Friday, May 11, 2018

Lava Land Part 4: Kilauea Eruption May 9-11


By Jill Steele

May 9, 2018 


I left my Kapoho community for the first time since the eruption began and realized life has continued with business as usual on other parts of the island.   I had some anxiety as I drove up the hill to Pahoa and my fear had to do with not being able to get back once I left.  I debated with myself over the need to bring a suitcase with extra clothing ‘just in case’ and decided against it.
I was on my way to my first meeting of the Mystery Writers of Hawaii Island group, since I’ve just published my first book, “Blood on the Orchids”.  I had looked forward to this for weeks but worried I would find it hard to be present and “normal”.  
On the drive home from Hilo,  I passed the distribution center set up for food and necessities for displaced people in Pahoa and felt grateful I didn’t need to stop.  I entered Lava Trees area from the highway and came to the fork in the road where there is now a blockade prohibiting cars from using Pohoiki Road in the direction of Leilani.  It was strange seeing the many cars going up and down the hill now that this was the access road now for all of lower Puna.
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Over the past few days we have taken many walks around our neighborhood and on the Kapoho lava flow reminiscing.    I’m trying to document the many different colors of hibiscus.  We walked into the yard of an empty vacation rental formerly known as “Peggy’s Place” and said, “Here is where we got married”.  From there we walked to University Pond, where we swam early in the morning on the day of our wedding and where our children first learned to bodyboard its gentle waves.   April 2019 will be our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and only a month ago year we said we would commemorate it somehow at the spot we were married.  Time will tell.



May 11, 2018
The happy sounds of birds chirping in the early morning reassures me that all is well for now.  The birdsong chases away my nerves from last night’s earthquakes.  My island friends and I check in with each other daily now and ask questions like,”Are you still in your home?”
My daughter tells me that the koi in a friend’s fish pond in Black Sands subdivision are dying, a sign that the area is no longer habitable for humans either. Our longtime friends have voluntarily evacuated due to poor air quality near the top of Kamailii Road in Opihikao.  One will stay in Hilo, near her work and her husband will stay in his office in Pahoa until they arrange something more permanent.  
Our neighborhood is slowly becoming a temporary home for refugees of the lava flow aided by the generosity of vacation rental owners.  Some have lost their homes and some have evacuated with the state of their homes unknown.  

A young woman my daughter’s age, whom I’ve known since keiki days posted a video this morning of a song she’d just written about the lava flow. Listening to it moved me and the tears that have been building up for days finally begin to flow.


Sunday, May 6, 2018

Lava Land Part 3: Kilauea Eruption

It’s oddly peaceful here in Kapoho, only miles away from the explosive fountains of lava.  The only sounds are birds.  Not one car went by until 7:30 a.m., highly unusual in our neighborhood of mainly retirees that get up with the sun.  Our neighborhood is empty and all but the most adventurous tourists have gone home or to other parts of our beautiful island.  


We are at a loss for what to do with our time. Does cleaning or fixing the house even make sense right now with the future so uncertain?  We are still checking in with news websites and social media but are also actively trying to conquer our anxiety and bring it down to a healthier level.  Cooking makes more sense than cleaning, and baking brings comfort, so I have decided to make a batch of buttermilk blueberry muffins to share with the few remaining neighbors. Once I am able to focus on the recipe, and it takes a few minutes before I can commit to it, the fragrance of the cinnamon and nutmeg instantly calms me.


 Our suitcases are next to the bed.  Yesterday I left mine open and dropped items into it throughout the day.  I am sure it is a weird assortment of clothes that don’t go together, because I am having a hard time committing to serious packing.  Our many photo albums, memories of our 25 years in Hawaii, are in boxes near the front door.  Other than those and our important papers, we are ready to go if it comes to that.  I will, as well, be taking my jewelry and the Sabbath candles, though thankfully there is no need to sew the jewels into my clothing as my Eastern European ancestors had to when fleeing from persecution.  As I type this  I realize that no matter what happens we will be okay, more than okay actually, since we have the support of our family and the many relatives and friends that have reached out over the past few days.


Saturday, May 5, 2018

Lava Land Part 2: 2018 Kilauea Eruption


By Jill Steele



Luna on the 1959 Kapoho Lava Flow 

    This morning my husband and I were reminded that the beauty of Kapoho grew out of a similar eruption as the one now happening in Leilani.  This morning we went for a walk to the ocean on land that was formed as a result of the 1959 Kapoho lava flow.  That eruption began in much the same way.  

