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Posts Tagged ‘itch’


Friday, October 10, 2014

jason poole, accidental hawaiian crooner, molokai, halawa valley, pilipo solatorio, mosquito, itch, itchy

“We made a deal with the mosquitoes,” Pops will often tell visitors to Hālawa Valley.  ”They promised to leave us alone and we promised to bring them new blood.” It usually makes everyone laugh and it makes the mosquitoes in the valley less of a threat, less of an inconvenience.  For the moment, anyway.

In the valley, I carry a long tī leaf with me and use it like a horse uses its tail, swatting at the pesky bugs that bite and sting my arms and legs and cause me to itch.  A leaf that starts out whole and ends us looking shredded and tired by the end of my walk.

I woke up this morning with an itch.  A nagging insistence.  A sensation that cries out SCRATCH ME.

I’m working on a huge writing project.  A project that I’ve lovingly referred to as Project Natalie here on the blog.  It’s been a lot of fun.  And a lot of work.

It’s overwhelming.

About this itch…  it’s the kind that’s hard to pinpoint.  Oh, how I wish it was like a mosquito bite that swelled up and left a red mark!  It would be easy to locate.  Easy to scratch.

But this itch is one that’s inside.  Deep inside.  It’s like an itch in my brain.

Thomas the Cat is an itchy little guy.  He’s a redhead, a ginger, and I’m told that redheaded cats are prone to skin conditions.  He’s a master when it comes to scratching.  He works furiously at first, clawing at skin with a vengeance.  Then he sits, leg still poised with claws at the ready, waiting to see if he’s been successful.  To see if he’s managed to scratch the itch.

I guess I’m kind of like him.  I scratch at the page with my pen, looking for the right stories to share, the perfect way to express what it is I’m trying to say. And then I sit and wait.  Have I found it?  Have I managed to quiet the voice that cries out, Scratch the itch!  Tell the story!

I don’t know.  I’m still scratching.  Still searching.  Still waiting.

Alice found a bottle that said DRINK ME, and she drank.  She found a cake that said EAT ME, and she ate.

I have a story that says WRITE ME.

And I’m still writing.

An itch that begs to be scratched.