The Language of Daffodils

This week I’ve been visiting my relatives, the daffodils. I’ve just learned that we humans share about a third of our DNA with daffodils. In fact, we have a common ancestor that lived about 1.6 billion years ago. No wonder I feel so drawn to them. I’ve also learned from Native people that all beings…

Songs of Love and Hate

    Valentine’s Day has always been a problem for me. I never once got the Valentine I hoped for in the mandatory valentine exchange in grade school. It was clear to me that every other kid had to do what I had to do: assembly-line produce exactly as many valentines as there were other…

The Wisdom of the Body

I had a root canal yesterday, after weeks of slowly escalating pain. Why am I surprised? I had asked my teeth whether anyone needed attention, since I’m about to lose some of my insurance coverage. Naturally, I did not like the answer. I was hoping for a small cavity. I admit that in this, I am…

Aloha Kãua: May There Be Love Between Us

I’ve just spent twelve days with my 24-year-old son, Taylor, on the Big Island, Hawaii. My time with him has been a lesson in aloha, a uniquely Hawaiian word that expresses a concept so much bigger than hello and goodbye, much more complex than love. Aloha appears to mean everything life-giving and powerful about every…

Me, My Kid, and a Yellow Car Make a Movie

I am on the Big Island in Hawaii for eleven days with my 24-year-old son Taylor, a visual and performance artist. We got off the airplane at 2 am our time in the tropical darkness and caught a shuttle to the rental car company. An opportunistic tourist who was a little more alert than myself…