The O.K. Place (Other ways to Kokua)

Happy Full Moon in Earthy Taurus!



Somewhere between the platforms of formalized artist's patronage (like Patreon) and the many levels of website communication/blogging there is a somewhere that will fit my style of creation; I wasn't quite sure what that would look like ... but clues kept coming my way.

Playing with Cordelia Camilia really did the trick; training my mind and leading with my heart helps. I received a real, down to earth message from a dear old friend who has helped and supported me and Pete in so many ways. What she was telling me was she was feeling guilty for not sending $ so had stopped reading the posts. Oh, no! Oh, no!

👌👌So, this O.K Page is my way of acknowledging the success of sharing my flavor of heArt felt creativity in the everyday and add on to it with my Mother Tongue -- Hawaiian. And, this page is a way to gather up any lost and tattered spirits and guilt festering in the cracks and crevices .

👌 = KOKUA
Kokua in Hawaiian means to support, help out, assist.
"Myth For My Tale Bone" as a post-for-pay blog is working in old-fashioned like-a-LAN line phone style. How many people still have them and use them? The LAN LINE allowed two people, who cannot see one another, the humanity to actually 'listen' for the message, pausing before responding. The slow yet real exchange between us has worked:  you have showed up at our campsite with cash; sent cash or your personal checks via snail mail and in beautiful cards; made room for our 'stuff' in your basement; given us access to your safe and filtered well water; encouraged us with your love. Slowly we are growing authentic community with those who know who we are; and in turn we know you are the ones we want to be with.

Each and every act of aloha inspires me to make room for Other Ways to Kokua. With the Full Moon of Earthy Taurus illuminating the sky and our collective hearts I'm turning on the light on the blog's new page "THE O.K. PLACE" for all who would like to know how to kokua (in different ways).

Some ideas about how to 👌kokua

  • Share this link with someone you know. (Spreading the word one-on-one is a long term success story in all tribal communities.)
  • Leave a comment on the blog. (Reading other's thoughts can feel like being in conversation if we are all welcomed to be respectful and honest in our mana'o).
  • Respond to the email Mokihana writes when a new post is published. (It is always so fun to know you have felt the vibe of my message; it's not necessary but it is a nice 'currency' to receive.
  • Drop by the campground (or any other place we might roam) for a chat and a visit.
  • Collaborate or play with us when you have an idea.(We'd love to see how your pet project or heART might be shared here on 'Myth for my talebone.")
  • Tell us about your successful experience to gather your tattered spirit. (Stories hold the world together.)
  • Support others who are living in unconventional shelters; learn more about how we/they do it. I write about these folks regularly. (More and more people live by our wits in shelters we call home other than a rented or mortgaged house/apartment/codo for all manner of reasons; most, though not all, due to factors beyond their control. Necessity is the mother of invention and when push comes to shove we make do in creative, messy, unexpected, brilliant ways ... open your mind and heart to how it's being done; make room to share. Kokua.)
  • Check the KOKUA Bulletin (held in place with safety pins) for help we might need in making do to stretch our shoestring budget. (This additional page in-the-process on 'Myth for my talebone' will be a sort of wishlist ... read it or ask us to add to it if you are wishing for something to stretch your shoestring and add to your  talebone.)
Mahalo nui loa kakou, thank you all so very much! The kokua you have offered us in the six-months of growing this heART space makes life as a Roving Javelina (shout out to SR and M) that much more adventurous, and less misery. E Ola Mau Mauli!


Mokihana and Pete


 





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