Author Archives: Diane Traina

And then the sky cleared

Our first day on Kauai was windy, overcast and rainy. It was a chilly day, for Kauai anyway, hovering in the upper 60s. I’m sure my friends and family back home are smirking as they read this because they’re experiencing temperatures in the 20s right now. However, this weather was a blessing because we were so out of it from traveling that we weren’t able to do much anyway. A warm sunny day would have lured us out of our room sooner to do hiking or paddling but I think we really needed to just recover. We did make it to a grocery store to get breakfast food, snacks and beverages though. While we were out, we also drove west along the coast to check out a blowhole at the Spouting Horn site. Blowholes occur sporadically around the islands where ocean water is forced into ancient lava tubes and shoots up into the air with a big “whoosh” sound. They’re pretty cool to watch and can send the water up 30 feet sometimes. It was a great day to see Spouting Horn because the ocean was rough with big crashing waves.

While driving towards Spouting Horn, the sight of OC6s (6 person outrigger canoes) caught our eye. We turned the car around and headed back to a small park and harbor where the local outrigger canoe club was quickly securing their canoes from the wind. The canoes were being stored for a few months for the winter without their amas and iakos attached. This leaves the canoes in a vulnerable state; evidently it was windy enough that one of them rolled half way across the park. We (mostly Bill) helped them get their boat moved and secured. It was nice to meet some fellow paddlers. This time of year in Hawaii is considered “OC1 season” where the temperature is a bit cooler and the waves and wind get intense at times. The outrigger clubs take a break with their OC6’s for a few months and those who have the means and ambition, focus on their OC1 skills.

We woke the next day to puffy clouds, blue sky and the sun. After being under Ithaca’s cold and grey skies, seeing the sun felt a bit surreal but we could feel the fog lifting in our bodies and minds. On Saturday, we explored the grounds of the hotel and found that the Grand Hyatt Kauai definitely lives up to its name. The grounds are beautifully manicured with flowers, palm trees and flowing water. It’s much like the other places we’ve stayed in Hawaii for the HICSS conferences. Gorgeous views, lots of fun water slides and pools, restaurants and shops. It’s like a small, self-contained village, only it’s not. These places are built to be pleasing and comfortable but, of course, they all have a Disney-like, non-reality feel to them. Nevertheless, why look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when someone else is paying for it!

Since there aren’t places to rent OC1s around here, we decided to rent the sit-on-top kayaks and paddle around (and around) the hotel’s small lagoon to move our bodies a bit. It wasn’t much of a work out but we had fun. After that, we went for a walk eastward up the beach to a place called Shipwreck Point, which gave gorgeous views of the blue crashing waves and dramatic lava cliffs.

Later that day, we took a tour of the Allerton and McBryde Gardens which are part of the National Tropical Botanical Gardens http://www.ntbg.org. This was a lot of fun and very interesting. The Gardens lie in the Lawa’i Valley and was first transformed by the Hawaiian Queen Emma. Later on, Allerton Garden was developed by noted landscape artist Robert Allerton and his partner, John Gregg, architect. With five “rooms” consisting entirely of trees, exotic plants, grasses, statues, water features and other structures, it is itself art. Instead of painting his garden canvas with colors from flowers, he painted with texture, hue, movement and sound, giving the observer the experience of being in and part of his artwork.

Chickens on the Beach

The Red Jungle Foul or Moa can be found all over the Island of Kauai. It was the first bird brought here by the ancient Polynesians that inhabited these islands long before Captain Cook stumbled upon them. Today, there are two species of chicken or jungle foul that are abundant on Kauai. The actual Red Jungle Foul is found in the upland forests and meadows and is often confused with its lowland cousin, the domestic chicken.

Female wild lowland chicken

Female wild lowland chicken

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Male lowland chicken

We’ve been watching and hearing the wild, domestic chicken today. Their colors are varied and quite beautiful, probably due to interbreeding with the Red Jungle Foul. The females are often brown and white and have such large, flat and horizontal tails that sometimes it’s difficult to determine which end of the bird you are looking at! Most of the males seem to have brown and black bodies with long black tail feathers that swish when they walk. One of the males we just saw had a big beautiful showy white tail and seemed to be pretty popular with the gals around him.