Ironically for a few weeks now I have been reading “Kapoho: Memoir of a Modern Pompeii” by Frances H. Kakugawa.  There is a chapter called “Once there was a Kapoho.”  Kakugawa writes about her grandmother standing on her lanai seeing “shapes like Rorschach inkblots in red, shooting up into the sky more than ten miles away.” She shouts to her son,  “I can see the lava so clearly from here Tashika mon.”  “She didn’t know that what she was calling ‘spectacular’ was going to cover her house in less than twelve hours.”
University Pond and Beyond



I took many pictures and videos as we walked to send to our children who are away at college but wishing to be home with us during this uncertain time.  As expected, they are having a difficult time remaining focused on studying for their finals, instead preoccupied with worrying about us, out home and their friends who have had to evacuate.  

The picture that tugged at my heart most was that of a coconut palm planted when they were keiki and now provides shade as a mature tree.  As hard as I try to live in the now, fear of the unknown comes creeping in....
I will have to try harder.
By Jill Steele


A Novel of Murder and Mystery on the Big Island
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Friday, May 4, 2018

Lava Land

By Jill Steele


Leilani Estates Lava Outbreak
It’s been a strange few days in lava land.  It began with Kilauea Volcano’s Halema’uma’u lava lake collapsing, then draining. This was followed by multiple earthquakes felt hourly by residents of Puna, Hilo, Waimea and even Kona.  Some of our friends experienced constant rumbling, saying it was “as if a river of lava flowed beneath my feet” and cracks began appearing in the road of Leilani Estates community.  Discussing it after yoga class only yesterday, my friends and I felt uneasy, sensing a buildup to something bigger.  Later on that day, most incredibly, we were watching lava fountains live on Facebook, glued to our phones and computers. Ikaika Marzo, my son’s former volleyball coach,  a well known local musician and Hawaiian cultural tour leader, documented the breakout of lava broadcasting live and exclaiming, “Lava is coming out of the ground! Ash is in the air!”  His early rough videos were at first the only news we could get of the outbreak and we as nearby residents were grateful for any news of the eruption.


Ikaika Marzo
Twenty-five years ago after an adventurous ten day vacation, we chose the Big Island as the place we wanted to live and raise a family.  It took us three more years in Los Angeles to make it back, this time permanently after a friend reached out with a job in the floral industry.  It’s funny how we never once considered the possibility of this happening.  My older, wiser self would have been more cautious,I think but in a way I feel like the island chose us and that having showed her we were worthy of staying, allowed us to manifest our dreams for both family and home.


Now I pray for family,  friends and for our beautiful island, keeping the hope that our favorite spots will remain as they are.  I am thankful to Madame Pele for allowing us to experience all of it and hope for the strength to deal with whatever comes.  

By Jill Steele
A Novel of Murder and Mystery on the Big Island

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Monday, April 9, 2018

*This article originally appeared on Babble but I feel it is still very relevant, so I am reproducing it here.

It's 2016: Why Are We Still Not Talking About Menopause?

 They say that 50 is the new 40 etc… but what does that really mean?  
I’ve been taking stock of both my inner life and my physical being lately.  I look down at the skin on my arms and I think, does that skin really belong to me?  Where did that smooth skin go?  How did this happen without me noticing?  I put on a dress or a top I haven’t worn in a while and I know right away it is wrong, too youthful. 


A few months ago I woke up feeling hot, as if a current of heat was surging through my body. I thought, ah, I understand now.  This could be the start of menopause.  I knew 55 was late.  I don’t know why I was surprised by it, but I was.  I‘d lately been unable to sleep through the night and during the day sometimes had found it hard to focus.  I felt like I was in a fog with a layer of mesh between myself and the world. Sometimes my heart would beat too fast, like I’d had a surge of adrenalin.  I wondered if this was a normal symptom of menopause or did I have post traumatic stress syndrome from the lava that nearly covered our town last year.
I marveled over how much I used to accomplish in one day.  Now I just didn’t have the energy. Should I give in to this feeling and slow down or power through the way I’d always done.
 I found I knew nothing about menopause beyond the existence of hot flashes.  Why hadn’t any of my friends talked about it? Surely some of them were through it already since I knew it could start as early as 40.  Pregnancy, birth control and fertility were now mainstream topics.  Why was menopause still considered embarrassing?  

