There is a scraggly little Hibiscus plant next to our driveway on Kauai

 It has never exceeded two feet in height

Recently, that scraggly  plant produced the beautiful and incredibly large flower pictured above

Everyone oohs and aahs this flower when it appears

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A small pot sits on the other side of our home, next to many flamboyant flowers we have collected


I've noticed  folks often walk by that pot,  never gazing at the dazzling orchid which peeks out

It is small .. about quarter size

It is one of my favorites ..  


 I drove to my office yesterday

The parking lot was full of beautiful automobiles

A plethora of ingenious metal shapes with smooth bodies that glistened in the sun

In the midst of all the accumulated affluence & perfection .. was a perfect flower

It displayed creativity

It displayed courage

It displayed the passion and freedom of youth

It was my favorite ...


Wishing each of you ..

the joy of individuality

the thrill of creativity

eternal youth

boundless passion

and 

the courage to express yourself 

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir,

Bill











 
 
Some places are magic .. immediately stimulating  hidden regions of our minds which are seldom touched,  enhancing our lives by their very existence. 

A couple of months ago I was invited to a birthday party in Crosne, France.   It was an excellent party .. live music, fantastic people, and that festive atmosphere which  spontaneously erupts any time  friends gather to honor one of their own.  I was thrilled to be included.  An unforeseen bonus of this inclusion was the place .. Theatre de Mars, located on 55 Avenue de la Republique,  southwest of Orly and  just a stone's throw from the Seine,  where it winds  gently out of the far corner of Paris.  

One would likely drive by Theatre de Mars without noticing the unobtrusive  entry between a very commonplace Parisian structure and a Loto selling tobacco shop/brasserie.  The opening between those two buildings is about ten feet wide, by my estimate, and there is an attractive arch shaped sign inscribed  with Theatre de Mars spanning the distance.    A dark brown wooden gate beneath the sign provides entry.

It was early evening when we arrived.   Working men were congregated at the brasserie, giving me the impression they had performed this same ritual many, many times before.  The sound of their banter displayed an unmistakable feeling of familiarity,  old friendships, and  special bonds that  have been  forged through hard labor and afternoon beers after the work is done.
We passed the workmen and walked through the gate to Theatre de Mars
I felt the wonderful energy of this place while walking  towards the  door.   We joined a quiet and industrious parade of musicians carrying their instruments while we lugged my friends congas  and  various pieces of  percussion paraphernalia  towards the stage inside.  The "still" attitude of everyone seemed to me a reverence for the place itself and I could hardly wait to see what was awaiting.   
I didn't make it past the door.   An amazing metal form captured my attention and whispered:

  "You are entering a special place,  a home of creativity,  an enclave of artists and thinkers and dreamers ".  

This beautiful metal woman told me the entire story .. here was a place where the spirit could be freed from normal thinking and encouraged to find beauty and meaning in a world of chaos.  I was preparing to enter the space of actors, musicians, writers, artists, and creative people who are busily coaxing rare beauty from within the confines of our human experience.  Here was a place dedicated to the discovery and enrichment of our highest selves.  I was home.  
The Pink Mannequin in my first photo welcomed us as we entered Theatre de Mar .. so did many wonderful playbills and photographs and memories of events past and expectations of events yet to happen. 

I didn't photograph anything else, only one or two shots of the band .. it just didn't feel proper at the time.


The party went on
The music played
The people talked
Our bodies swayed

  we are now part of that special place 

and it is part of us ..

The best part



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 Wishing each of you a creative space ...

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Merci et Aloha,

Bill















 
 
In a million years I could never have guessed what was to greet  me at the bottom of the stairs ..  in the south of Paris .. in the basement of friends. 

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There it sat .. buried beneath clothes and blankets

Surrounded by bikes and boxes and dart boards and tools  

There it sat .. pushed by hand to this lonely resting place

Cold .. in solitary confinement

Longing for sun .. fresh air 

Dreaming of new life

exhilaration

freedom

joy

In quiet sorrow .. the most beautiful sight I've ever known

It was love in the basement

Citroen .. Citroen

I'm promised a ride on some future trip

Bouncing and swaying .. in French

Should that not happen .. should fate intervene

I am happy .. je suis très content

Sharing the dream with that little white car

 Driving .. north .. south .. east .. west

motor running

wheels turning

faire libérer

free .. free .. free !
As you travel through your lives ..

I wish you

"Bonne Route" / "Happy Motoring"

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir

Bill

 
 
Written while flying from Paris .. when pain is always strongest ...



France / She


On my Skin
in my breath
never to dissipate




Merged with my being
not worn away
forgotten
polluted




So entrenched
She has become my essence
a portion of physical presence
pulse
soul




She causes my muse
creativity
passion
intellect




Swirling within Her air flows the rich broth of humanity

"J'adore" 

"J'adore"


        Bill Facker
 October 5th 2014



 
 
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
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FRESH AND DRY FOR FRANCE .. NOT FLUFFED
 
 
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WONDERFUL DAY ON KAUAI
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,

Bill
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WONDERFUL DAY IN FRANCE
 
 
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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!
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Volunteers
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 ..
http://kauaiforestbirds.org/
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.      
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LISA "CALI" CRAMPTON, PH.D.
RUBY
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.
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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,

Bill

"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 ..... 

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Henry

08/23/2014

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HENRY
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!

Bill
 
 
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"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,

Bill







 
 
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,
Bill