Where to find me

Hello everyone,

I want to post here the address of my personal website:

http://www.samobile.net/users/rosabella

Here you will see the links to my blogs and my tweets, but most important of all, you will be able to read my Christian blog, which I have fully dedicated to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.  I share this with you in the hopes that it will be a blessing, a much needed opening into what is true and vital for the eternal life of our souls.

May the LORD choose you and bring you to Himself.

Rosa Del Fuego

Kawaii: Eden of the Pacific

There is no way to experience the awesome beauty of Kawaii except by air.  When David made reservations for our helicopter ride of the island, we had no idea of the wonderful time we were going to have. 

 

This was the first time in my life that I flew via helicopter, and I loved it.  The chopper was pretty modern, the seats were quite cushy and comfortable, and the flight itself was nice and smooth, though not as smooth as a flight on an airplane.  Flying has its different characteristics, depending on what you are flying in.  I will say here that, so far, I have had the priviledge to fly on airplanes, a hot air baloon in the skies of Colorado, and a six seater plane over the Alaskan glaciers, on which we landed. 

 

During our helicopter ride in Kawaii, everyone aboard was wearing Bose headphones, and this made the flight less noisy.  David was able to compare this helicopter ride with the one he enjoyed in the big island, and he told me that the helicopter there was not as modern or comfortable, and that the ride was not as smooth. 

 

Besides keeping out the noise, the headphones were elso the way for us passengers to listen to our pilot’s descriptions of the landscape as we flew.  There were also a couple of microphones that we shared so that we could communicate with the pilot and each other.  This gave us the opportunity to ask questions as we flew. 

Our pilot was a special man.  He had been in the Armed Forces and, at some point during the flight, I asked him about it.  In his answer, he stated that he was no longer serving.  I can not quote his exact words to me, but what he said and how he said it told me a lot about him.  I could tell that he was a special soul, the kind of exceptional, sensitive and loving human being you do not find too often.  Throughout the flight, he remained very aware of my blindness so that he could do an even better job as a describer, and was interested in the way I perceived the whole experience. 

 

I could not help but to feel very humble as we flew over such awesome majesty of nature.  We flew over natural tree formations that made caves, canopies so dense that they made bridgesthat could easily support a good number of people walking over them.  All plants had huge leaves.  You could not see any way through this lushness, because there was no way.  And there were, of course, the volcanoes, the dormant ones that had all kinds of green things growing in areas outside and inside.  It was fabulous for me to fly inside one of these volcanoes, all the way accross it, and feel its walls through the protection of the helicopter, the same way I felt the sides of glaciers in Alaska as we flew.  While we were inside the volcano, the pilot told us that during those times when it rains and rains non stop, the inside walls of the volcano are covered with the thick white foam produced by the incredible amount of water that cascades down with a thundering roar.  I can assure you, all that you and I can do is to imagine this one, because only the most intrepid and valiant may dare approach this part of Nature to witness this most grand event as it is happening. 

The Great Pacific Chicken Coop

Of the four major islands of Hawaii, Kawaii is the least inhabited, the most untamed.  The beauty of this island is wild and fierce like a warrior goddess, and can only be truly appreciated from the air. 

 

The humidity gets very high in the rainy season, the skies open wide and the rain pours down non-stop for days on end.  These tons of water give Kawaii the exuberance sought by Hollywood, among others, and captured in movies like South Pacific and Gerasic Park. 

 

There is another natural feature that is not so welcome in Kawaii: chickens.  Yes, chickens, especially the roosters that crow at all hours of the morning, especially the very early morning, and continue throughout the day.  You can see the chickens everywhere, on the roads, at hotel lobbies, even in restaurants.  And let me tell you, those chickens are smart.

 

The bus driver was parking at the site of our first visit in the island, when David said to me: “I can see lots of chickens under the vegetation.”  As the people got off the bus, David continued to watch the chickens and noticed that they were coming out from under the large, beautiful leaves  and grouping near the bus.  A thought crossed my mind and I said to David: “I think these guys come out when they see a tour bus because people give them food!”  And I decided that I was going to be one of those tourists. 

 

We got out of the bus and I rummaged in my big purse looking for the series of small packages of pretzels and other snacks that David and I had been collecting.  I could feel the proximity of the chickens and hear the cackle of the hens and roosters and the chirping of the little chicks.  It had been so many years since I was close to chickens and heard their sounds.  As I stood there by the bus with David and our young driver, this big group of chickens took me back to Puerto Rico and my beloved big beautiful backyard, where my father had hens and roosters, and where many chicks were hatched and grew up.  I felt comforted and nostalgic all at once.  I was feeling the sadness that comes from a life that will never be repeated, the joy of having lived that life, and the gratitude for the way I was feeling at the moment. 

