How do you measure and define success?
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, and on and on and on, I call out to Jesus, the only name I could think of who, perhaps, could help my troubled mind and tormented soul. The year is 2,000; I am homeless on Kaua’i, my aging mother is in a local care home, and I am her official guardian. I am crazy. . . fractured and psychically disjointed, I am plagued incessantly by dark thoughts of self-hatred and suicide.
At night, I try to find a place to park my run down VW hatchback where the police won’t find me. My six foot body is unable to stretch out in the diminutive space of the hatchback; it is warm and humid. I open the windows to get some air and a fleet of mosquitoes rush in to feast upon my crumpled body . . . .the mosquitos buzz around my ears like tiny banshees, chattering incessantly. I try to chase them away, but to no avail; I am scratching everywhere. God, how did I end up here? Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, and on I go with my mantra. It helps a little; so, I persist in my Jesus incantation. There is nothing else to do. I have no friends, no community. I am alone and feeling bereft. I am by the ocean; all I need do is walk into the water, and keep walking, and then as the water gets deeper, I could swim out to sea and drown. No one will find me. No one will care. I am overwhelmed by the seemingly endless darkness of my inner being.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Somewhere, in the vastness of the my clouded mind, I see a tiny speck of light, a star, perhaps? even the tiniest bit of light offers some small comfort in this otherwise bleak inner sea of darkness that has overwhelmed me. I am 57 years old. There is no hope. My life is over.
The year is now 2017. I AM here, and now. 14 years has passed since I had fallen into that deep dark crevasse, from which there appeared to be no escape. Yet, the Light of Love can reach anywhere, and in my hour of need, the Light came to me and helped me to rise up just enough to get my footing again. I did not know it at the time, but success was waiting for me to come to it.
There are many ways to define success; perhaps the most common definition describes some achievement, or award, fame, or riches. For me, success means, simply, to emerge from my suffering and to know peace.
One might wonder how the above picture of my life has anything to do with success, for it is a picture of a fallen soul, with virtually no hope for ever living a life of peace and happiness. Yet success implies a state of non-success and state from which one has come and measured against a present completion or fulfillment such as the classic success story of the “rags to riches” scenario.
My life reads more like a movement from the depths of despair to a place of well being and engagement with all of existence. I am happy and have realized a measure of success that exceeds anything that I had dreamed.
Success is a journey that comprises a completion of a goal along with all the elements leading to a higher place . . . it is everything, the bad, the good, and the ugly. To be alive is to be successful,
The late Maya Angelou said that “Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.” Basically, one’s level of success is directly proportionate to the level of love that can be experience within oneself. There is no such thing as a genuinely loving person who does not experience an inner love of his/her own existence.
When one reaches the latter stages of life, success can be measured more from the domain of an inner realization; are you happy with your life; did/ does your life have meaning; has it been well lived? I am pleased to answer this question in the affirmative.
I am happy today; I live in a loving and supportive community on Kaua’i. I enjoy my “work.” At 69 years of age, an age where most people are looking towards the rest of their years as a decline into a kind of doddering feebleness, I look upward to a new vision of possibility. I see only Light ahead of me; I envision my life as a movement into the fathomless wonders of an existence I never knew existed, an existence that beckons me onward to walk its light-filled path. More and more I experience the only Reality there is: Love. Love is forever the Light that guides my way into Forever.
Life is a divine and awesome mystery that I live in gratitude and wonder.
Indeed, when I lay, hopeless, and mosquito bitten in the back of the VW hatchback, I could barely imagine the life I am living now; here I am, engaged more fully with Life than I ever before. And now, I begin to dream, to envision a life filled with Love, engaged with others who share a similar intent. This is success: to consciously live life in Love and to share Love with others.
A panorama of possibility reveals itself as I release whatever debris may be left over from the experiences of the past. I Am that I Am; I am happy and I am in process of accessing greater and greater success (well-being) in my life. There are no limits.
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Aloha and Much Love to Everyone, to those who are reading this and those who are not. Happy Awesome and Emerging New Year!
I hardly know where to begin; this has been such an intense year, right up to the very end . . . up to this moment; so many equisite highs and (dare I say?) exquisite lows . . . a number of friends leaving their bodies, and a number of others facing some real “in the face” health challenges . . . you know, the kind where you feel locked in a body that may not be able to engage in existence anymore . . . where it is time to face your fears, confront what is calling to be faced, to forgive, let go of anger, and open up to Love, particularly for your own Being . . . in other words, LOVE YOURSELF, as never before.
