Anthurium

Is there a flower more — hmm– erotic than this?

Probably. But right now I’m staring at a vase full of deep pink, red and white anthuriums, trying to capture an image that isn’t phallic or otherwise suggestive. Like this. (Or is it just me?)

Anthurium
Anthurium

 

I think I’ve succeeded. This one looks rather sweet.

Pink on Brocade
Pink on Brocade

 

Mmmmm…  alien?

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Romantic…

Yin and Yang
Yin and Yang

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Just pretty.

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Black Out Lily

“If you have two loaves of bread, sell one and buy a lily.”

The Chinese proverb had it right. Even if you have only two pennies in your pocket, use one to buy a lily. A loaf of bread will nourish your body. A lily’s beauty will feed your soul.

Red Lily
Red Lily

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Lilies are said to bring good luck and in Chinese language symbolizes “to be forever in love.”

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Lilium

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Lily macro
Lily macro

Lilies were used to treat depression and toxicity. But watch out, they’re toxic to cats!

 

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This beauty is called the Black Out Lily. I shot it in front of various backgrounds and with different lighting set ups, including the high key image above. Overexposing it makes it look delicate and ephemeral.

But it’s known for its deep red color and blackened centers. I adore it.

Breathtaking!

Black Out Lily
Black Out Lily

 

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Hibiscus Dream

Hibiscus Dream

I found inspiration in our yard, where a tiny, foot-tall hibiscus plant finally bloomed.

First bloom
First blooms

I bought this and one other plant from Jill Coryell, aka The Hibiscus Lady, whom I’ve profiled in this blog, here: http://www.jademoon808.com/2014/04/01/the-hibiscus-lady/.

These mini hybrids are exquisite– straw yellow backs, purple and pink in front. Like little floral gems calling out to be plucked and displayed.

So the next day, when another flower unfurled, I did.

Hibiscus and Candle
Hibiscus and Candle

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To give you an idea of scale, I placed it in a tiny Japanese teacup.

Hibiscus Tea
Hibiscus Tea

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Hibiscus Tea
Hibiscus Tea

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Jill named this flower Joe Friedman, after a man who played one of the little people in the Wizard of Oz. Such a prosaic name for this delicate beauty, although I appreciate the story behind it.

I hope “Joe” lives for a long time and is prolific, unlike my poor gardenia plant, which met a tragic end– the victim of an unknown disease.

Farewell, sweet Gardenia
Farewell, sweet Gardenia

 

 

Genie, you’re not free (and we miss you)

Before we get to the article, which was posted in MidWeek on August 20, I’d like to share an email I received just this morning in response to the column. I (of course) have not included the person’s name. 

“Aloha – 

I appreciate your August 20, 2014 article in the Midweek regarding the untimely death of celebrity Robin Williams, and the chain reaction it may cause for his loved ones and others suffering from a similar diagnosis; I am one of these people. Your article targeted all the emotions and symptoms I struggle with daily and simultaneously presents tangible methods to deal with it.

“I’ve filed the article and will refer to it often, especially during moments of uncertainty; and reflect on how my actions will affect my loved ones once I am gone. I appreciate your insight and caring voice, the voice of reason, which will carry me through another day.”

My column below. Please share it with a friend or loved one who is troubled. 

http://www.midweek.com/hawaii-lifestyle-news-opinions/moonlighting/robin-williams-suicide-survivors/

There was a picture circulating right after Robin Williams’ death that disturbed me. Williams, in his Genie character, and Aladdin hugging. The caption: “Genie, you’re free.”

No.

Robin Williams is not “free.” He is gone. And it’s permanent.

What’s more, he has left behind loved ones who do not see him as being “free,” just gone. Forever.

I know it is human nature to try to make sense of things we don’t understand. I know people try to romanticize, sentimentalize, soften a tragedy that is so, so hard to bear. But think about the message you’re sending to others who are so depressed they’re thinking of ending it, too.

They’re looking at that and thinking, “Ah, he’s free. And everyone loves him even more. I can be free, too.”

Because that is what they long for and maybe, just maybe, this could give them the “permission” to carry out the act.

Dr. Martin Johnson, founder of Hawaii Center for Psychology, says this is a dangerous time for people who are depressed.

“Whenever there is a widely reported suicide as has been the case with Mr. Williams, there is frequently an increase in the suicide rate. This is thought to be a product of many people who are depressed and having suicidal thoughts being influenced by the act of a famous celebrity.”

