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Articles by Dean Kellio

The morning air was sweet smelling filled with the aroma of saw grass as I stepped out of the car and into the path of several Nenes. We had made it our goal to get up early and into the park before hordes of other people who were packed into tour busses like sardines in a tin can showed up. Mornings are the best time to do anything around Volcano, Hawaii as the sun is warm and shining through a partially clouded sky. 

The toddler’s feet kept kicking the tray table attached to the back of my seat. We were only half way to the big Island of Hawaii and now I was worried if the kid would even stop before we landed. The cycle went like this, I would just about doze off when I would awake to tap, tap, tap as the vibrations went through my seat, neck pillow and brain. I understand that kids will be kids and don’t usually think things through or particularly care about others around them but surly one of the parents accompanying them would say something.

I woke up this morning wondering what it would be like to have died. Well, yea it’s kind of a morbid thing to think about and really probably not an exceptionally profitable thing to think on first thing in the morning but, well, welcome to my world. 

Life, it’s everywhere. From the lowest depths of our great oceans to the outer limits of our atmosphere life is present, adapting and growing.  As you examine the world around you water will be at the heart of this phenomenon. It’s the requirement needed for all life to begin, grow and in which it flourishes. Even a tiny baby is protected and begins life surrounded by a watery bubble, safe and sound in their mother’s womb. 

The group of twelve all got up out of their chairs and descended upon the man who was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room.  He had asked the man in charge of leading the group in worship to pray for him.  Without missing a beat and as soon as it was time to close up the meeting Chris asked everyone to put their hands on Joshua.

Watching bumper stickers go by can be interesting, humorous, mystifying as well as baffling. It seems many of us have the need to enlighten our fellow travelers about an idea, boast of some successful challenge or reprimand thousands of complete strangers about some pet peeve that haunts and taunts them. Some bumper stickers often reflect rude pornographic thoughts while others try and convince us that they are part of a special group, set apart for a Devine purpose.

Have you ever marveled at a dandelion when it has gone to seed? Children love to pluck these delights and blow their soft rounded seeds into the wind and watch each seed as it takes flight and soars up and out of sight. As a dandelion flower is pollinated, its bright yellow flower eventually turns into a perfectly symmetrical sphere of seed parachutes. This sphere is perfectly organized using hundreds of these parachute shaped seeds, each fitting into its own socket on the stem.

Its 2:22 on Tuesday afternoon as I walk out my front door my Terrier-Border collie mix meets me with her favorite Frisbee in her mouth. I grab it and sail it through the air past a courtyard full of roses, iris, geraniums and star jasmine. She misses catching it because it was a bad throw and the disc careens into a large Dandelion patch. Several of the spherical seeds explode into the air sending hundreds of parachute like seeds on a new journey in search of a place to sprout and grow.

The gears crashed as a loud grinding sound thundered from under the driver’s seat. The lead car had faded slightly going into turn seven and slammed into the railing sending the number two car spinning into the infield. As the number three car desperately tried to avoid the debris the sidewall of a it’s rear tire overheated and exploded into shredded steel and rubber.  The car rolled several times before it went end over end finally coming to rest against the concrete T-rail barrier.

Have you ever seen a rare gold coin? Maybe you’ve even had an opportunity to hold one in your hands. The first distinguishing feature you notice is its weight, as they just have that “Hey, I’m worth something” feel to them. Next, if it’s an old European gold coin, you might notice the image of a king and some marking denoting denomination.