2017 is coming in like a tsunami, ushering in a Brave New World, with powerful forces erupting out of the field of life reality, a reality that becomes less and less familiar to us . . . what used to be “Up” is now “down”, and the downs are now up, left is right and right is left. Everything appears to be the opposite of what it was.
Reality as we know it looks more and more like Salavador Dali’s painting of Time.
Yet, the son/sun shines on, and shines and shines, like a silent, but oddly loving Light, that continues to support the life as we know it, along with the stories we create. Yes, the Bright, stays Bright, neutral, nonjudgmental, and yet continuing to illumine the many paths that we all tread. I love the Light; I keep my vision on the Light all ways, except the times when I forget, getting embroiled in the bizarre stories that cloud one’s vision, wiggling around like worms that have been unearthed. As Leonard Cohen (who recently passed) says, “there is a crack in everything; that’s how the Light gets in.”
We will experience a lot of cracks in 2017, but always remember, the crack is where the Light gets in. 2017, for me, is the year of the Great Light. As the foundations of the civilization we have known for so long begin to crumble, and even ignite, there is something, the “Light”, that shines brilliantly behind all of it.
Life remains a mystery to me, and so I pray, forgive, love, and continue to turn towards the Light, weaving my own story of light, interweaving with other brave and powerful souls who are waking up in the midst of it all, sharing their gifts, and finding new and wondrous ways to share the love that they/we are.
And, so, I wish you all the most extraordinary year; a year of Awakening, of Loving, of Allowing and reaching states of Being heretofore unexplored. This can be scary, exhilarating, despairing at times, but the LIGHT IS, Always . . . the Light is . . . unrelenting, forever . . .embracing . . .Loving . . . cajoling, and sharing a Wisdom, that, somehow, makes sense of it all.
We all have access to the “Inner Mother Mary” the Inner Light, that implores us to listen, speaking and whispering words of wisdom, letting us know that there will be an answer . . . Let it Be.
Thank you, Paul McCartney
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As Children, we reach the shore of Life connected to Source. The expansiveness of our Existence flows through our tiny Being of Heart and we experience Everything deeply as our sense of I and Another isn’t quite formed. The Inner-connectedness to All of Life is palpable, we are wide open loving curious and at awe – The World is our Playground. Along this Voyage, we undergo a journey of Dis-connection from Source and our True Essence. A sense of Alienation begins to pervade our Existence and to a great extent, we grow far from our Heart and begin to neglect the Spiritual dimension of our Being.
Mankind has been walking here, largely unconscious, for a time; imprisoned by the trivial whilst negating our Glorious Existence. Our Story here is far larger and more Magnificent than we tend to believe. The Truth we embody will present itself as a relentless Inner Impulse which demands possibly the greatest decision each will make: undertaking our most Sacred Journey – the Journey WithIn.
The collective human community has been in a Disoriented state as past conditioning propelled us to seek external pursuits and much distractions. We have been, to a great degree, shaping the world we live in whilst Abandoning our greatest Centre of Power. Our luminous Radiance and Creative capacity have been neglected as a result of our Spiritual Estrangement. We forgot our Role and Potency in the Cosmic Dance and Universal Arena. Alas, our earthly existence will present us with situations and conditions which will demand our Honest appraisal and will ultimately provide an Impetus for our Expansion.
This Inner Journey can be overwhelming, many feel lonely and at times destabilized. Nevertheless, the Interior Quest provides us our most Potent and Fundamental Transformation. We Recognize and Accept that a large part of this Earthly Existence is to Awaken us to our Magnificence. In our search, we glean deeper insights into Unconscious Tendencies and eventually reach a space of Clarity that permeates our Being. Our Hearts widen and a profound sense of Compassion imbues our Life. As we Awaken from our long slumber Humility begins to pervade our Existence and we see with great Transparency the Collective Compass and Purpose. A nourishing Coherence suffuses our Life and our Creative Force begins to Flow.
May you Honor the Brilliant Powerful Spirit that is You.
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Even though handwriting is being minimized during this era of questionable focus on electronic forms of communication, cursive writing will again rise to its key position in the future academic world. This time, however, handwriting and the alphabet letters will be recognized as an alchemical science and as a curriculum for attaining spiritual sovereignty.
