right the wrong" and regain balance.  This type of action is imperative in restoring our kokua (spirit of cooperative effort)  with the nature around us .. this type of action is an absolute necessity in the process of humankind reaching our  collective potential for self realization so we might rejoin and enhance our natural surroundings.  

Here's to you, Cali, and others like you.  Merci for the path you follow and Mahalo for being a member of the Girl Power team who elevated my Spirit this week.      
Certain gifts  do seem to magically appear as a direct result of  making the concentrated effort to be a better person.  The third person in my Girl Power triad was one of those unexpected gifts.  I met Ruby while awaiting my Client for a condo showing.  The showing rapidly took second place to that rare and precious happening which occurs so infrequently .. a conversation based on higher thinking and principles, during which both parties are in complete understanding and agreement.  I can think of no other time, short of direct communication with our Creation, that is as uplifting and gratifying to the human spirit.  The encounter with Ruby filled me with hope, joy, and renewed knowledge there are enlightened beings who share one another's thoughts, hopes, and dreams for compassion and healing.  Mahalo Nui, Ruby, for being a "Light Conductor" during our very rare and special chance meeting. 
Dear Readers - Please  know..
Our planet is currently embroiled in madness .. humans are performing unthinkable acts against one another.  For those of us who are safe on the outside looking in, the viciousness and the brutality may be inconceivable .. but it is real, it is happening.  Our Family is hurting one another  &  the pain is as excruciating for one family member as the next.  

If we let the above fact affect us negatively, as it affected me for a few days this week ... we all lose.  If we believe there is no hope ... we all lose.  In some way we must become one mind .. one mind focused on that pure and perfect light we innately know to be our Higher Selves.

My thoughts may appear unreachable and unrealistic, but I  will continue to plant a seed of hope for mankind because I'm certain the path of self realization,  followed by  that action of sharing our higher discoveries with one another will eventually transcend greed and ego based realities.  Thankfully, whenever my belief mechanism begins to dim and fade  in the darkness of our imperfect humanity and I can't tear myself from a senseless depression caused by  the ten o'clock news,  some unforeseen event always validates my dream with substance.
Ladies of Girl Power ..

You not only validated my beliefs this week,

You exemplified the hopes and dreams of Higher Thinkers ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Mahalo et Merci,


"Hey Bill, what about the mango and guava in your first photo?",  you might ask.  Well, let me tell you .. the mango and guava pictured above were so sweet and luscious they were very nearly freaks of nature.   I wish every single person on the planet could have tasted that mango.  Yummy!         

Unfortunately, they don't thrive in war zones ..

much like humans ..... 





He lay in the middle of Kaumualii Hiway  when I arrived at the office one early morning a few years ago.  His nose was broken by the weight of a passing metal monstrosity ...        

I named him Henry
Henry sat quietly for several years, his beautifully expressive eyes no doubt taking in  the comings and goings of Animated Beings as we performed the "business dance" .. never once thinking the small creature on a desk might actually be entertained by our antics ...     
His silence was never noticed
My "child" is reborn in Henry's presence.  From day one I felt comfortable petting his soft coat, scratching his head, looking into those "puppy eyes", and speaking to him as if he understood every word and nuance I conveyed ...         
He patiently absorbs every action
Henry recently came home with me.  He sits quietly on the "creative" side of my home office .. looking directly into my eyes as I explore the muse.  When I am turned away from him to ply my trade at the "business" computer, I'm assured he will be awaiting my return .. offering  comfort and never ending support to this man/child who forever searches ... for the Henry inside.

Henry is alive in each of us ... we will find him ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir!

"CRANIAL ROCK" near Pagosa Springs, Colorado
It has been some time since I felt like sitting here to purge, release, and evacuate this ever active cranial cavity.   Our New Tech World,  satiated with an overabundance of  information,  seems to have created a new span of attention .. short.  With this newly acquired feature/enhancement,  developed in our minds as a direct response to the technological age,  and assisting even the staunchest "plodders" to actually retain much of the "techfo" that constantly swirls about us as progress "happens"  ..  I am happy to report I have had a revelation.  Out of all the processing and progressing of the last few years .. the stimulation of my synapse junctions and the syncopation of my gray matter with overwhelming amounts of  "stuff" I never expected to know .. I now share with you my greatest discovery.   

