Hey Kids Let’s Go Ride a Horse. Equine 808


The sharp crevices cut into the mountain range where I live has been a topic of a few of my blogs. The range  shelters the sun as it sets into the west leaving me staring from my window as it turns gold, orange, mauve and colors I can’t even identify.


The range follows me as I drive up the long road to the north shore. It is shrouded either in clouds, rain or bright blue skies.


Why the mountain range even gives a beautiful backdrop to my nemesis Monsanto as they plant all their Frankinseed crops.



This mountain is a ceaseless source of beauty for me and I’ve turned into it many a time to go to my post office or the nursery where I buy vegetables and plants


There has been many a time when I’ve traveled up Kunia Road and I’ve seen this sign. But I’ve never turned in to see what it was all about until one day at my grandson’s school a couple whose child went to the same school invited anyone who would like to come and visit there and see what they were about. So I did.


Turning into the mountain I watched the farmer working his field and wondered. His crops were planted within a stones throw of Monsanto’s fields.




Looking down from the mountain range into the fields for the horses and onto the farms and Monsanto. Off into the distance you can see Diamond Head just past Pearl Harbor. Not only was the mountain range beautiful to look up to but just as beautiful to look down from.

DSCN0091This was the road we traveled on to get up to the horses. When I got home the car was a totally different color. Talk about mad woman washing. I sure didn’t want my daughter to see the car and ask where I had been. She does not like my trips off the beaten path. Not to mention the beaten car.


Here is one of the friendly faces that greeted us.




This little guy was the companion of the above horse I believe. Not only do they rescue horses but there is a large population of Donkeys and mules that are also rescued on the islands.


These guys have a great view of the mountain range too. Lucky stiffs.

DSCN0112And another view

DSCN0097I poked my head in everywhere. This tack room looked like a work of art to me

DSCN0106My main reason for going up into this mountain to check out these rescued horses was to try to interest my grandson in horseback riding. One of the ways that this foundation earns money is by giving riding lessons. Now what kid doesn’t like horses? Actually I think the question should be, what grandmother does not realize that not everyone is like her? Oh well. This is where the kids wanted to stay. Looking at the goats. None of them wanted to go near the horses. But at least I got to take a closer look into my beloved mountain range and pet a few horses into the bargain too.



Stepping out of the box and into Monsanto

Agent Orange, (sprayed on American troops and Vietnamese civilians during the Vietnam War) contamination of ground and water by dumping tons of PCB’s into the ground while aware of the health risks involved. And on and on goes the story of Monsanto.

Every chance I get I try to educate my friends on what Monsanto is doing and the danger of having them here in Hawaii.

Yes I can tell my friends and post it on my Twitter, Facebook and blog. But when the email arrived in my computer that GMO~Free Oahu was going to be protesting the Kunia Monsanto operation, I froze.

That was less than five minutes from my house! In the past I’ve not been able to attend any of the rallies  that were held by GMO ~Free as I’ve always had to do something or could not get to where they were. It was always something. But now, it was near my house and at a perfect time.

Still I froze. I marked the date and went on with my life, but when the date arrived everyone said “Karen are you going to the protest?” My son-in-law mentioned right at the time of the group meeting up, that I’d better get down to Starbucks as, he had seen all the Monsanto protestors there.

He Actually thought I was going! I actually thought I was going, and yet I was still frozen. Then my daughter said, “I’ll drop you off and pick you up so you don’t have to walk down.”

What could I say? My foot was hurting? Well yes it was as a matter of fact. I had to cook dinner?  Well yes I could have but my daughter was already doing that. No, I had to go. The stars had aligned. Against me! I had to put my money where my mouth was.

I put my camera, and phone in my pocket, tried to comb my hair that looked like straw, straightened out my clothes and stepped out of the box and into the car. It was one of the hardest things I’d ever done.

As I started up the street with all of the protesters I realized that I was shy. I realized that I felt small. I realized that I felt insignificant and out-of-place. Where did that come from? I’ve always been outspoken, give tours to perfect strangers  at the museum. I sit in restaurants all the time and eat by myself and have never felt out-of-place. And yet, here I was thinking every one was looking at me and saying what is that odd, old, gray-haired lady doing here?

But I took out my camera and started snapping away. I stood on the side of the road with everyone else and even met a young woman who made me feel very comfortable.

