My mother in this place rests in the dabs and strokes of her Three Volcano painting. I cleaned it with moistened cotton swabs, gently washing tobacco smoke and dust decades old. My mother in this place drips red and orange paints, the angry lava she had never seen down the slopes of one of these three mysterious volcanoes. And I know she dreamed of this future where the morning sun rises over Mauna Kea, the Snowy Mountain, Mauna Loa, the Long Mountain and Hualalai, the Jagged Mountain – all three dangerously dormant. Tera, my mother, saw this 70 years ago and dreamed it into being.
Aloha Blog Buddies! You can continue to find rants and musings on my Writer’s Website, CGTripp Enterprises. As part of my ongoing effort to own my material, I think it’s best they all be found there. Soon, this will be gone, so be sure to check out http://www.cgtrippenterprises.com for future blog entries. Here is anContinue reading “Listening to Amy”
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