The more I learn & absorb from our New Tech World
The more I realize 
how little I know

This bit of information is the most precious I have ever embraced.  Having shared this with you, I'm gonna kiss my computer and go to bed ... secure and at peace with the knowledge I will never know much ... and smiling,  because my computer will never feel  ......  anything.
Remember Humanity

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir,


January, February, and March ... these are the three months rain is most likely on the Garden Island.  I am a fan of January, February and March.  How wonderful it is to step outside and feel rain on your face with seventy five degree temperatures.  Short sleeve shirts in the rain .. really, what could be better ...  and what have I done to celebrate this special season .. ?

This blog hasn't had a posting in 15 days.  Oh my, what sort of dereliction to duty have I committed?  Is it possible I will sink into the depths of depression and sulk the days away as I bemoan my "writer's block" to anyone who will listen?  Shall I grow a scruffy beard, stare at my unkempt image in the mirror and inwardly scream to a higher power for strength in the face of adversity?    
Hell no !!
I fully intend to continue smiling at anyone who will look, saying "Aloha" to anyone who can hear, and enjoying the complete freedom I have to write whatever and whenever I damn well feel like it.  Of course, it is the season of January, February, and March ... so if I get tired of smilin',  talkin',  and tryin' to write  ..  well, screw it ......
I'm gonna blame it on the rain!

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Mahalo et Merci for standing a moment in the rain with me,

When I wanted to exercise my right to be alone in a public place with wonderful people who understood my need for quiet contemplation,  Pomodoro was there.

Sundried tomato basil pesto linguini with a liberal amount of piñón .. this was Mother's Milk on days that had stretched my limits and left me in a state of somberness that only time alone, amongst friends, could remedy.  I only needed to walk up a few steps  to feel the comforting embrace of a place bound together by the warmest staff of true "givers" any patron could expect .. 
and it's gone.
Like the natural progression of everything else in life, this place which provided so many rich moments  is now empty space,  perfectly garnished  with total silence and  a topping of   joyful memories,  special moments,  and those incredible hosts.  A rare flower that gave its beauty then dissipated with time.   

I'm certain in the future I will reach for the phone to make that call, similar to the times I want to speak with people who no longer reside on this plane of existence, and I'll catch myself with the same thought I now conjure up for those people .. "damn, it's not there anymore".  I will then sit  in sadness .. torn at the loss of an old friend, a place of comfort, a place of peacefulness, a home away from home.  
Gerry, Antonio, Rosario,  and the entire Staff ..

"Mahalo Nui Loa" 

You were Spectacular for 30 years and more

You were World Class
We mourn Pomodoro with Heavy Heart ... 

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

"Ciao e vai con dio" !


I rented a car today and life was transformed.  What had been a plan for future travel is now  reality and anticipation of the highest order.   This action of selecting a "chariot"  that will be collected on the end of  my next flight, and beginning of my new adventure, is a defining moment .. that moment of decisiveness every traveler must exercise as the prelude to wanderlust. 

Once our stage is set and this first  act performed,   we are thrust into the play of travel, suddenly awed  by the enormity of the stage itself.  The time between now and then is filled with  fantastic thoughts,  dreams,  and imaginations which  transcend  mundane existence.  This simple deed of procuring an automobile triggers sensations that are not only emotionally pleasing .. but like the effect of an inspiring piece of music or  a sunset that  is ethereally enchanted beyond description, the action is physically invigorating. 

Once I've solidified my decision and made that declaration to the point of no return, it's as if I'm born anew .. every single time .. and with this rebirth there are gifts of hope, energy,  and overwhelming surges of happiness as I look forward to the presence of friends there who constantly reside in my thoughts here.

The act itself is nothing special .. a few clicks of the mouse .. what the act represents, I don't believe we fully realize.  We suddenly know we are going .. instantly stimulated in positive ways we will never fully comprehend.  Our mind, our entire psyche, moves to an elevated level that is no doubt supported by a continually light flow of  adrenaline we stimulate through excitement for the upcoming trip.

I felt compelled to share this with you .. my head was spinning with thought and I've come from bed to my computer at 2:15 in the morning because I simply couldn't sleep.  I know it's not a big deal, but it did inspire me to get out of bed and come share with you that ...
I rented a car today

and I highly recommend it as an uplifting activity for each of you ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

vroom vroom !