I still feel funny about doing it but I feel good because I had to do it. Monsanto is a monster and it is taking over the food industry and if I stand back and hope that other people will take my place then I would feel shame. I may have felt out-of-place, odd-looking, and shy but I never felt shame.

And so, in this new insight about myself I managed to get some photos to share with you. No, I’m not in any of them but I’m proud to say I was there to take them. Now maybe next time I’ll bring a sign and call out slogans. Little steps. Little steps.

It’s sad to say, but Rainbows even arch over evil places like Monsanto

Look at this little guy, and I was afraid to go. Out of the mouth of babes and all that it entails

If you look behind the protestors you can see one of Monsanto’s people up on the rise photographing us throughout the whole demonstration

Every morning I would drive up this hill to take my granddaughter to school. I loved the drive as we passed the waving sugar cane and gazed at the mountain range. Now GMO’s grow where the cane and pineapple once thrived and my drive has been ruined with the thought of what goes on behind the shrub

The driveway into Monsanto where they had set up a tent. They had been talking and maybe even entertaining reporters before demonstrators showed up. That might be why the TV coverage was so slanted towards them.

Last but unfortunately not least is the view of Monsanto taking over the North Shore. They are covering all the lands and islands. They have made large contributions to many of the politicians, who favor them in return despite protest, and evidence of the health risk they are bringing to the islands.

If you would like to read more about what Monsanto represents and where they have been or extracted from, you can check out this site; Monsanto

If you would like to join those who are trying to do something about this company you can Facebook them at

GMO~Free Oahu.

Fight Over Genetically Modified Organisms Food Labeling – Video from KITV Honolulu

I’m enclosing a clip from our local news about how we are fighting to have our foods labeled to let people know if there are any GMO ingredients in the package. The Hawaiian people fought to keep Monsanto and University of Hawaii from trying to Change the Taro plant into a GMO (Genetically Modified) plant and the Hawaiians won. Thank goodness.

But right now Monsanto is paying off many, many people and feeding them false information about the foods being safe. So it has been a long hard fight to get any of the representatives or senators who are not receiving anything from Monsanto to introduce this bill.

So the Hawaiians who were involved in the fight to save their taro are back to help those of us trying to keep our food from being contaminated. So they brought their statue of Haloa. Legend has it that Haloa (http://honoluluweekly.com/cover/story-continued/2006/03/food-for-life/) was born to two major gods. He was misshapen and died. When he was buried the Taro plant grew from him. His brother born after him took care of the plant and in turn the plant fed him and his family and all the nation of Hawaii.

So the taro plant is more than a plant it is family and treated with respect and honored. So with that background you can now take a look at the news clipping and understand a little more.

Hawaiian Activists Fight Over Genetically Modified Organisms Food Labeling – Video – KITV Honolulu.



Hawaiian Rainbows

It’s winter and the temperatures have dropped. Here in Hawaii, despite what many think, it can get pretty cold. Witness the snow on Mauna Kea.

This time of year also means that the weather is wet and for the ancient Hawaiians it meant work came to a stop and the time of Lono began. If you would like to read about that I posted it in a previous blog on the Rise of Pleiades and Lono

But for me it means rainbows. I am almost guaranteed a rainbow where ever I go. I thought for those who are suffering in a much colder climate, grayer skies, and maybe sloshing through the snow you might enjoy seeing rainbows. Of course, I’m taking chances here, you just may get upset and never look at my blog again. Honestly, I’m not rubbing it in.

Rainbows are so beautiful against such vividly blue overcast skies that when I see them I am always reminded that life can be so beautiful and that something so exquisite is free for everyone to look at and maybe be inspired.

This is the field right up the street from my house and most evenings this is what I see

If I’m walking out my front door I see rainbows over the neighbor’s house

Taking Nico to school there are always rainbows over his classes.

On my way to coffee at Starbucks I’m struck by the red of the awnings and the truck sitting on the wet pavement in front of the Jack in the Box. All are under the arch of the rainbow

Even the evil creators of the Frankenseeds, Monsanto, have a rainbow ending in their fields. I guess you can say, with all the farmers Monsanto has sued for growing their seeds that flew into the poor farmers fields, indeed there is a pot of stolen gold.

And as many of you know I love to picnic in  Waikiki. I always arrive around 5:30 AM. I never know what is going to greet me. Be it a stunning purple and pink sunrise, or a beautiful rainbow.

