Friday, November 9, 2012
So I’m in the middle of reading this book called “The Alchemist” and I have to say if you haven’t already picked it up, you should.
It’s by Paulo Coelho and it draws out a journey of a young man named Santiago trying to find his “treasure” through his homeland Andalusian through Spain to Egypt. I love the book so far because it’s basically about real life. Individuals searching for their “Personal Legend” or in other words “Purpose of Life.”
And along his journey understanding “beginners luck” , reality of opposition in all things does bring good “omens” at the end if you allow yourself to see those “trials” as good “omens” or what’s now considered “blessings.” It’s a story that you can read and think “Oh I knew that” or that totally relates to my spirituality and etc. So like I said if you haven’t gotten a chance to read it. You should & it’s only 174 pages. Such a simple story that can leave life changing impressions on how you perceive your own life purpose. So to tie that little introduction into my present “life happens.” I’d have to say life is and as it should be right now. I’m walking around a little less stressed, a little less hurt and above all a little less angry at people I have no control over. And all credit goes to Heavenly Father taking my heart & reassuring that joy is in the journey & that like Santiago in the Alchemist. And all of my treasures are what I have in my life today. Gratitude makes a big difference in a world of chaos.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Growing up I’ve gone through my phazes of favorite colors. When we lived in California & spent our summers in Lake George, Ny performing Polynesian shows from June-Aug into mid- September
my favorite color was white. Representing my devotion to God & wanting to be the purest person found on earth. Though I struggled with my passive aggressive attitude & occasional mood swings. Lol A revealation I was given by my best childhood friend Min Hee Kim. Truth hurts but never better to hear the truth then a straight up lie from people that claim they love you. When in reality they don’t and would rather you walk around looking like a fool. Kudos to best friends.
We then moved to Salt Lake City, Utah from Gardena, California so white was my favorite color up until, I hit my mid-teens & obsessed over the colors black & blue. Representing my rebellious teen years & for idolizing Janet Jackson. Plus the fact that my sister Tina Mapu, absolutely loved the color red & being the meanie I was back then, (lol) red to me was so over-rated. Not to mention as Polynesian show dancers we had to wear bright red lip-stick. So I wasn’t very fond of the color. And time began to pass by a little more quickly & before I knew it I was maturing in attitude, spirituality & womanhood. And I went from the dark child off of the Addams family to Legally Blonde “Om I love pink, that’s what’s in, hip hip hooray!” And all of a sudden I was wearing more pastels, loving the royal color purple & even managed to get over my snap judgement of wearing red. Who would’ve thought right?
Well now in my mid-singlehood, processing through the many changes of letting go of people, remembering love ones that have passed away constantly, witnessing people I love gain spirituality for themselves & progressing in that spirituality, watching my nephews & nieces grow up so quickly, enduring trials of drama, getting my feeting more committed at working out at the gym with my sister Sela Tukuafu, centering myself in my own conversion & eating up God’s word more fully to keep myself right in his glory.
I can’t say it enough how grateful I am for the simple color of yellow. That represents for me right now new beginnings, hope, retaining true friendships that build me up & loving humor. And though I still don’t have everything that I want & have made a trillion mistakes with a span of four months, concerning all aspects
of my life. This color yellow reminds me no matter how much I fall into a rut or whatever. The color yellow reminds me also that it’s alright, dust yourself off & restarting is way better than never starting up again.
Alma 32:15-16, Alma 32:21-24, Alma 32: 26-37, Alma 32:40-43
“Yea, he that truly humbleth himself, and repenteth of his sins, and endureth to the end, the same shall be blessed-yea, much more blessed than they who are compelled to be humble because of their exceeding poverty, Therefore,blessed are they who humble themselves without being compelled to be humble; or rather, in other words, blessed is he that believeth without stubbornness of heart, yea, without being brought to know the word, or even compelled to know, before they will believe.
21)And now as I said concerning faith- faith is not to have a perfect knowledge of things; therefore if ye have faith ye hope for things which are not seen, which are true,
22)And now, behold, I say unto you, and I would that ye should remember, that God is merciful unto all who believe on his name; Therefore he desireth, in the first place, that ye should believe, yea even on his word.