The strangest part of watching these birds is seeing them on the beach. In upstate New York, you often see chickens in people’s yards, pecking around for bugs. These birds are providing eggs for their owners or fattening up to become a meal. The owners keep them close to home by feeding them and providing a safe home at night. To see this same bird wild and on the beach is a real treat. These birds are acting as they have for presumably thousands of years, before they became domesticated. They have very few, if any predators here on Kauai and can live in peace.

Landed on the Garden Island

Our first day of 2015 was another day of travel and transition but we finally landed at the hotel in Poipu on the Garden Island of Kauai. Before we left yesterday, we were hoping to take in some sights in Honolulu but found that the beautiful Iolani Palace was closed for the holiday, so we had the cab driver take us to a place that we knew would be open — the mall. Now, this was certainly not our first choice of places to visit in the wonderful state of Hawaii, but we only had about an hour to shoot and we needed a few things that would probably be difficult to locate on Kauai, so, we shopped. The Ala Moana mall was pretty upscale and located near the Japanese section of the city. It was abound with Asian people and nearly everything was translated into Japanese. Bill said that, having traveled to Japan, the whole place had a Japanese feel to its design.

Our flight from Honolulu to Lihue was pretty uneventful except for the joy of feeding a few spotted and zebra doves in the airport while waiting for our flight. Like most buildings in Hawaii, parts of the airport were open air and others weren’t, so birds are a common sight everywhere you go. For us northerners, the first time you see a feathered friend in a building is a bit startling but it becomes commonplace pretty quickly.

After renting our car and seeing a beautiful rainbow, we enjoyed seeing more birds along the way to the hotel including many wild chickens and several cattle egrets. The hotel is a huge place and, gratefully, our room is as far away from the commotion of hotel life as it can get. We’re at the end of a very long hallway near a natural area and the public beach. This will be a great place to watch birds, look at the Pacific, and listen to the waves.

I went to bed at about 8:30 last night (still adjusting to the time change) and was awakened at about 12:30 to the sound of jungle foul doing their “cock a doodle doo” call. I slept well but woke up several times and heard them continuing their wooings. Evidently, the critters call out all night long, presumably trying to attract a mate or marking their territory. I’m glad they didn’t keep me awake. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach was truly wonderful and lulled me back to sleep each time I woke.

New Year’s in Oahu

Getting to the plane in New York was a bit hairy, but we made it to the gate just as they were starting to board. We enjoyed our experience with Hawaiian Airlines due to the extra leg room for Bill (who is 6’2″) and because they fed us actual food for lunch and fresh fruit as a snack. Flying hawaiian is like flying used to be, except better!

We arrived in Oahu at about 3:30 and went straight to the Honolulu Airport Hotel. On the way, we met a family from Australia with two small girls. They had been visiting his family in NY and VT and were heading home. We easily started up a conversation with them about surfing, outrigger paddling and standup paddle boarding. They were really sweet and even gave us their contact info so that we could call them when we’re in Sydney. The guy even gave us a book that he wrote and I’m looking forward to checking it out.

Wearing my NY winter clothing, I expected to be severely overheated upon our arrival but we were pleasantly surprised by 72 degrees and low humidity. We grabbed some dinner in the hotel restaurant because we were too tired to venture any further than that. The food was good but I started to really fade out by the end of the meal. I crashed at about 6:30 and only knew it was new year’s by the sound of fireworks at midnight.

So we are five hours difference in time here. This means that it is 4:27am here, we are wide awake and ready to eat breakfast but the restaurant in the hotel doesn’t open for another hour and a half! Time changes are always a little jarring to the system but we’ll get over it soon enough.

I’m looking forward to seeing the sun and greenery here today. We have a few hours to explore Oahu before our flight early this afternoon to Kauai. Maybe we’ll find a botanical garden to take in. Can’t wait to see some birds!

A Happy and Healthy New Year to all.

