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-catcher' is circling into the story of your huli (getting ready to leave your personal ocean).

Your mommy wondered if I was surprised to know a midwife is going tobe part of your arrival. I told her, no. I have great respect for baby-catchers. I was excited to know it! While Mahina shined her bright la'au gown of brightness and Pueo hooted in the dark woods, I told the story of how your daddy arrived at sunset, on September 27, 1972.

STORIES are memories that itch to be told, and are like babies wanting to dive into the flow of pictures and words in a circle game. Last night I told the story of two wonderful people who, a long time ago, made sure birthing babies, and caring for them was THE MOST important and natural stories.

I told the story of how your daddy was born, not with a midwife (who we thought was going to catch your daddy) but with one of those wonderful people -- Dr. Morris Gold. Maybe, your daddy or mommy will tell you that story someday.

Here is a picture of the place where your daddy was born, at Sunrise, September 27, 1972. Your Tutu gave birth to your daddy in a small and simple room in Dr. Morris Gold's office. Today, that place is Gold Park. Someday, you might visit that park. It is in Lynnwood, Washington.

And the story will continue like a circle game.

Gold Park in Lynnwood, Washington

A hui hou Little Frog.

💙💚💜 from your Two Tutus!!!

Awhile ago, I wrote this medicine story, inspired by many things, but through the telling inspired by the memory of Morris and Barbara Gold. "Nine is for endings ..." begins here.

Sometime, you may have time to read this tale that circles round and over and under truths and fairytales.