Counting the magic

Today is a beautiful day. Last night was a beautiful night. The moon was full in the sky almost all the night through. Inside our vardo, that's what our wagon home is called by the Romani. "Vardo" in their language means 'rose' ... I like thinking of our wagon as a rose on two wheels.

Today the air is clean, and breathing in feels sweet. My nose and my lungs say, "ah, love it!" I went to visit the four goats today. They love to eat. They eat almost anything. Banana peels are one of their favorites, but we have to remember to peel of the sticky labels on the peel. Goats cannot digest labels, it will make them feel bad. So we remember to take the peels off after we eat the fruit.

Here is a little video of my first feeding of our food scraps to the four goats. I count this as magic. Everyday there's magic, if you look at it that way.

The goat's names are: Quartz, Princess Lea, Cookie and Queen Anne.

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Welcome "Little Frog" Carter

Hey, hey what a terrific day! So so happy you made the journey Can't wait to play, tell stories, and Go swimming together, backstrokin' And pickin' tomatoes or ukulele Come what may. Wow, you are a loved and welcomed little boy, Carter. You arrived on a Monday, November 23, 2020 shortly after mid-day, 12:10 P.M. at home in Kane'ohe, on O'ahu. From this Camp Bamboo with the other three humans, four goats, three chickens (until Jude finds three more because they -- Jude and Tutu Pete -- built a bigger chicken coop) one cat and a dog ... Welcome to the world and our 'ohana 😘😘😘 Your Two Tutus getting ready to backstroke with you.

The Mo'o Quilt

Once upon a time, Carter, there was a mo'o. This mo'o was an old woman who had so many stories living in her it was sometimes hard to tell where one story started and the next began. So, that clever old woman took to her favorite tools, and began to sew and stitch. The Mo'o had bits and pieces of cloth that she was fond of. One bit was actually old pillow cases, washed and cleaned, and filled with the dreams and journeys that spilled from your Two Tutu's heads when they slept upon the pillowcases. The other bit of cloth was a colorful, never-used before cloth filled with Bird of Paradise flowers. The Mo'o cut and laid out the two bits of cloth imagining how a blanket could be sown together to be a story quilt for a very special family -- her family/your family, Carter -- who lives across the Great Moana Nui, the great big Pacific Ocean. Once a picture was pa'a in The Mo'o's mind she pulled out her sewing machine and sewed the bits of cloth that had B...

Circle Game

Good morning Little Frog, Last night was a very chilly night. Winter is coming to this Camp Bamboo. Mahina, the moon, was just coming up. I could see her behind the trees. I was thinking about you, and your Dad and your Mom. I took a chance the little cellphone would be in the vibe, and connection flow. It was that kind of night, I called your daddy's number, the little cellphone was IN THE VIBE. I was leaving a message. But I saw your daddy was already calling me back! Your daddy was in the yard, watering. He talked about the tomatoes growing, especially curious he was, about the little yellow pear-shaped tomatoes that grow on a different kind of vine. I said I knew those tomatoes and like the taste of them. We had one beautiful and magic conversation while Mahina watched us. It's a very good year for avocados. Yum, lucky you folks!! "The midwife came for breakfast today," your daddy said. "WOW!" I said. It was a very cool thing to know a 'baby-catc...

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