or whatever my mom was trying to tell me. :)
one of the things i’m most proud of is my (sorta) hawaiian heritage. Mom is a hawaii native, and unfortunately i’ve still lived in texas my entire life. i went to HI when i was 4 and remember every bit of it, but i dont think i was old enough to truly appreciate the power of that land. mom tells me every day of waimea falls and all kinds of things that i would have loved; from accidentally finding stone couldrons of moonshine on the mountain behind her home, to the constant sound of drums up there, to her grandfather’s mountain-water swimming pools.
my grandmother had her own outrigger canoe that she’d take way out an anchor and just lay there all day reading.
anyway, mom has an old ‘kamaka ukulele,’ that i’ve always wanted to play, but i want to take it beyond strumming. i think it needs new tuning pegs (and a new tuner—(im the tuner!!)) but i’d really like to start getting more into this!