The Spiritual Blueprint
The thought of you existed in the mind of the Creator beyond time. In your creation, a revelation and expression of the Divine Mind, there is a unique design that is distinctively you.
Your incarnation on the earth is for you to responsibly activate, mature, and express the unique divine qualities, talents, and spirit of the Creator that you are.
What you are doing to know yourself, how you are wisely and intelligently progressing your mind, your heart, and spirit is pictured for you in your handwriting. The writing movements and shaping of the alphabet letters tell your story. You can change the story, if you like, through the alchemical science of cursive writing.
Take a moment and in cursive write the word “Light’. In the creation of that empowering word, you involved multiple areas of your mind. In forming the letter ‘L’ , you reached into the upper area of your brain/mind. To what realm of your mind that you connected with depended upon your degree of neurological and mental development. The exalted meaning of the letter ‘L’ is, “what I am in Spirit, I express in the world.”
In creating the small letter ‘i’, you involved another part of your brain/mind, an area that relates to practical expression of memory, observation, and accuracy.
The letter ‘g’ tells you to change all challenging patterns into those that result in desirable experiences. In designing the letter ‘g’, you activate another area of your brain/mind, one that is involved in your power to change and manifest what you desire.
Cursive writing is a unifying movement of your consciousness. In writing the letter ‘h’ you move from the practical and experiential area of your brain/mind up to the realm of ideals and dreams. Again, to what realm you take yourself is depended upon your attitudes and meaning you hold for your life.
When you are sincere in your desires, you will take the initiative to have your dream(s) be a reality. The quality of initiative, also a part of the letter ‘h’, relates to the expressive area of your brain/mind.
The word ‘Light’ finishes with the letter ‘t’. How appropriate!
This power letter registers your degree of will, confidence, enthusiasm, and motivation. In creating a balanced, supportive letter ‘t’, you integrate left/right activities of your mind to accomplish that which you are holding as your intention.
In all the movements you made in consciously creating the word ‘Light’, you simultaneously influenced your soul light, your spiritual aura, and your physiological well-being. Cursive writing with a meditative aware presence is an enlightening and alchemical movement of attaining spiritual sovereignty.
The Letter Archetypes
The letter archetypes arc the original models of divine qualities, powers, wisdom, and knowledge. Each letter archetype is an intelligent aspect of the Spirit of Love willing to assist you in fully awakening your mind capacity. These archetypes likewise influence your physiological systems, cells, and atoms to awaken and evolve according to their impressed potential of consciousness.
The English alphabet is the channel through which the letter archetypes connect with you. When you value who your are and attentively design the alphabet letters, you create a resonance with the alphabet archetypes. Through their cosmic power transformations happen in mental awareness, emotional expression, and neurological connections.
Each alphabet letter is like a vessel of gold offering you the wisdom and knowledge that encourages you to be the royal king-queen of your consciousness, a manifestation of spiritual sovereignty.
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Your Consciousness in Form
In an Interview with Angeline Welk
In reflecting on creation, we actually experience, contemplate. the signature of the Divine. We see many contrasts of the straight and the rounded line. Similarly, our handwriting, the signature of the evolving self is composed of various arrangements of the straight and rounded line.
Handwriting, Angeline continues is truly one’s “psychic pulse.” She refers to George Leonard in his book, Silent Pulse, who says that he believes that each individual is a hologram of the entire universe…that the essence and uniqueness of the whole person is expressed in certain parts—finger and voice prints, patterns of respiration, inner rhythm pulses and handwriting.
One’s handwriting, then, as a graphic expression of the self, is actually a movement of the soul. The expression reveals, in its soft and round movements, the degree of adaptation of its writer; in its richness of forms, his imagination; in its rhythm, his relation to the creative unconscious…literally a movement of inner dynamics into form!
The study of handwriting reveals the motivations and conflicts of its writer. Through a writing sample we see how the writer is oriented to his world, how he is adjusted physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually, the writing being a graphic chart of his thoughts and emotions.
As the mind and body function as an integrated unit, health exists when they are in harmony; illness and despair result when stress and conflict interrupt this process. This will be shown in one’s handwriting by its rhythm, flow, pressure, and balance.
Angeline relates that the approach she likes to use when working with clients is to identify the assests and liabilities. At this point, she stresses how they can influence any aspect in the direction they choose. Our past, or foundation years, also leave their imprint, and Angeline feels her work is to lead her clients to realize their innate potential. This is achieved by her work in script therapy.
