A new dose of HOPE is being dispersed; can you feel it? I know it looks gloomy ‘out there’ and inside. Gets our attention, huh! I guess that’s what it takes after so many decades, nay centuries of slow and steady dis-empowerment. Each one of us, and not just us humans, are born from an ignited spark of DNA so, we all, everyone of us  has a unique gift. Just like our thumbprint is unique. Given to each of us, if left to our own devices, is an essence to create. I love speaking to folks who tell me they go to sleep at night and wake up each day doing essentially what they love to do. Makes a huge difference! Continue reading →

There’s a new man in my life. No, it’s not what you think… I’m still happily married. But Hal is the man who revived Nancy Sinatra in the 90’s. He contacted me after seeing my video on YouTube and asked me when the photo of me was taken on the most recent homepage as of this past August. I told him 2000. Hal advised me strongly to update and refresh my home page so I hired the best photographer in Hawaii, Marc Arbeit (who is the go-to guy when celebrities come to Hawaii). In September, he flew over from Honolulu to the Big Island where I live. We spent the whole day together taking pictures at the beach in my little polkadot bikini; wearing all leopard with my vintage Mercedes “Betsy”, a 1970 280SE Coupe; in my livingroom standing by my refurbished 1877 Steinway piano; and the new photo on my current home page. I think it’s warm and inviting. What do you think?

Our president has a knack for keeping his cool. It’s a true test of character to be of a benevolent nature in such an overwhelming position. I try and take his lead. I also congratulate the honor of his winning the Nobel Peace Prize.  A peaceful warrior cannot react emotionally without contributing to the toxic matter already burdening us humans and all life on Earth. Making music, listening to music that elevates one’s spirit, expressing feelings and generally surrounding oneself with beauty and harmony is imperative. I see the choices intelligent people are making to actually walk their talk. Senator Barbara Boxer is proving to be a member of the Cool Club as well as President Sarkozy of France. Of course, Michelle Obama is also an advocate of super cool. So, let’s turn down the heat from all the hotheads that stir up more chaos. Remember, confusion is the answer for disempowerment. We, the meek, have had just about enough. So, sing in the shower. Hum in the market and when you’re walking down the street. Quietly connect vertically and raise your frequency. Is that cool?

The hurricane warnings caused a panic here. Hurricane Felicia was roaring at 160 mph last week in the Pacific. My friend Vicki told me last Saturday, as we were about to go to the theater in Kona to see Nora Ephron’s movie about the iconic Julia Childs, “the reason it’s so still today is because the hurricane is fizzling out”.  Oh , that’s good news!
The film was great, but not a popcorn flick unless you brought your own homemade with real butter.
Well, the stormy weather did change the contour of the ocean’s edge leaving tide pools or little wading ponds about 15 feet off shore. This hair of mine was a tangled mess that morning so I decided to play mermaid and brush my hair in one of those little pools.
Luxuriating in the warm waters at the Mauna Kea, I began untangling my curls. Silky, salty water caressed me when suddenly I felt something brush against my foot.  It felt like a gloved hand around my ankle. Looking to the left I saw a rather large fish swim by. I thought it might be a Humuhumunukunukuapuaa because of it’s size. It startled me, so I clumsily made my way back to shore. A few people gathered around me (and my smoothe, wet hair) to ask what caused me to dart out so quickly. Just then, we all witnessed a crystal clear wave and in it was a turtle, spread eagle in flight, right inside of that wave! That’s what was swimming by me.
“I was kissed by a turtle”, I said. What an amazing feeling that was. I felt like a mermaid in that moment, and I was.

How ironic that on the same day I was scheduled to make my “encore” video of a song I had sung in my teens that Michael Jackson was being memorialized. 7.7.or July 7, 2009, only a few blocks away from the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles, where 16,000 people were peacefully gathered to celebrate and mourn the tragic and triumphant life of Michael Jackson, I AM IN A WALK-UP VIDEO STUDIO, READY TO LAUNCH INTO MY ENCORE CAREER!
I’m a survivor with many battle scars of the same symptoms that killed MJ. Our family lives were parallelled. Ambitious parents who sold their souls and victimized their children. In my case, lies were added to the litany of manipulations. I was raised by a man who portrayed himself to be my birth father and in the end was only a guy who married my unwed mother with a bastard child, adopted me and never had the courage or self-esteem to tell me the truth. In fact, it was a family secret I was only to learn of when I was 48 yrs. old.
Now, 14 years later, my sanity and essence prevails. MJ lies in state. What a dichotomy!
There is a sense of divine order when life enfolds in these ways. Patience and perseverance, my loves, my family. Although, evermore imperfect, my feet are firmly placed on this Earth with the intentions of being in joy and illuminating this resonance from my heart to you. However it is accepted I am benevolently grateful.