Three Chimes 12/25/14

At sunrise, the wind is telling her story through the tree boughs and chimes
Sometimes a raucous cacophony and sometimes serene like glassy water on the lake

She uses the small chimes to tell a story so subtle and delicate
To not hear them is to not hear at all
Twinkling stars, little birds and the joy that a new day brings
It whispers, “Isn’t it lovely, this new day!”

She nudges the large chimes to tell longer stories
Of seasons, temperature, moonlight, and the winter solstice just passed
Its slow song, “Darkness becoming radiant blue above. Nothing is separate from change. Stay present, stay present.”

And the middle chimes – this is where she talks the most
It chatters on about how it let what came, come
And how it let go of what went
And found out what remained

It is in the middle chime’s mystical chatter
Where light and dark, form and non-form are seen as one
It’s never-ending story says with a smile, “Be here, with whatever shows up.
Be here, my friend.”

Autumn Wind Chime 11/11/14

I forgot what the leaves covered up
I can see the far hills again
And a tiny piece of the lake at the bottom of the valley

The lake is now grey and cold with a steady chop
It doesn’t beckon me as it did in August
when it hosted us in shorts and tanks on a hot summer day

But that doesn’t stop the intrepid few paddlers
who venture out year-round on that solitary waterscape
geared up for survival in that wet, cold, deep space with only face exposed

I miss the green leaves
but the barren limbs outside my window have a message of their own
They didn’t forget the autumn and are now prepared for the coming ice and bluster

My wind chimes sing a lively song
Deep mellow tones and lighter bells ringing
their chorus sings a subtle refrain, “prepare, prepare”

This is the song of leaves falling and wood stoves waking up
Their chewing embers gnawing on the season’s first chunks of wood
and sending it out the top with a familiar sweet-charred smell

I forgot what the leaves covered up
Longer shadows and shorter days
A new season, colder out there but warm in here

And I Wonder 10/4/03

Sometimes it all seems so damn hard
And I want to just go home to my bed
Sink in the warmth
And rest my head

But between these dark cold clouds
I see the baby blue sky
Shyly waiting amidst the steel and soot
To come out again and fly

And I wonder
How I ever came to be
So many shades of me
If she made me, then who made she?

My sister summer
She’s moved on
Her greens are keeping a different beat
And they fall to the ground
In waves of color at my feet

Days grow short and my night pipes swell
They creak and sputter to warm my toes
Fear and excitement
As the wet chill grows

And I wonder
How I ever came to be
So many shades of me
If she saved me, then who saved she?

Notes: This is an old one that I stumbled upon the other day while going through some papers. My life has changed in so many ways since writing this. At first, when I read it I wondered if it was mine because I so rarely put rhyme in my poetry. I thought it had a few nice lines in it — hope you enjoy.

That which does not demand attention 10/26/14

Sit here until there is an awareness of
That which does not demand attention

Breathing
Blue sky
Autumn’s remaining leaves, stiff and falling
Gusted wind chime playing some mystical tune

That which just IS

Simply being aware of these goings on is not enough
Mind can chatter through the biggest storm
Fears, judgments, evaluations enshroud the clearest blue sky day

Mind is, but is not Truth

Mind, always preoccupied by the next, fleeting distraction
But there is a knowing
that what lies deeper
is subtle, always there
and does not demand anything

Sitting with this awareness
is pure joy

Deafening Silence 2/8/13

Naked trees on snowy darkening sky
Softened sounds
The silence of snow falling

A slowing down and moments of stopping the buzz
No cell phones
No computers
No music
No one

Reality is deafening and completely silent
How was I able to not see it? Not hear it?

If I have a prayer tonight
I pray that this moment is always accessible, this snowy silence in my heart.

Arm wrapped around the pine, like an old friend
Comforting, loving
I say with teary eyes, “Why is life so confusing?”

She says, “Life isn’t confusing, it just IS. It’s your mind that makes things look confusing but they’re really not.”

Old tree, tall and straight. Long boughs holding snow. You’ve been here a long time and you know the simplicity you speak of.
How could you know anything else but this quiet, this simple silence…