I trolled the internet for articles on menopause and its stages, looking for a way to embrace this new stage of my life that matched my personal approach to health and wellness, which is eating healthy but not too strictly, moderate alcohol intake combined with yoga, walking, swimming and biking.
 Ironically, I happened upon a book called The Wisdom of Menopause by Christiane Northrup M.D. at the chiropractor’s office.  I laughed at myself because I couldn’t wait to get into bed to read it that night.  Here, I thought, could be the answer my questions.
I learned I’m now in a stage called peri-menopause, which is the period before the monthly menses stop completely, when they taper off after becoming irregular. One of the first things the book mentioned was how during this stage, as the hormones in a woman’s body fluctuate, the brain is “rewiring” and how it can be a very creative time in a woman’s life if open to it. I was glad to read this because until then I’d only heard about women going through “the change” acting hormonal and crazy.
It rang true to me because after 20 years of taking care of my children, my husband, running an internet Hawaiian Flower business and a household, I had lately begun to reconsider my priorities.  What did I want for myself in this next chapter of my life? What did I want to do for fun?  I found I didn’t know and it was disturbing.  I’ve had many enjoyable times with my family but mostly my life has revolved around their activities.  Now, with my son away at college and my daughter driving, I was suddenly left at loose ends with blocks of afternoon time to fill.  I have tried to remember who I was before I became a wife and mother and found that I am now a completely different person and will need to be intuitive and look inside myself to discover the answer to that these questions organically.
Another book I’m finding helpful is “Natural Choices for Women’s Health” by Dr. Laurie Steelsmith.  She discusses how the “secrets of natural and Chinese medicine can create a lifetime of wellness”. 
Steelsmith presents both HRT (hormone replacement therapy) or the combined use of nutrition, vitamins, herbs and herbal supplements with a healthy diet as two alternative approaches to menopause and peri-menopause to counter the mood swings, lack of energy,  hot flashes and loss of sleep that accompany it.  Western Medicine “diagnoses” menopause as a lack of estrogen.   HRT seeks to counteract the effects by using hormones either synthetically created in a lab or derived from animals (specifically from the urine of pregnant horses) to scientifically replace and manage a woman’s hormone levels.  In recent years though, there has been controversy about HRT.  In a study done by the Women’s Health Initiative, synthetic and animal derived hormones were linked to heart disease, strokes and breast cancer.

Steelsmith recommends that if you choose to go the HRT route, to choose hormones “that are both bio-identical and natural” and that “each woman has individual needs and must decide for herself whether the risks are worth the benefits”. 
The women in my yoga class have been good sources of information too and have made me feel more comfortable with what is happening with my body.
One woman has had favorable results using a topical estrogen cream.
The owner of my local natural foods store recommended making a tea of red clover or alfalfa to lessen symptoms of menopause such as hot flashes.  He explained these herbs contain phytoestrogens or plant based estrogens that mimic the estrogen hormones naturally present in our bodies until the advent of menopause.
My personal physician has recommended taking a women’s multivitamin and a calcium magnesium supplement to combat the loss of bone density that occurs during menopause
After gathering information from the internet, books, friends and my physician, my personal choice (for now) will be to decline HRT and proceed through peri-menopause using herbs and supplements, combined with a balanced diet and exercise.  
I will re-evaluate how I’m feeling in six months, but for now I am comfortable with this new knowledge culled from all of these different sources.  I am ready to fully embrace this journey to the next stage of my life and welcome the positive changes such as renewed energy (once I’m through it) and creativity.
I hope to set a good example for my daughter by openly talking about menopause, so that someday when the time comes for her she won’t feel the dread and shock but will feel it is all part of the circle of life.


Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The Joy of Nia

By Jill Steele

Yoga classes are in abundance here in Puna, but for years, I had been hoping to find a dance class.  About a year ago my friend Kim invited me to go to a Nia class.  “What is Nia,” I asked.
She said, “It’s kind of a dance class.  Just come, it’s fun”.  She picked me up along with a few other friends one Saturday morning and we drove to Hawaiian Sanctuary in Pahoa (also known as MM12 or mile marker 12),   a beautiful eco retreat and permaculture center created out of jungle. 

