Thank you! I Wish we were all together to celebrate the holidays, but I know that we share it in spirit. At this time I reflect to the time that my grandma, and mother was still alive. So much memories of their presence, and so many good times. I hope that with this season you and your family, wherever in this big world you may reside, will celebrate and make memories that can be passed down from generations to generations. As always my love for my family and friends is in abundance. My heart is overwhelmed with the love of our Savior and his sacrifice for us. Belivers or non believers we can come together all around the world today, surpassing the language barriers, cultures that would normally divide us, to pay tribute to the concept of peace on earth and good will to all.
My reflections this evening is short but one of importance. Thank you once again for reading some of my thoughts.
Rhodaann Maamakalafi
Friday, December 24, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Today was more like ~two feet in puddle of water~
Today Salt Lake City was quite the gloomy day. "Tis the season" was really a day of clouds and rain. For some reason I awoke pretty early with the intentions of traveling to work, to put in my standard eight hours, and to make my standard pay. OK "standard" was not the right word. I so love my job and "not anyone can do it" is how I like to look at it. As you probably know the scenario, I didn't make it in today.
I found myself traveling into West Bountiful to a store called American Cowboy who specializes in farming items, and for the lack of better words "HORSE STUFF". As I and a friend entered into the front door of this establishment, I noticed three gentlemen standing in a huddle like form, blocking the walk way, and conversating. The three men stop their visiting amongst one another and looked directly towards myself and my friend. For a brief moment, which felt like an eternity, theirs eyes some what pierced through me. I know the thought in their minds...Why are there two brown girls here? There is nothing here for them? That one looks like a "Tongan" with flip flops in the winter, don't Tongan's eat horses? Have they lost their way?
My memories took me back to a time in 1979 or maybe 1980, when my travels brought me here to Utah as a very young child. I remembered the feeling that I had arriving into Salt Lake City. It took me back to the questions I asked myself then. Why are we the only brown people around? Why am I here in this foreign place? Have we lost our way?
The answer was pretty easy, I mean the answers for the three men. It was so simple, I wanted to just shout it out, I am not lost! I am here for something specific. I am here to get some cream that horses use for sore muscles, yes I know what some of you are thinking. I don't have horses. Well your right, it was for my use. I know it is not intended for human use. I saw in bold writing on the back of the label. That's why I was there. It was that simple.
But for the question I asked myself when I arrived here in Utah as a child, well it is still being answered as years go by. Some of those answers came during my early youth and I still get answers as I get older. I know you probably thought that I had some kind of serious answers or maybe something so spiritual, but I don't. Simple answers to such complex question.
My thoughts always end with my family and the love I have for them. Many thanks go to them for answering a lot of my questions. I also cannot forget my love I have for my Island of Hawai'i. Like Justin said: "Holidays bring me home, my appreciation has grown, warmer waters, smaller ponds, but some things here circle on. Sometimes I reach to meet the clouds, but I always keep one foot on the ground. ~and away on distant lands, I always keep one foot on sand~
Rhodaann Maamakalafi
I found myself traveling into West Bountiful to a store called American Cowboy who specializes in farming items, and for the lack of better words "HORSE STUFF". As I and a friend entered into the front door of this establishment, I noticed three gentlemen standing in a huddle like form, blocking the walk way, and conversating. The three men stop their visiting amongst one another and looked directly towards myself and my friend. For a brief moment, which felt like an eternity, theirs eyes some what pierced through me. I know the thought in their minds...Why are there two brown girls here? There is nothing here for them? That one looks like a "Tongan" with flip flops in the winter, don't Tongan's eat horses? Have they lost their way?
My memories took me back to a time in 1979 or maybe 1980, when my travels brought me here to Utah as a very young child. I remembered the feeling that I had arriving into Salt Lake City. It took me back to the questions I asked myself then. Why are we the only brown people around? Why am I here in this foreign place? Have we lost our way?
The answer was pretty easy, I mean the answers for the three men. It was so simple, I wanted to just shout it out, I am not lost! I am here for something specific. I am here to get some cream that horses use for sore muscles, yes I know what some of you are thinking. I don't have horses. Well your right, it was for my use. I know it is not intended for human use. I saw in bold writing on the back of the label. That's why I was there. It was that simple.
But for the question I asked myself when I arrived here in Utah as a child, well it is still being answered as years go by. Some of those answers came during my early youth and I still get answers as I get older. I know you probably thought that I had some kind of serious answers or maybe something so spiritual, but I don't. Simple answers to such complex question.
My thoughts always end with my family and the love I have for them. Many thanks go to them for answering a lot of my questions. I also cannot forget my love I have for my Island of Hawai'i. Like Justin said: "Holidays bring me home, my appreciation has grown, warmer waters, smaller ponds, but some things here circle on. Sometimes I reach to meet the clouds, but I always keep one foot on the ground. ~and away on distant lands, I always keep one foot on sand~
Rhodaann Maamakalafi
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