In an interview with Marlene Myhre, Sedona, AZ.
You may contact Angeline Welk at (808) 808-826-0234 or
Alefangel@gmail.com . For more knowledge on handwriting,
Visit her website, www.ourlivingalphabet.com
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Transformation of the Muse’s Handwriting
(see below for the BEFORE and AFTER)
I decided to take the handwriting course because I felt that by changing the way I wrote, I could achieve a more integrated and in-depth relationship with my inner being.
The changes that happened to me so far are:
A true appreciation of the power and beauty of the alphabet letters; a more balanced and consistent state of being; and an enhanced sense of self-esteem.
I am truly grateful to have taken this course from Angeline and know that I have received a gift that continues to be a blessing in my life.
Richard was very committed to improving his handwriting and his life. Note the care with which he is now creating his letters. See the rhythmic consistency of this writing of June 14 compared to January 30, 2012. Also, note how Richard’s initial “I” form is incomplete, stopping the flow of masculine power and confidence. This has greatly changed now, with Richard moving forward with a new sense of self. Opening and completing letters such as “h”, “l”, “g”, and “y’s” all have added to his realization of a bigger picture of himself.
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Life on Kaua’i: Wild Pigs in Paradise By Gabriela Taylor
author of “Geckos & Other Guests: Tales of a Kaua‘i Bed & Breakfast”
Snorting grunt sounds wake me up in the middle of the night. Baffled at first, I finally emerge from a fog and think that pigs must be poking around somewhere on my property. When the grunts intensify, however, I become alarmed and realize that hogs are climbing the hill to my house. My large furnished lanai is open on one side and its centerpiece, a lush indoor garden, would serve as a delectable gourmet grazing ground for the hungry beasts. Scary thoughts of wild, long tusked, razor-backed, boars pillaging the lanai race through my mind— like a train to hell.
Over the years, country living has allowed a menagerie of unwanted animals to parade through my yard. Among them are: a gaggle of snapping geese, ti leaf chopping cows, a screeching peahen that settled in for 3 months, a herd of goats and now wild boar. In fact, voracious wild pigs are creating havoc all over the island of Kaua’i. Pigs prance down from the mountains in search of food and ruthlessly tear up vegetable gardens, ornamental plants and can even be found rooting around beach resorts. Soil erosion and loss of native plants are serious problems, but what about the tourist industry? Somehow, a “wild pigs in paradise” picture does not fit the happy Hawaiian holiday cliché that lures tourists. Reflecting on the saying,“ if you get a lemon, make lemonade”, I ponder; how can this potential problem become an asset? One idea: clever advertising would feature wild boar BarBQ as sustainable organic fare in our island gourmet restaurants. Although, I have never eaten wild boar, it only seems responsible to consume game that has been killed— and to give thanks.
The clock says 2 AM when I jump out of bed, run out on the second story lanai and begin yelling relentlessly, ”Get out of here!” Understandably alarmed, my neighbor comes crashing through the dense foliage ready to scare off a human intruder. ‘It’s the pigs’ I say, “They’re on a rampage.” I am aware that my explanation seems bizarre since, by this time, the pigs have become as silent as deer and no predator, man or beast, is visible in the inky night. My neighbor looks up at me standing on the lanai like an apparition in my white nightgown, shakes his head, says, “good luck”, and disappears. It is apparent that my sanity is in question if not completely negated. By now, the mute pigs don’t seem threatening, even to me, so I fall back into bed, and repress the drama like a bad dream. I remember nothing about it when I wake up.
It is deja vu a few days later when I spot three little, red-brown pigs, perhaps teenagers, nosing around my yard in broad daylight. It jolts my memory to recall the night-marauding pigs. Now, these scoundrels are rooting up some of my favorite ornamental plants, an extensive bank of bromeliads. Would my orchids be next? The next day six spotted swine appear (they seem to group in triplicate just like the nursery rhyme) to scope out the territory. Alas, the following morning broken bromeliads lie scattered on the ground like sacrificial offerings to a hog god. This is serious; I call for help.