Nia, a combination of martial arts and modern dance movements, is an excellent cardio workout since you’re in constant movement for an hour, but it’s so much more than just a workout.
The music is exotic- world music with Indian, Middle Eastern, disco and European electronica influences.
Our teacher, Valusha, a young, Russian former gymnast, has long dreadlocks piled on top of her head and dresses in flowing clothing all cut on the bias and with swooping hems that swirl when she dances.   Her choreographies are challenging, designed by the Nia organization to improve brain function, with arm and leg movements competing with each other. 
We sway and step to the music, trying to follow her, each interpreting her movements in our own way. “Watching Valusha is a beautiful sight,” my friend Kim said.  
What I like about Nia is that there are no levels of expertise.  Anyone can do it and you don’t need prior dance experience.  There is no leaping or presenting across the floor as in traditional dance classes and there are no impossible to get into poses as in yoga.  
YET, there is a letting go of the exterior world aspect like yoga.  It is dreamy to dance continuously for an hour without conversation and I felt peaceful and happy even after my first Nia class.
Valusha Boyko
Nia instructors are certified through a teacher training program and Valusha cautions us as we begin each class about the importance of aligning our knees over our ankles.  She brings her own brand of spirituality to the practice, sometimes stating a theme for the class, such as a part of the body we should focus on as we dance or imagery as we do a movement.
One of my fellow dancers said, “It teaches me how to feel and sense in my body.  I love the movements. It challenges me to move in different ways.”
Another said, “I like the physicality of it and I like the mental challenge of losing my inhibitions.”
If you live in Puna and are looking to add something to your fitness and spiritual routine, I highly recommend Nia.  If you’re a tourist visiting Puna and already know about Nia, all the better!  You couldn’t find a more unique location in which to do it than at Hawaiian Sanctuary with Valusha.  
For additional information about Nia, check out the Nia Now website. Valusha teaches at Hawaiian Sanctuary on Fridays from 4-5 p.m and on Saturdays from 10:30 to 11:30. 







Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Jade's Gong Bath



This past Friday, the day after the fall equinox, I went to a Gong Bath.  What you ask is a gong bath?  The advertising flyer invited the public to “Come bliss out to gentle Kundalini yoga, with transformative meditations, a symphony of gong, singing bowls, didgeridoo and tuning forks”.  It was titled “The Mothership, An Epic Equinox Offering a Magical Journey into the Primordial Sound Current.”
Currently, I am in the throes of grieving for my mother and finding each day a challenge. I practice daily yoga but this type of class was beyond the realm of my comfort zone.   As I read the flier I formed a mental picture of how it would be and thought, YES,  this might help me to temporarily move beyond the physical world and without the aid of drugs and alcohol.  I hoped it could release some of my pain and that after I’d feel less of the heaviness that was now ever-present and feel more at peace with her passing. 


I invited a friend because I didn’t feel brave enough to attend something like this for the first time on my own.  We arrived early to suss out the crowd and find spaces.  Some of the attendees wore yoga clothing but the majority of the crowd wore loose, bohemian drawstring pants, sarongs with blouses and caftans.   Already I felt I had entered another world. The fragrance of sandalwood and patchouli were in the air.  One couple arrived with yoga mats and a large blanket for two and then set up in a corner as if camping.  When I saw them and the beatific smiles on their faces, I knew we were about to experience something special and also that they must be regulars.
Our leader, Jade Rajbir Kaur, was dressed in white with a “tree of life” emblazoned t-shirt. She wore a head wrap that made her look regal.  The musicians, also in white, sat on either side of her on the stage looking ethereal and pure, completing the tableau.   The lighting was low and the stage was rimmed with white rope lights. Fittingly, it was dusk and the effect was perfect- otherworldly.  
The event began-it seemed more “event” than yoga class, with kundalini breathing exercises while seated with our legs crossed in front of us.  We progressed repeating Sanskrit blessings and did visualization exercises to welcome the fall and attract happiness and positivity to our lives.  We connected as a group by chanting and singing in rounds and it brought the experience to another level.
For the next section we were invited to relax and listen, laying on our mats, ironically in corpse pose (shavasana).  I took in all of the sounds and vibrations of the back-round music and instruments, trying to feel peace and visualizing the happy spirit of my mother hopefully hovering somewhere nearby.

Yes, I did bliss out a bit and felt a release while doing the chanting, but I also found myself wishing for additional yoga asanas and less time in shavasana.  But that’s just me.  I’m not evolved enough yet to keep my mind free of thoughts for long and need the physical poses with which to focus upon.
I will challenge myself go to more events like this and I hope Jade will continue to inspire and enliven Puna with her presence.  You can find Jade Rajbir Kaur's future events listed on her website 

Namaste