Grow The Change Earthbag Work Day…

This is a project that has been more than a year in the works… we have slowly… inch-by-inch laid new layers upon this dream. Transforming a sandy hillside into terraced vegetable beds. With the addition of the vegetable terraces, our garden harvest will more than double. Bringing even more fresh, organic, local fruits and vegetables to the shelter kitchen and residents.

Earthbag “Super Adobe” is a sustainable and affordable method of building. Using sand, a little cement, and a lot of hands, you can build walls or structures that can last a lifetime. We have most of our walls built and are ready to begin our finish layers! This is a great opportunity to learn the earthbag building process from start to finish. Come support your community while learning a valuable skill. 

We will be getting dirty and working outside, wear closed toed shoes and appropriate clothing.

Bring: water bottle to refill, hat, sunglasses, sunscreen. More info 808-268-2649 or go to our Facebook page by clicking on the poster below.

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An excerpt from The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

the-old-man-and-the-sea-1-144915lAn excerpt from The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

The last novel Ernest Hemingway saw published, The Old Man and the Sea has proved itself to be one of the enduring works of American fiction. It is the story of an old Cuban fisherman and his supreme ordeal: a relentless, agonizing battle with a giant marlin far out in the Gulf Stream. Using the simple, powerful language of a fable, Hemingway takes the timeless themes of courage in the face of defeat and personal triumph won from loss and transforms them into a magnificent twentieth-century classic.

He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. In the first forty days a boy had been with him. But after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky, and the boy had gone at their orders in another boat which caught three good fish the first week. It made the boy sad to see the old man come in each day with his skiff empty and he always went down to help him carry either the coiled lines or the gaff and harpoon and the sail that was furled around the mast. The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

“Santiago,” the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up. “I could go with you again. We’ve made some money.”

The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him.

“No,” the old man said. “You’re with a lucky boat. Stay with them.”

“But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.”

“I remember,” the old man said. “I know you did not leave me because you doubted.”

“It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey him.”

“I know,” the old man said. “It is quite normal.”

“He hasn’t much faith.”

“No,” the old man said. “But we have. Haven’t we?”

“Yes,” the boy said. “Can I offer you a beer on the Terrace and then we’ll take the stuff home.”

“Why not?” the old man said. “Between fishermen.”

They sat on the Terrace and many of the fishermen made fun of the old man and he was not angry. Others, of the older fishermen, looked at him and were sad. But they did not show it and they spoke politely about the current and the depths they had drifted their lines at and the steady good weather and of what they had seen. The successful fishermen of that day were already in and had butchered their marlin out and carried…

– See more at: http://books.simonandschuster.com/Old-Man-And-The-Sea/Ernest-Hemingway/9780684830490#sthash.17C5UPGw.dpuf