 

As I shared my memories and feelings with David and John, our bus driver, I proceeded to open the little packages of crackers and pretzels and slowly crush them and drop them for the chickens.  Despite the fact that it was totally unnecessary, I could not refrain from calling the chickens the way my parents taught me in Puerto Rico.  I was having a ball as I scattered the food about so that all the chickens could get some of it.  David commented about the way in which the adult chickens stepped unceremoniously on the little chicks as they all ran to get the food. 

 

John came over to us and handed something to David, then David said to me: “Here”, signaling to me that he was handing what he had to me in turn.  I was delighted to have in my hands one of the chiks.  I asked John how in the world did he manage to grab the chick without being charged by the mother hen.  “The hen is busy trying to get food, so I went around and grab the chick when she was not looking”, he explained.  I will have to say here that I found this to be strange behavior from both the mother hen and the chick.  Once, in my big beautiful backyard, I tried to take a chick so I could hold it for a little bit.  Well, I was able to grab the chick because the mother hen was distracted somewhere else.  Immediately, the chick started to chirp its distress call at very high decibels, and the next thing I know, there was this hen running towards me, ready for war.  I do not think I have to tell you here that I dropped the chick and ran into the house faster than I can type these lines! 

Well, I guess the chickens in Kawaii are different because the chick did not give out a distress call and mother hen never came to its rescue.  When David placed the chick in my hands, I noticed that it was immobile, and I said: “I think this chick is sick, it is so listless.”  “No, it is just scared”, explained John.  But very soon the chick felt less frightened in my hands. 

It was such a wonderful feeling for me to hold this tiny ball of little soft feathers!  I opened one of its wings so I could feel it.  Regrettably, I was handling the chick far too softly, and my hold on it was too loose, so the little one was able to slip from my hands, jump on my shoulder and then jump off very quickly.  I wish I had been able to hold the chick for longer.  Still, I am glad for the brief moment I had. 

The Breakfast Crowd

Remember my mentions of the great numbers of songbirds everywhere we went in the islands of Hawaii?  Well, things were not always so happy.  Centuries ago, the native bird population of the islands enjoyed a life free of predators, so they developed the habit of building their nests on the ground.  All was well until rats were introduced via maritime traffic from Europe, and these rats found the easiest prey in the ground nesting birds.  At some point it occurred to someone to think that introducing mongoose to the Hawaiian islands would solve the problem of rats.  Guess what?  Mongoose hunted by day, rats hunted by night, and the bird population was decimated, most species being preyed upon to extinction.  Well, nowadays both mongoose and rat have been virtually exterminated, and non indigenous birds (including a very large, healthy population of hens and roosters in the island of Kawaii) have made a comeback. 

 

And what a comeback!  We could hear birds singing as we walked down the streets.  I enjoyed their singing as I sat in the balconies of the different hotel rooms David and I slept in.  The little feathered ones were even present at the outdoor areas of these hotels, and this, of course, included the eating areas.  I felt greeted by songs as David and I got a table at breakfast time.  We feasted on the luscious papaya, delicious pineapple and canteloupe, as well as on delicious and freshly made omelettes and sausages.  But we were not the only ones who enjoyed breakfast.  David was delighted to discover that the birds who serenaded us were not shy about getting a little close, some coming right up to the table( that is, landing on the table),  to see if we would be generous with them.  David had so much pleasure offering breakfast to the little birds, and I loved his descriptions of how some birds were faster than others in taking the food.  I do not think I need to tell you here that David and I became the birds’ favorite humans wherever we sat at an outdoor eating area at the hotels.  I could swear that in the morning the birds were waiting for us, ready to come to our table and keep us company as we all shared delicious food to start the day. 

This Planet Earth

So many of us love and worship the beach, and flock to it whenever we can.  We all know about the cream colored or white sanded beaches, and some have had the fortune of visiting beaches painted with pink sand.  Now go into your imagination and pick up an artist’s brush.  Travel in your mind to your favorite beach and use your magical brush to paint the sand black.  Yes, black.  Do not forget to paint the sand that is in the water.  When you are finished using your black paint, stand back and admire the results.  Start by standing on your beach on a perfectly sunny day.  See how black and beautiful the sand looks?  And look at the ocean, how its blues are so deep that they almost look purple.  Now allow the skies to become overcast and watch as the ocean blues acquire a definite tone of charcoal gray, blending smoothly with the beautiful sand.  Stay here for as long as you like and paint this gorgeous seascape with the colors of sunrise or sunset. 

