Interesting that yahoo would post this article about natural healers in Hawaii. It even mentions how some native healers pray to a “mother goddess” for healing.

Kahuena said she tries all herbs before prescribing them, and is using olena herself for treatment of diabetes and heart problems. She hopes eventually to be free of her Western medicines.

“People want a quick fix but that’s not how it works,” Galang said. “It’s a whole way of looking at life, a whole way of living, taking care of yourself.”

Another major part of traditional healing is the spiritual element.

“It’s all very spiritual, like how American Indians speak of a higher power, such as Mother Earth,” Galang said.

Today on the way to work I saw a momma and two baby fawns cross the road. The weather was absolutely gorgeous today, and I wanted nothing more than to be part of it.

Good friends, good times.

A dream.

My father and my cousin Stephanie and I were looking at this house. On the way to this house I passed by a small group of dogs looking like they were eating something dead. The smell was heinous but I was just driving by so I held my breath.

When we got to the house, it was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Large open rooms, rancher style, but tall ceilings with dark decoratively carved woodwork, even a balcony in the bedroom for some reason that was carved from the same dark wood. Very medieval looking. Only thing that needed to be worked on was one of the bathrooms which had the most atrociously colored tile I’ve ever seen. Like, greens and blues and yellows all swirled together in a flowery design, blech.

But I kept seeing this purple chihuahua outside. It looked very cute, very plush (which was apparently normal in my dream), and friendly, but I knew it was in fact a killer chiahuahua. My natural animal instinct, no doubt. I also had My Son and our other dog Curley Sue with me, and I knew this purple chihuahua would be able to destroy them both, so I was panicking to find a leash or something. For I knew this killer wouldn’t attack them in front of me, he was trying to lure them away.

The chihuahua kept pacing around outside, neighbors would stop by and pet it like nothing was wrong, and it would look all sweet, but I knew different. I knew this chihuahua was behind the mound of death I passed by earlier. I kept trying to warn people but they wouldn’t listen, they thought I was just being mean. Eventually I threw a stick at the chihuahua to get it to run away, but it just stood there and looked at me with these glowing red eyes like it was ready to tear out my throat.

Somehow my grandfather came by with his little dog, and he was all about letting the little dog run around outside. I think it was a yorkie. It had eventually disappeared when they weren’t looking……and I think that’s where I woke up this morning.

Now. Lets evaluate.

Christopher Walken for President, if only this were true.

Luke told me once that the best place to cry is in the shower, so no one can see your tears.

“Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again

I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind”

Things are looking up afterall. Nothing like watching an Al Pacino movie while eating sushi, all on company time, all on company dollars.

I’m still deciding if it’s a bad sign that when you come into work, no one is here. Today and tomorrow were already gonna be hard cause it was just going to be me and my main boss. And she was going to buy me lunch to help compensate for the bullshit I’d have to put up with by myself. But when I came in this morning, she wasn’t here. So it’s just me today I guess. Probably just me tomorrow too.

And you’d think they’d hurry up and give me my raise.