Martin says it’s critical to use this time wisely. Encourage people to reach out for help by talking to a mental health professional, or calling the Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK (8255).

Now is the time to think very carefully about what you’re saying and the messages you’re giving. Realize that your words could be very hurtful to others who have the same disease, and to the loved ones fighting to keep them alive.

Let’s turn our attention to the people who hurt the most after a person commits suicide: the survivors.

They’re already asking themselves some terrible questions . They’re dealing with incredible pain.

Recognize, Johnson says, that grieving for a loved one is difficult under any circumstance. In the case of suicide, it can be even worse because of intense survivor guilt. “People often get caught up in the question of why. It’s difficult to accept that often there is no answer to this question.”

That guilt and uncertainty may be the hardest things to accept. Because you’re already asking and asking: What didn’t I see? What could I have done? Why wasn’t I there? Why did I miss the signs? Why couldn’t I stop it from happening?

Martin says it’s better to focus on questions of how. As in, “How do I take care of myself? How do I honor the memory of my loved one? How do I make meaning out of an otherwise senseless act?”

Martin says that after being exposed to “the ultimate form of self-destruction,” it is important to be kind to yourself and to others.

And this, he says, includes allowing for the possibility of feeling angry. Anger is quite common in cases of suicide. “After all, suicide is a form of abandonment.”

Survivors are surprised by these angry feelings, which makes them feel even guiltier.

But Martin stresses that all of your feelings are legitimate and worthy of expression and sharing. Talk with someone you trust, whether it’s a friend, a loved one or a professional.

Now, here’s where we as a society could do better.

We tend to talk and talk about depression and mental health whenever something shocks us — a high-profile suicide, a mass killing. But after the initial shock and grief wear off, we drop the ball. We forget all our good intentions until the next tragic incident.

Martin says we need to do better.

“I recently have started talking about a simple but some might say radical idea that everyone get a mental-health checkup. We should treat psychology like dentistry — we spend time in the chair, some spend more than others, but there is no shame in that. It’s just something we do for our health!”

If you’re depressed and thinking of taking your own life, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).

If you’re hurting because of the suicide of a loved one, please reach out and talk to someone.

The number for the Hawaii Center for Psychology is 538-7793.

The important thing is to get the help you need.

 

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Summer Dahlias

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Pink Pansy Plumerias
Pink Pansy Plumerias

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Purple Tongue
Purple Tongue

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Morning Dew
Morning Dew

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Kate Welch

The ‘Aina cries for help. A young girl answers.

My column in MidWeek gives voices to many people. I am impressed with Kate Welch, a Ho’ala middle schooler who is wise beyond her years. This column ran in the July 9th issue of MidWeek, but I think it deserves a wider audience.

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What kind of Hawaii are we bequeathing to our children?

Kate Welch thinks about it. She thinks about it a lot. The Ho’ala School seventh-grader wrote an essay, Ka’ena: A Journey Through Time, that earned her a spot as one of the winners in the 2014 My Hawaii Story Contest.

I read it and was impressed, saddened, encouraged. Impressed by the writing skills of this 13-year-old girl. Saddened by the reality of what she is seeing all around her in her Island home. Encouraged by the beauty of her vision — and by her response to the cry of the earth.

I don’t usually do this, but I’m including most of her essay as is. Kate wants the story to be shared by as many people as she can reach, and I’m happy to help. This is a young woman who deserves to be heard.

I’m walking on the beach as water and sand swirl around my ankles and between my toes. Waves crash upon the rocks, and salt spray fills the air around me. Looking toward Ka’ena Point, I feel relaxed and at peace.

As I continue my trek along the coast, my happiness is shattered when I look up toward the nearby land and notice broken glass, food wrappers and cigarette butts spread across the dirt roads made by trucks, ATVs and dirt bikes. Along the coast, fishing line and plastic bags are entwined throughout the cracks and crevices of the uplifted coral reef.

I almost trip over a clump of feathers, mixed with pieces of plastic and bones. I look closer and discover it’s a Laysan albatross carcass. 

I’m filled with sorrow and rage. This glorious and beautiful bird died because of our negligence. It ate our plastic trash bobbing on top of the ocean, thinking it was food to be shared with its baby.

Over the ear-splitting sounds from dirt bikes and trucks racing passed me, I hear the voice of the earth goddess, Papa, on the wind whipping around the coast. She cries and calls out, “What have you people done to your home? Your ‘ ina? Hawai’i?”

The voice fades away when I start walking towards the point. There is less and less trash. I hike until I reach the protective fence.