 

Is this spectacular or what?  Black sanded beaches are a gift from our oceans, as they pound incessantly at the lava rock from which islands like the big Hawaii are born.  standing on that beach and crouching to scoop up handfuls of its black sand was such a wonderful experience for me that I did not mind having that sand getting in my open shoes and between my toes one bit.  I do not think I need to tell you here that I never bothered to remove that rare and beautiful sand, I just let it leave my shoes on its own time, I wanted it touching my feet for as long as it was going to stay in my footwear, knowing full well that the touch of black sand, as well as every other instant of my life in the Hawaiian islands, was a once in a lifetime experience. 

The Heart Speaks

Hello everyone,

First, I want to apologize to all of you for the way in which I have neglected this blog.  David and I went on vacation to Hawaii back in April, and I still have not finished sharing here with you all the wonderful experiences I had.  Going to Hawaii was for me like going to a different world, a universe not unlike the one that I still nurture in my own mind.  My idea of doing this blog was for me to invite you into my soul, so you would witness the side of me that is the most radiant, colorful and emotionally intense.  From time to time I send you an E-mail note reminding you to come back here, so you may continue to read about my experiences with the beautiful area of Earth called Hawaii.  But how can I send you any reminders if I do not continue to write?  I know that a couple of you out there are disappointed with this because you want to read more. 

 

One reason why I have been so neglectful to you and to this blog is because I go through great mental contortions, racking my brains trying to find the wordiest, most poetic way to express myself, only to find myself banging my head against the wall (not literally, of course), and ending up not writing anything.  I know what I want to write about, I just find myself not knowing how.  I guess for me this is particularly difficult because English is not even my first language.  I want the language in this blog to be as sunny and beautiful as the experiences it conveys, it just will not come out most of the time, so I write nothing. 

 

Anyone who thinks that the Muses are mythical creatures is a fool.  You know, when I was a child and a teenager, the Muse of Letters lived with me.  I wrote lots and lots of letters, stories and diaries.  The writing came to me so easily, all I needed to do was to sit before the notebook and pick up the pen.  It seemed to me as if my hand was moving by itself, so quickly and fluidly, flowing as freely as a river.  And today I suffer from writing atrophy; even if I want to write, it does not come out.  Forgive me for writing this, but I simply can not resist: 

Me thinks I suffer from writing constipation! 

 

So now I ask for your patience and forgiveness, as I slowly put my feelings and experiences out here in cyberspace for you to read and hopefully enjoy.  Blessings to you all, until next time.

 

With love,

Rosa Del Fuego

Like Katrina and the Waves

Have you ever walked in the sun?  Contrary to what many people might think, it is very possible to do, and what a glorious experience it is!  Goddess Pele, in her great generosity towards me, gave me this priviledge one early afternoon as David and I went out for a stroll in her big island. 

 

When I walk in the sun, my mundane, run of the mill human nature is left far behind.  I step inside the sun, and as I walk, I become one with the sun, I become the sun.  The concrete sidewalks, the light posts, the garbage cans, the cars, the noise, the smoke and dirt, all vanish and I become a universe where there is nothing except the purest, softest yet brightest light.  There is nothing but a perfect state of peace, calm and the certainty that no power in any universe can take this away from me.  I can fly to a place and see a kind of beauty that can never be described in any human language.  So this is where I was that early afternoon in Hawaii. 

 

David and I were staying in Hilo, at that hotel that simply sat at the top of one of the cliffs of the volcanic island, and for a while we hugged the narrow sidewalk edged by a volcanic rock wall that served as the barrier between the man-made city and the majestic ocean.  Of course, a puny little wall was not going to stop the mighty ocean from spraying the sidewalk as it slammed on the rocks nearby.  I felt a childlike joy every time I heard the ocean approach, pound the rocks, jump up high as it did so, and splash me with its cool, divine water.  What fun! 

 

There was a group in the 80’s called Katrina and the Waves, and they had a hit called, “Walking on Sunshine.”  The song is about the girl who is crazy about her guy, but I really love it because its beat is really fast and the song explodes with energy.  And remember Cindy Lauper and her hit, “Girls just wanna have fun?”  In one of the lines, she says:

“I wanna be the lucky one to walk in the sun…”

Well, I do not know about Cindy, but I can tell you all that I am the lucky one who walks in the sun. 

Rosa Del Fuego

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