Motivated by compassion, this marvelous non-profit organization located on the westside of Oahu gives sanctuary to unwanted horses in Hawaii who have been abused, injured or neglected. Equine 808 Horse Rescue provides emergency relief, medical treatment, rehab and adoption services.

As a 501c3 non-profit, Equine 808 Horse Rescue has been operating since 2008. With no government aid, the organization relies completely on volunteer labor, community financial support, and love.

Their education programs seek to enlighten community members on responsible care and ownership of horses – in a fun, outdoors setting where they meet resident horses and other farm animals.

Some children get their first exposure to a ranching lifestyle here. Many come to Horse Camp, for birthday parties, or on field trips with Boy or Girl Scouts, etc. The site also boards outside horses as space allows. Riding lessons teach adults and children horse care, riding management and the responsibility of owning a such an animal.

Volunteers carefully record each horse’s information on a clipboard – much like a hospital clipboard for each patient – so that they can track the horses’ recovery. The horses receive unique care according to their individual needs as they are rehabilitated, re-trained and prepared for adoption.

Michelle Blacconiere, Equine Behavioral Specialist, assumed her position as Site Manager about 5 months ago. As the owner of her own business, Honolulu Horse and Carriage, Michelle saw that although there are many dog and cat rescue organizations, Equine 808 is the only horse rescue facility on island. She therefore understands the importance of her role, guiding a team of about 35 volunteers. As she says, these horses cannot feed and care for themselves!  

For those interested in assisting these animals, many more volunteer positions are available – working with the animals, in administration, on ranch maintenance, public awareness, and fundraising. There’s even a rebuild going on that could use helping hands. Volunteer orientations happen the first Saturday of each month at 10 am, the next orientation coming up October 6th.

94-1108 Kunia Road, Lot #21, Kunia, Hawaii

(808) 590-1210

Most of us at Still & Moving Center know Kezia as a fantastic aerial teacher and performer in her own right. She LOVES climbing, dancing and dangling from aerial silks, hanging in aerial yoga hammocks. Scratch the surface of this ardent aerialist though, and you will find a devoted horse woman, and animal lover in general.

Sometimes she finds ways to combine her passions, doing yoga on horseback, for example, which is high enough off the ground to qualify as “aerial yoga” to me, but not something we’ll be able to offer indoors at Still & Moving Center!!!

On horseback since before she could walk, Kezia rides, grooms and cares for horses daily. She considers herself blessed to own her horse Herbie and to care for numerous other equine friends of hers.

Not only does Kezia do the customary cleaning, brushing and feeding of horses, she works with them at a deeper level. Just as she provides medical massage to human beings in pain, she also offers it to horses. I’ve felt her touch; it’s both strong and gentle and truly healing. But for those of us mere mortals, imagining how this beautiful young woman – even though certainly very muscular – can get that kind of traction on a body the size of a horse is mystifying!  Nevertheless, island horse owners in-the-know seek out Kezia’s massage services regularly for their four-legged rides.

Kezia can be found at horse stables between Hawaii Kai and Waimanalo. She’s an important part of the horse community on Oahu.

Horses are just part of Kezia’s animal family, which also includes a cat named Bart and a newly adopted feral kitten called Snow Fox. Kezia valiantly defends all animals who are treated cruelly, from a tiger kept for gawkers at a truckstop, to an inhumanely singed kitten, to abandoned caged animals of all sorts. Watch her social media and you’ll have plenty of opportunities to sign petitions to save these innocent creatures who have come to Kezia’s watchful attention.  

My advice: don’t mess with this lady when she’s protecting her beloved friends in the animal kingdom!


Contributed by Kezia Holm

If you are sad or lonely, pet a purring cat.

Cats can help those who are lonely feel a connection with another life. Coming home to a cat can provide welcome company to those who are single or widowed. A cat’s purr of contentment has a contagiously calming effect. And caring for another creature – such as a finicky cat – can help you take your mind off your own worries, especially when the cat settles into your lap for a snuggle.

If you want to know how you’re really feeling, spend time with a horse.