My neighbor, I’ll call him Robin Hood, comes by with bow and arrow, (thankfully, when I am away), kills, then later smokes and eats the pork. The following day, Robin Hood’s son, a young tattooed man with bulging muscles, brings over traps. After he scopes out the property and finds likely sites to set them, I ask him, ”what about my cat?” This plan seems sketchy, slow and somewhat dangerous to my pet. And I’m not betting on traps eliminating all 5 remaining pigs in a timely fashion. Maybe there are more, perhaps 9,12 or even 15 pigs waiting to pillage! My bromeliads have suffered severe damage and will be completely decimated if the pigs persist much longer. Still looking for a quick fix, I call the Ag extension man. But he has no other ideas than those that the men are already trying.
A friend of mine has dealt with a wild pig problem successfully in a non-violent way. The once wild pig, named Petunia Hawg, wanders around or sleeps somewhere in his neighborhood until it’s time to eat. Both early morning and late afternoon, Petunia appears punctually at the back door and rubs up against the deck until food is placed in her pot. She no longer destroys gardens and everyone is happy. OK, that is a peaceful solution for one animal, but feeding 6 grunting pigs twice a day is not my calling.
A big break through occurs at my place. My housemate goes online and discovers the Predator Pee,com website. The principle of this strange strategy is that specific animal urine scents, such as wolf, bobcat, coyote and fox will deter specific predators. I briefly reflect upon how on earth anyone would collect pee from those animals and decide that I don’t want to know, although I am excited about the promise of purging pigs in such a peaceful way. The website says that mountain lion pee is guaranteed to drive off desert animals such as armadillos and javalinas, as well as wild boar. I immediately place an order online.
I can’t bear the thought of dispensing liquid pee, but thankfully they offer an alternative form: crystalline mountain lion pee. Since it has to be shipped from the mainland to Hawaii, I have time to anguish over my diminishing bromeliad bed and talk to people about the problem. Robin Hood’s son comes by to check the traps and reports that they have captured 2 pigs. He is skeptical when I tell him about the mountain lion pee, saying that Hawaiian pigs have never been exposed to lions, so where would the fear come from? That makes sense, but I hope he is wrong.
Finally, one afternoon, I see the brown UPS truck climbing my driveway and get excited. When I tell the deliveryman what’s in the box, he boosts my confidence for its potential by saying that it must work by genetic memory rather than by a learned response. Immediately, I rip open the box and find 2 cylindrical containers, like oversized saltshakers. Indiscreetly, I hold one up to my nose and take a whiff, which almost knocks me off my feet. Feeling like a sorceress who should be chanting magic words, I sprinkle pee crystals around the perimeter of the bromeliad bed. Would these strange, strong and smelly crystals make pigs flee on their tiny hoofs with disgust or fear— or both? Will it work?
Several months later, I can report that no plant-plundering pigs have returned to my property. Elated with success, I email the pee man at to see if they have pee to ward off pesky wild chickens. The reply is informative, but disappointing. They say that chickens do not have a highly developed sense of smell, therefore making it impossible to provide a scent that would scare them away from my vegetable garden. I have a theory. Way back at the beginning, the rooster smell gene became weak when it was intimidated by the sound gene.
Read Gabriela’s Book –
“Geckos & Other Guests: Tales of a Kaua’i Bed & Breakfast”
“People Don’t Stop Playing Because They Grow Old; They Grow Old Because They Stop Playing”
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In reading a legend about the Mo’o, the lizard, the writer emphasizes the metaphorical need for every human to be grounded, belly to the Earth, front claws open to search and inquire, back claws in solid foundation to support growth, and then there is the tail. The tail that encompasses our growth in the sturdiness of our past. A-ha: The past.
Growth and Expansion
Clarity of the Heart
Claw for what is in front of you, and when you see it, rest your belly on the land beneath you in gratitude for the moment expressed. Swish your tail to remember that what lies behind you gives you the balance of what lies ahead, and if you trust the beat of your own path, all will be clear.
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That is a question that many of you could be asking; without my brilliant techie friend, Kirk VandenBerghe, along with his partner and soul mate, Sandy Breckenridge, the “HeartBeat of Kaua’i” would still be a wistful thought fleeting through the mind of “the muse.”
The Kaua’i MuseLetter, which began as a small writing project around 2001, and which gradually blossomed into a full-on email networking publication with over 2,000 participants by 2010, has finally transformed into the next generation of the community network.
I first envisioned a web site for “The Kaua’i MuseLetter” a few years ago, but it would be some time before the dream of an online presence would materialize into reality. I wondered whether the MuseLetter would ever fulfill its potential of a higher level of contribution to the community that it served. Although I enjoyed producing the MuseLetter, it was an increasing challenge to keep up the pace and attention necessary to produce a quality and productive publication.