And I am sure many of you have seen this my favorite rainbow of all. My son was under the umbrella. It had rained all morning and we weren’t sure what kind of picnic it would turn out to be when the rainbow came out followed by a bright, Hawaiian sun. A promise of a wonderful day.

Kunia Hawaii Post office

The Kunia Post Office

View from Plantation Camp towards Honolulu

Sun, green mountain ranges, nor blue skies detour our mailman. No sleet or snow for him. Our post mistress at the Kunia Post Office has to put up with the above view and friendly people who are enjoying  another day in paradise as she disperses stamps, weighs packages or arranges passports.

Side View Of the Kunia Post Office
Driving up the road on my way to the post office I am banked by green ridged mountains. I love this little outpost. Even during the Christmas season when every postmaster is overwhelmed by lines of people bearing boxed gifts to be sent to far off places I know that I will most likely be able to walk right up to the postal window in this trailer and get quick, friendly, helpful and competent service.
The Bus Stop

Even waiting for the conveniently, located bus can be a relaxing experience. All of these camp homes are close together in  they are but a few minutes walk from each other. Yet they have more space between them then the new modern homes down the road where we live. Like my son-in-law is fond of saying, our houses are so close we know the neighborhood kids from point of conception. Our windows are too close for comfort.

Sugar Plantation Home

Kunia Post office is situated in the middle of a plantation camp. This was all Dole Pineapple until recently when Dole decided to close down. The workers who lived right here on this plantation were allowed to stay on until they could find other places to live.

As it happened another big conglomerate, one that disturbs me, moved in and kept the workers on. Monsanto is now our neighbor growing their Frankenseed and secretly growing who knows what other monsters in their labs.
Hmm, I wonder how long our mountains will stay green and the workers will stay healthy? Well at least I still have my post office. I’ll stay away from the corn, soybeans and who knows what else Monsanto has contaminated.
But the little post office that could is still a part of my day. So far. With all of the post office closings I worry that Kunia Post Office might be on that list. So I buy stamps, mail packages and get my fill of post office gossip (psst did you hear the post office was broken in to?) while I can.
If you live here in the Waipahu area and want a nice postal experience and maybe help to keep it open, here are the directions; Kunia Post office.

It’s time to Roundup Monsanto

Kapiolani Park Waikiki Hawaii

I received this email today and thought it important enough to post it to my blog. As many of you may know I have not been happy about Monsanto moving their Frankenseed to Hawaii no less moving 3 blocks from my house as the crow flies. Their crafting genetically modified foods, I feel and have read, is causing many problems for farmers, animals and I am sure our health. If you would like to see a short video on just what Monsanto does please go to this site. http://www.hulu.com/watch/169440/cooking-up-a-story-seeds-of-life-david-vs-goliath


Dear Lovers of Kapiolani Park and All Our City Parks:

The other day I was walking through Kapiolani Park and I noticed the grass underneath many of the picnic tables and trees is yellow, much too evenly to be natural. I immediately called the Park Manager to confirm my fear: They have, indeed, sprayed Round Up , a herbicide,where kids play, where animals roam without warning anyone.
Round up is dangerous (please read below), and has been banned in more forward thinking cities and countries, and in most of Europe, for example. Round up is also bad for the trees and leaks into the water table and the ocean.

I urge everyone to call the Kapiolani Regional Park Manager voice your complaint. 971- 2510.

Me? I filed formal complaints with the Governor and the Mayor and our local Neighborhood Board put it on their agenda and I had an hour-long meeting with the Park Manager who claims that the herbicide cuts down on labor. Well, yes it does. But what is wrong with getting off that mower and using a weed whacker more often? I have walked the park informing parents, yoga groups, and picnic-ers. There are things worth preserving, things working this hard for. You can assume it was sprayed in all the other public parks as well instead of just lowering the grass growth naturally.

Thank you for calling!

WASHINGTON — The chemical at the heart of the planet’s most widely used herbicide — Roundup weed-killer, used in farms and gardens across the U.S. — is coming under more intense scrutiny following the release of a new report calling for a heightened regulatory response around its use.
Critics have argued for decades that glyphosate, the active ingredient in Roundup and other herbicides, poses a serious threat to public health. Industry regulators, however, appear to have consistently overlooked their concerns. A comprehensive review of existing data released this month by Earth Open Source, an organization that wants to advance sustainable food production, shows that industry regulators have known for years that glyphosate causes birth defects and is linked with many leukemia’s.

Mary Lou Sanelli
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