Leaving places I love is always difficult.  Leaving  people I love, even more difficult.  Becoming attached inherently invites melancholy, pain, and deep bouts of sadness when separation occurs .. voluntarily or involuntarily  there is angst.  This is the nature of life.   The closer we attach ourselves to one another, or that special place,  the more traumatic "bidding adieu" inevitably becomes .. equal parts pain for equal parts joy .. a very real portion of the human experience.   

Of course we all realize the pain of separation is momentary and actually serves the higher purpose of enhancing our next encounter .. but the immediate pain is real, and "until we meet again" is the heartbroken refrain of departure we should never suffer to experience.  This is the pain I felt while standing outside my hotel at Charles de Gaulle airport, on a beautiful summer evening, at the end of my most recent  visit to France. 

The photograph above is sadness and loneliness epitomized.  Void of any friend's face or any hope for a "great day" tomorrow .. that stark scene says it all.  Three o'clock in the morning and silent, except for the occasional roar of jet engines .. a not so subtle reminder that I fly away in just hours.

My thoughts are mine ... and I know you have your thoughts when this situation appears.  It smothers us  like a  black cloud and envelopes every memory of happiness, frivolity, and joy  cherished from the past weeks or months in this place we adore .. this place we cannot bear leaving in the early morning.  There seems to be no remedy .. nothing to save us from the overwhelming fog of despair.  We are mentally severed, like a small child being pulled away screaming from his favorite pastime before he is completely "filled" by the experience.

Oh my,  look what I've done!  I've managed to paint a negatively poignant picture, void of any hope or preview of positivity to come. 
"Get over it" !
You know damn well everything's  gonna' be all right.  You know the minute your plane lifts off  you are already thinking about all the good stuff on the other end of this flight .. you are already excited about planning the next flight .. you are already reliving the joys of the last flight .. you are already looking forward to new food on the other end, and  you are already looking forward to sharing  stories with people you love, about people you love,  and those special places where you love them.  So ...
"Get over it" !
Smile, dear reader, Smile .. You are an Ambassador.  You are carrying the hope of our world with you.  With every personal sadness at departure .. smile .. in the knowledge   your pain is a direct indication of the  love and good will you  created and left behind  with those people you adore .. and it will be there next time, better because of your actions this time.

I love you, Travelers.  You are the future of mankind .. spreading the truth of humanity far and wide .. cultivating the hearts of men, women, and children the world over.  You realize the importance and obligation of worldwide interaction .. and I'm certain deep within your souls is implanted the intense fire of hope.  I'm also certain anyone who questions the expenditure of your last resource on a plane ticket, or the decision to take off on a whim when your heart says "Go" is most assuredly going to hear a laughingly,   lovingly stated ... 
"Get over it" !

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between


Happy Trails et Bon Voyage,

Tonight I visited a restaurant and bid "Aloha" to a dear friend who returns to his home in Germany tomorrow.  The place was busy when I arrived .. every table occupied.  My friends waved me over the moment I entered  ...
and the rest of the evening was  magic.
When it happens, nothing compares.  It is unmistakable and the rarest of occasions in life.  That "conversation" we have below the surface and above the words .. based on primal knowledge inherent to our species .. a beautiful mix of intelligence, intuition, and basic instinct.  Verbalization becomes the "filler" .. unnecessary to the process when we  are communicating with more advanced sensory perception than our vocal chords could ever achieve.  Of course we speak and listen to recognize and honor one another, but it is the unspoken which reverberates and binds us on a uniquely higher level ...
this is connecting.

I typically shoot photos at these noteworthy events so there will be pictures to share with you .. not tonight .. one must reserve some experiences to the confines of privacy and the exhilaration of special memories .. held in common only by the participants themselves.  They, after all,  are the only beings who will ever recall the impact of the moment and give it future value. 

I happily share these photos of two restaurants I enjoyed many times in St. Cecile les Vigne  of the wonderful Vaucluse region  in France .. two places I photographed before friends, families, and lovers took their place around the tables to experience one another in their versions of our intricate human dance ..  floating their souls gently  and passionately toward intended recipients ..
bringing life to the tables and chairs ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between