As I open, then walk through the gates, it feels like I’m going back to the time of our kupuna. Here, there is no trash! Here there are no dirt bikes, ATVs or trucks. I see the m l , flying freely over the cliffs and the ocean. The koa’e kea squawk and call out to each other while they search for caves to build their nests.

 

As I look along the beach, I see four ‘ lioholoikauaua (including one pup) sprawled out across the beach. Watching the monk seals makes me tired, and I drift off to sleep in the shade of the naupaka.

I dream of many wa’a off-shore. They are paddling back to land with mahimahi and ulua to share with their people. There is no plastic floating in the ocean. On land, there are no roads, only footpaths. The air is filled with the sounds of ancient oli, thanking the gods for providing food for the day.

It’s here in her essay that Kate wakes from her dream.

But — was it a dream? Kate, who wants to be a writer, marine biologist or environmental scientist, figures it was a message from a land crying for her help.

The clap of thunder in the distance snaps me out of my slumber. The ‘Īlioholoikauaua hear the storm as well and return to their underwater home. I move on and pass by several ‘ua‘u kani burrows. Nobody is home.

I remember hearing from my kumu that these birds only return to their burrows in March and lay a single white egg in June. This is the season for mōlī to nest at Ka‘ena. I walk until I find a very cheerful and fluffy mōlī chick waiting for its food.see that it’s turning late and the sun is starting to set over the horizon. The kohol are breaching in the distance. I thank the gods for showing me the Ka’ena of the past, and why we need to take care of our ‘ ina. This protected coastal ecosystem shows us what it could look like if we all cared for the rest of this spectacular coastline.

As I trek back to the trailhead, I notice the pa’u o hi’iaka and ‘ilima reclaiming the land. I pick up as much trash as I can possibly carry out of there. The bags are heavy and the trash smells horrible, but I’m helping to heal the ‘ ina.

I hear a whispered “Maika’i” from the gods. I will be back soon, and I will bring friends. Together we will care for this land we call home.

Mahalo, young Kate Welch, for giving voice to our ‘aina, and to our children.

Kate Welch

http://www.midweek.com/hawaii-lifestyle-news-opinions/moonlighting/kate-welch-2014-my-hawaii-story-contest/

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I’m official…

People have been asking me for years if I have a business card. To tell you the truth, after I left my full time career in news I didn’t see the need.

But that’s changed, now that folks are actually buying my photographs.

What I like about these is they’re like a little portfolio in my purse. I used a company called moo, http://us.moo.com/.

Information is rather minimal– name, website, email and cell. 

Speaking of the website, here’s the link: http://jade-moon.artistwebsites.com/index.html

I’ve added a few new images.

dahlia wm
Dahlia
flower shop Toronto
Flower Shop
Quiet
Quiet
Melange
Melange

The images can be printed in whatever medium you prefer– canvas, acrylic, metal, framed or unframed art print, greeting cards (get a pack of 10 or 25, a single card is too expensive) and even cell phone cases.

I didn’t start out intending to create a  business. The business found me. And it’s good as long as I’m having fun.

So far so good. Maybe I’ll hand one of these to you someday.

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Rose Trip

Trip inspired trip… flower power

What does a rose– and a psychedelic rose, at that– have to do with a trip?

If you’ve ever visited Kensington Market in Toronto, Canada, you’d know.

It’s not a mall or a market in the physical building sense of the word. It’s a tiny neighborhood– a collection of little shops and restaurants that ooze charm and color. It’s like a throwback to another era.

 

Like, totally trippy, man.

Trippy Yard
Trippy Yard

 

You do remember being a flower child?

Flower Power
Flower Power

 

And getting the munchies…

Pie, Please
Pie, Please

 

And pop art?

Burrito, please
Burrito, please

 

In Kensington, everything’s art.

The walls…

Flower girl
Flower girl

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cars…

Grass Guzzler
Grass Guzzler

 

Hippie Dippie
Hippie Dippie

 

Even the people…

tattoo girl

 

 

 

 

 

 

You were a hippie, admit it. Or your mom was.

But I digress.

I came home inspired. I wanted to create something in honor of Kensington Market. And since flowers are my thing, I came up with this…

Rose Trip
Rose Trip

Groovy, man.

Peace and love.

 

 

Photo by @spring2009

“Once in a Lifetime” concert– Queen + Adam Lambert

This isn’t a review. There’s no way I could write anything remotely objective.  These are my thoughts on being something I’ve never had the pleasure of being before– a fan.