Horses sense every emotion that you’re feeling and respond back to it. They give you a very palpable reflection of whatever emotion is traveling through your system. They notice such things as when you’re holding your breath. Researchers have shown that horses not only can recognize facial emotions and body language but also retain a memory of those things.

If you want to get in touch with your inner child, go play with a dog.   

Go for it, get silly, and chase around the living room with a puppy or a frisky dog. Tug on a toy with a dog, wrestle her to the ground over it, and get covered with slobber along the way! Dig a hole to China in the beach with your furry friend. Jump into the water with a dog and race him to see who gets ahead. Get out and shake all the water off as vigorously as the dog does.  No matter if you don’t own a dog – there are plenty of them just a tail’s wag away who will be happy to come out and play with your inner child!


I often call him Eeyore – you know that droopy eared, sad-sack donkey in Winnie the Pooh. His real name is Bob, and he’s my husband’s step dad – the only grandfather our kids ever knew on that side of the family. Seldom, if ever, the life of the party, Bob’s a quiet man who verges on stubborn and grumpy more frequently these days. And yet, sometimes he surprises me.

At age 62 myself, I’ll have to live another half of my current age to catch up to where Bob is now at age 91. That’s a long time to live! He sleeps and takes some of his meals at a very nice senior home in Santa Barbara, California. He’s just recently had to give up bike riding, and his long walks have gotten much shorter.

He drives home during daytime hours to the house he lived in with Cliff’s mom for so many years. Our son Shankar and his fiance DD who now live there, welcome him daily with good cheer. They always seem able to find the humorous side of Grandpa Bob. Well, not always. Shankar finally had to set Bob straight about being curt and demanding to the waitresses when they went out for dinner together. Bob has since mended his ways on that front… most of the time!

Finding subjects of conversation with Bob is not easy for most of us. He holds politically and socially opposite viewpoints from every other person in the family – so that closes off most topics regarding the daily news. Shankar and he like to occasionally travel to Los Angeles to take in an A’s baseball game. Not being a sports person, I lack that area of dialogue that Shankar shares with him. Oh dear, what to talk about?

Bob is intensely interested in the weather, and keeps a rain gauge at the house. As a professional scientist and a former sailor who spent many happy summers taking friends on boating excursions, Bob studies weather news intently. So at least there’s that. When I call him every Sunday morning, I get a lengthy description of the changing temperatures and general drought conditions there in California. Of course the Santa Barbara flooding (rare) and fires (frequent) add spark to those conversations, especially when Shankar is out fighting those fires. He’s so proud of his grandkids.

The recent volcanic activity on Hawaii island fascinated him when he came to visit the last couple weeks. Bob wanted to track the lava flow mile by mile when he was here visiting. We even set up a trip for him, accompanied by a much younger friend of ours, to helicopter over Fissure 8 and see the lava flowing down to the sea. He loved that!

He most enjoyed going to work with our younger son Govi to his construction job sites. Our usually taciturn Bob was so thrilled about spending time with Govi, being part of the workflow, he came back to the house saying he’d just spent 2 of the best days he could remember in years. He was jubilant!

It’s rough being a widower. Cliff’s mom Sue was the sunshine of his life, and she’s been gone now for nearly four years. He’s managed to keep himself on a pretty even keel, psychologically and physically, by assiduously following his routines of getting out and about. But he’s still quite a loner. Even living in the senior home for all this time, sharing his dinner in the dining hall at tables with other residents almost every night, he still hasn’t managed to learn the name of a single other person in the facility. He’s just not what you would call a cozy, easily approachable guy.

Then there’s the matter of his health, which he frets over constantly. He keeps up a constant regimen of doctors appointments, checking his own blood pressure daily. He self-diagnoses all the time and then takes himself to the emergency room for “consultations” as he calls them, when he thinks it will be too long until his next appointment. Of course, he always thinks he knows more than the doctors do, so that can lead to interesting developments. And who am I to say? He’s made it into his nineties with a sharp mind and functioning body!

