Tilting at Windmills: Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole

I love Iz's music. Yesterday was his birthday- he would have been 49.

My short month in Hawaii several years ago gave me a love of the Islands, the Hawaiian people and their beautiful culture.

At his death he was called a Hawaiian treasure. He is a treasure to the world.

2 comments:

Suzanne said...: I've never heard of him....but then I've never been to Hawaii either. (It is on my travel to list.) This song was beautiful. His voice is amazing. Are there any CD's of his still available? I wanted to melt into my seat listening and the video was just as beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

By the way did you get my PM on SCS about the blocks and plastic cases? I'm having a big yard sale in two weeks and they are all going into it, but I want to keep you some if you are still interested. If not that's okay, just please let me know.; May 22, 2008 at 9:50 AM
Etha said...: Hi girl,
you've been tagged :) check my blog LOL; May 22, 2008 at 9:55 PM

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Why "Tilting at Windmills"?

When I started this blog in October 2007, there was a story here about my connection to "Tilting With Windmills". Much of what was in that post no longer applies. Much other of it still does. So, here's the story.

When I was graduating from high school, more than 40 years ago, a group of my friend presented me with a print of Picasso's Don Quixote. They said it reminded me of them.

I get upset when things are wrong, even though getting upset cannot fix them. I dislike people who are cruel or petty or self-serving, and am frustrated that I cannot change them. I fight a daily battle with my health, although I know that every new day is another battle. I have a husband and close friends who support me, even when what I want or believe seems crazy.

So, the comparison with Don Quixote is perhaps an apt one. The story encourages me to take on the battles I see, even the hopeless ones. It reminds me to try to see the best in people. It comforts me that, in the end, even if my actions are futile, they are not meaningless.

I mean to try to continue "to dream the impossible dream".