It is the hot sunny day after a wet day. I have had a good morning in the land with a rotating handful of stewards and animals. Kayla, a good friend who moved to the neighborhood after joining a Hamakua journey, Nina, who is currently on her own journey with us, and I are sitting beneath the peach tree with Snoopy, Aries, and Meowi. My eyes are closed, I am listening to the sound of the birds as I meditate. They are always calling back to one another. "Would you like to do a

Three people are out in the garden this morning, learning the way Hamakua teaches best, through the body, not the mind. Diya is cutting a trail through the overgrowth. She looks up at me and says, "I am finding my own path." She means the trail. She also doesn't. The land has a way of letting you say the true thing while doing the ordinary thing. Michelle is planting. With each seedling she settles into the earth, she is quietly sending care to someone she loves, a small, pri