A Miraculous Event
Yet miraculous events often occur during the times when you least expect them. Around five weeks ago, I was visiting with my good friends, Kirk and Sandy. I had always had a fantasy that Kirk would be the one to build my web site, and we even talked about it at some point a year ago. But the conversation waned and the possibility receded into the quantum field of possibility from which it came. Besides, I thought, Kirk is just too busy.
Kirk is one of the most focused and productive people I know; he is a master web site developer and, along with Sandy, his partner, has created a highly successful online business. They buy and retrofit dysfunctional web sites, and transform them into full and productive vehicles on the web. (Like retrieving an old broken down ocean tanker and modernizing it into a sleek ocean liner.) They have over 20 sites online, but here are some of the leaders:
Because of the nature of their business, Kirk and Sandy need to keep pace with the swiftly changing currents of Internet search engines in order to maintain the highest possible web rankings for their sites. Kirk is so absorbed with servicing web sites, initiating new projects, and conducting his consulting business, that there is little time to commit to additional outside business activities, other than providing some minor support to close friends and associates.
The Brief Window of Time
Perhaps it was an opening in the quantum matrix, or an angel whispering in Kirk’s ear… whatever it was, Kirk said to me, “Look Richard, I think I know how we can create your web site. We can use the ‘ClassiPress‘ add-on to WordPress, which will also provide you with a blog. That way, people will be able to easily list their needs on your site and you will have a blog for your own writing projects. You can even offer guest blogging opportunities to specific people in the community. I have a small window of time right now before I leave for the mainland for a few months and get swept away in other projects, so you need to let me know immediately if you would like me to put up your site.”
Surprised by Joy!
Kirk’s offer took me totally by surprise; for a moment I did not comprehend the depth and generosity of his offer. “Did he just offer to build my site for me? Kirk . . . build my site?” Since I thought I might be dreaming, I decided to say, “Yes, of course,” just to see what would happen. “Could Kirk be serious?” I thought to myself. Well, Kirk was serious and he replied, “Great, let’s get started!”
The next day, Kirk was up and running, moving swiftly into the “HeartBeat” project with the same focus and attention that had become the hallmark of Kirk’s work ethic over the years; Kirk had participated in countless similar projects before that would eventually become online success stories. (Kirk was not going to make money on this project. “We will work out something, Richard.”) And so we were off!
Traveling at Warp
For the next three weeks, like the Star Trek Enterprise traveling at warp, Kirk dove into the architecture of the ClassiPress universe, mastering the intimacies of the system with the same zeal that enabled him to figure out countless systems before. As he worked, Kirk gave me various writing and processing assignments that enabled him to function as swiftly and smoothly as possible. I could barely keep up with his pace, and was full of questions that Kirk answered patiently, yet, perhaps with a bit of testiness after I would ask him the same thing several times over. Kirk was at warp, and I could barely do better than impulse.
But, I kept up well enough and in three weeks the finished product was ready for launch. Kirk was not about to waste any time… “OK, let’s do it. Let’s take the site Live . . . . NOW!” (Procrastination is not one of Kirk’s attributes.)
And so, we did; in one of my final communications with the “old” Kaua’i MuseLetter, I informed the community of “an immediate shift in the form of the MuseLetter from a strictly email-based system to a more sophisticated Presence that would be able to handle the information flow more effectively.”
The website went “Live”; astonishingly, over 200 people logged on to “HeartBeat, in the first 48 hours of its appearance; with the brightness of a nascent nova, “HeartBeat” was borne into existence. After a long and somewhat laborious pregnancy, “HeartBeat” emerged, healthy, happy, dynamic and fully alive.
Now, a couple of weeks later, “HeartBeat” continues to perform smoothly and efficiently, with little interruption and no “bugs.” I can already feel “HeartBeat” expanding into new and exciting possibilities of service. I think I may finally take a little vacation to one of the most beautiful, awesome spots on the planet… Kaua’i. With great gratitude, thank you, Kirk, and thank you, Sandy.
Aloha and Namaste
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How do you measure and define success? Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, and on and on and on, I call out to Jesus, the only name I could think of who, perhaps, could help my troubled mind and tormented soul. The year is 2,000; I am homeless on Kaua’i, my aging mother is […]
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