Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic Garden
Island of Kaua'i for over 40 years.
Bettejo is a regular opinion writer in the Garden Island news
and is the author of the famed novella, "The Scam."
Her latest fiction"Children of extinction"is now released and available on Amazon!
Bettejo has a gift of mingling
the present, the past, and the future.
It's easy to have a sweet disposition if you live in a loving family. Which I do. So many of us. So different. As different as the night sky from the day sky, the highest mountain from the deepest sea. We share. We care. We enjoy each other's company. We talk a lot, each in a different way, but we've learned to understand each other.
Sometimes, when it's raining, we sit hunched in a bunch and watch water--drops of water big and small, fast and slow--drip and drizzle and fall from the sky like it was never going to end. Occasionally a flash of brilliance bursts with a startle and the sound that follows curves the air. Overhead a cloudy wet gray blanket smothers us tight, and we think what it would be like if we never saw blue again. Dreary, I think, but I think most of us could adapt. We've been at it for a long long time. Adapting. Learning to live with the elements. Evolving from this to that. Changing.
We are the stuff stars are made of. You, too.
Eventually the sun comes out. Warm and welcome. Long legged trees grow longer taller. Green and gold and purple mountains in the distance grow high before our eyes. And clouds. All that blankety blank gray stuff has morphed into delightfully soft puffy and fluffy stuff that soars and sways and wanders away. Disappears sometimes. Sky high. Free. I think it likes it up there. And the earth around us smells so fresh and clean we soak it in like the fragrance of flowers blooming. It's just had a bath. It's happy. Birds sing and call to each other. And it never ends. Until the next rains come. Which they always do.
Just like you, me and my family love to eat. We all love cookies. Sometimes they come in a box, sometimes they emerge from an oven in a pan. Everyone's happy when his belly is full.
The oldest member of our family is a human. Just like you. He's tall. Not too tall. Slender. Long legged. Beautiful, just like me. He talks to us a lot, that's how we learn so much. We understand every word he say, sometimes we pay no heed, but he doesn't understand us. So strange. I think he thinks we can't think. Sad, kind'a. But I'll bet he knows we love him. Love is beyond words.
We've all been around much longer than he. I'm a turkey and my roots go back 65 million years. I'm a saurischian dinosaur, like Apatosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex, and Velociraptor. He's only been around for 200,000 years. We've learned so much. We wish he had, too. I'll be here next year. Happy Thanksgiving.
Bettejo breaking bread and
discussing life with her friend
and mentor, Richard Dawkins.