If you take a magnifying glass to the image above and look right above the little “M” in “Music,” you’ll see a tiny black dot.

That’s me. Or rather, my black hair. And I’m screaming my throat out in a sea of bobbing heads and falling confetti.

Front row center, baby! Yesss!

And yes, I did travel from Hawaii to Toronto for this concert. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I was THIS CLOSE to Adam Lambert and Brian May.

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And no. No, I do not consider myself crazy, or “dangerously obsessed,” as one of my friends said. (I THINK he was joking…)

disco fever

But I am a fan and as such, I admit to a certain degree of obsession (After all, the word “fan” probably is short for “fanatic”).

But here’s the thing. That obsession breeds passion. Passion leads to exhilaration. That exhilaration sparks camaraderie among like-minded, equally enthusiastic people and hey, it’s all so much fun!

Best of all?  There is the sheer, unfettered, heart-thumping, eardrum-shattering JOY of standing amid a giant throng of 16-thousand swaying, rocking, fist-pumping, singing, screaming fans–  losing yourself in the music you love performed by artists you adore.

What a thrill. What a high.

What a night.

This wasn’t a concert as much as a musical thrill ride. Queen’s catalog is so rich, vast and varied it careens breathlessly (but never randomly)– from thrash metal (Stone Cold Crazy); to stompin’, clappin’ sing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs rock-n-roll (Fat Bottomed Girls, Tie Your Mother Down).

There is the tripped out, blissed out, glissando sliding, singing guitar of Queen legend Brian May (let’s face it, he IS a guitar god).

Brian May in Toronto

 

And then, of course, there’s Adam Lambert.

Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you

May and Queen drummer Roger Taylor describe his voice as “one in a million.” Who’s going to argue with a couple of rock icons?

Who else (besides Freddie) has the power, the theatrical sensibilities– not to mention the chutzpah– to outright own everything from rocker stompers to power ballads to the deliciously dishy camp of Killer Queen?

After two decades as a journalist observing from the sidelines, watching others lose their shit over sports teams, actors, musicians, TV shows and even video games, I finally get to do it myself. And now I understand what being a fan is all about.

It’s love.

I know what you’re about to say and no– I haven’t gone over the deep end. Much.

And I know it’s not the same kind of love you feel for your spouse or your child or your closest friends. Wouldn’t it be silly to equate fan love with romantic or familial love? I’m not silly. I’m a fan.

And I repeat– It. Is. Love.

It’s love of an ideal. We are attracted to beautiful, exciting, wonderful things. Things that make us feel good. Things that stir our emotions and draw on our great capacity for loyalty.

Whether it’s an artist, a book, an athlete, a team, a movie, a band–  it’s something or someone you admire, respect, exult in, revel in, want to be around, wish the best for, care about deeply.

You give them the gift of your devotion. They give back the gifts of their talent and their equally passionate desire to make you happy.

It’s give and take, desire and emotion. It’s passion and participation.

It’s love.

 

Big MAHALO to TALCVids for the excellent videos. If you have some time, check out their other vids from the concert. I recommend “Love of my Life,” Brian May’s love song to Freddie Mercury. 

 Queen + Adam Lambert have completed their North American tour and are headed to Japan,  Australia and New Zealand.

SET LIST

1. Now I’m Here 

2. Stone Cold Crazy

3. Another One Bites The Dust

4. Fat Bottomed Girls

5. Lap Of The Gods

6. Seven Seas Of Rhye

7. Killer Queen

8. Somebody To Love

9. I Want It All 

10. Love Of My Life

11. ’39 Brian

12. Days Of Our Lives Roger

13. Under Pressure

14. Dragon Attack

15. Who Wants To Live Forever

16. Guitar Solo

17. Tie Your Mother Down

18. Radio Ga Ga

19. Crazy Little Thing Called Love

20. The Show Must Go On 

21. Bo Rhap

22. We Will Rock You

23. We Are The Champions

Toronto Monday 28th July



 

Thanks, Ward

Shades of ginger… a series

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I was feeling a bit under the weather so my husband brought these home to cheer me up.

Thanks, Ward
Thanks, Ward

But when someone gives me flowers I go a little crazy.

Pink Torch
Pink Torch

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You might even say I’m obsessed. But, hey, they’re so cool!

Pink and Blue, all grown up
Pink and Blue, all grown up

So exotic.

Flame
Flame

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Beautiiful.

Torchlight
Torchlight

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Aloha!