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Saturday, November 3, 2012
I think I’ve talked about this before but if I haven’t just look at this as a blog review. So before I get into my real blog topic, here’s some background on how this post was inspired.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve always loved African American people, Asian people, Spanish people and any other culture, that I’ve been able to learn from & gain something by the similarities & differences of our two cultures comparing how we were raised.
As a child you could catch me caught up in tryna join my Junior High drill team in California with the black kids, because I loved dancing. And I swore I was related to the Jackson family. Not Rev. Jackson but Janet Jackson & the Jackson 5. Just in case you were confused. Tryna drop it I was hot heeheee…
Up to chilling with my Asian neighbors playing four square,handball and strolling up & down the streets of Gardena, California. Like some bebe kids in grocery carts, eating their sushi,drawing on hello kitty stationary & watching my best friend Min Hee journal write in an English Journal & a Korean one. Because her dad didn’t want her to forget her roots. Finally enchanted by movies like La Bamba, falling in love with stories like Selena & dying laughing at comedians like George Lopez.
Growing up as a California girl it was & still is in my blood how much I love ethnic minority races. So why am I talking about this & have yet mentioned anything about “White Chicks or in my language palagi teines or palagi’s? Well here is where it ties in at least I hope it does & makes sense to you the point I’m attempting to make..I’m reading a book called “The Help” talking about when African American’s were beginning to gain their rights in America. The story entails about 2 black maids & a palagi girl that wants to write about their opinion of “What it feels like to be a maid.” And the process it takes her to get them to agree. Anyway if you want to know more you’ll have to buy the book and read it.
“The Help” By Kathyrn Stockett
So anyway the reason, I don’t really praise & get all too excited about palagi people or women, isn’t that I don’t respect or get inspired by them. Because I do Helen Keller a blind woman that achieved so much in her life despite or aliment, my former Relief Society President Rolinda Guneather who could serve at a drop of a dime and my bestie Angela Addy who could make me laugh w/out even saying a word. So the problem was never that I couldn’t find palagi women or people to be inspired by. But the dilemma is among the Polynesian People there are two types of palagi’s.
Palagi’s that don’t stand up for themselves & do anything they can to be accepted by Polynesian people. From gossiping about Anyone & everyone that particular Polynesian person doesn’t care for, to buying their companionship with expensive material items, to feeding them for whatever, whenever. Some might deem me as a hater because I may be passed up on that type of treatment. But there’s one thing to accept that type of treatment & give back to them equally. But it’s a whole different story if your just the taker 24-7.
Moving onto the 2nd type of Palagi among a sea of Polynesian. This is the type that knows themselves & has self-respect for themselves. They call Polys on their BS, excuse the Chinese..lol These type of palagi’s, freely give but also are very upfront, about when they begin to feel taken advantage. Should that sort of behavior from a Polynesian friend, would ever occur. And when most needed, these type of palagi’s, show up with full support to whatever crisis maybe happening. With willing hearts & helping hands.
Those are the types of Palagi’s, I appreciate & value most in my life. And so like the book “The Help” where prejudice against African American’s are so obvious. I feel today that type of behavior, is still true regarding the way majority of Polynesians act towards palagi people.With comments like “Oh their tripping cause their palagi, don’t act like that cause the palagi, or better yet are you for real? He’s/She’s dating him, they must be fia’palagi (wanna be white) if their dating out of our race. I strongly believe & know that an individual’s behavior, actions & who they date shouldn’t be judge by their race. Shouldn’t even be judge in my mind, if we lived in a perfect world. But because we all judge.
I feel that behavior is a choice by what’s in our hearts & minds. How we react is the same process to me. However race has little to nothing to do with whether someone chooses to treat others with respect & dignity. But again I’m but one that is only this sensitive about “White chicks” I’m sure because I have family members that are white & every other color over a rainbow. And I wouldn’t trade these different family members in for anything. Hopefully our Polynesian people will do less to degrade palagi’s and other cultures in the future. As we seek as a people to gain & retain the same type of respect & love from other cultures of the world.