On the last day of his visit here, the rest of the family was all off island for Govi’s paddling race. I was determined to devote the majority of my time to making it a great day for Bob – on my one day off of the week, and yes, I was feeling like something of a martyr and feeling ashamed of myself about that. Anyway, I planned a trip to Bishop museum, a nice drive, a good dinner somewhere…. Some things we could enjoy together.

Bob started the day with the papaya he had asked me to buy as a special treat he never gets in Santa Barbara. He found that delicious. And that was the last enjoyable part of the day.

He next asked to be taken to the emergency room for a “consultation”. When I came to pick him up, they told me he was back in the emergency room because he had undone a procedure the doctor had performed to begin with. No time was left in the day by the time we got home, and of course he was tired, poor guy. After dinner, he asked for a third E/R visit of the day, which got us out shortly before midnight. (He’s doing fine now, thanks for wondering.)

We left for the airport the next morning at 5:30 am to put him on his flight home. Here’s when I got surprised. He apologized for leaving such a big mess to clean up – I wasn’t expecting that. Then our normally non-demonstrative Bob gave me not one but TWO big bear hugs, thanked me for being such a good hostess and told me he loved me!!!

That from Eeyore. Wow. I like it when people don’t easily fall into my expectations of them.

When I told our son Shankar this story, he was not surprised by any of it, including the happy ending. Shankar summed it up: “He has the redeeming value of being a great grandpa. He may not get along well in bigger groups but one-on-one it’s not hard to see he has a pure soul and heart of gold.”

And so I continue on my journey to more fully understand the human heart.

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Murat comes across with an unassuming, almost humble, old-world air when you first meet him. Then you discover he’s actually outrageous, earnest… and a remarkably self-confident, fun-loving professional devoted to people’s fitness and self-esteem! This unusual combination of qualities allows him to cultivate his students’ and clients’ confidence – whether he’s teaching Turkish bellydance, Pilates, foam roller or he’s coaching personal fitness. He’s comfortable in his skin, and people simply look and feel their best when working with Murat. We celebrate his multi-faceted contributions to Still & Moving Center and his enthusiastic boost of camaraderie to the Honolulu bellydance community.

We applaud Murat for recently bringing his mentor, the internationally acclaimed dance teacher and Pilates instructor Roxy Menzies, to Still & Moving for 10 days of workshops and private bodywork.  Murat has also served as a choreographer for Still & Moving upon request for private parties, and has now added personal fitness coaching and private bellydance to his offerings here.

Murat and his dance students appeared on Ala Moana Mall’s Center Stage this Spring in front of three stories of onlooking shoppers. Performing bellydance to slow-paced Korean music, Murat sought to break through typical stereotypes about bellydance with this message: You don’t have to shake and shimmy all the time, you can just DANCE. Not using traditional mid-eastern music, he bridged two cultures while emphasizing the quality of the dance itself.

At our 7 Year Re-Birthday Celebration in March, Murat with his bellydancers and Kumu Malia with her hula dancers joined artistic talents in a single musical piece! Murat sought to demonstrate his respect for the dance tradition of the native culture, as the two groups took turns dancing to the same Hawaiian song.

When the Middle East Dance Association of Hawaii (MEDAH) put on their Hafla this Spring with many bellydance teachers and their students performing, Murat was there cheering everyone on, with enthusiastic support for all.

When I asked Murat how he learned to bellydance, his learning seems to have been completely organic, as if through osmosis. His mother and especially his aunt were beautiful bellydancers in Turkey where he was born and raised. He loved watching them dance, and even though he did not actually dance with them, when the need arose later in life – as you shall read – he knew instinctively how to perform and teach bellydance.

For those not graced with learning bellydance through their mother’s milk, so to speak, Murat gives a systematic presentation of the basic elements of Turkish bellydance in his classes, assigning numbers to the various moves, so that students can progress as if in a school course. As of this year, Murat is in fact offering three levels of instruction: Turkish Bellydance for Beginners,  for Fitness, and for Performers. His dream is to eventually offer instruction online to reach his students back in Turkey, as well as many others. He hopes to eventually offer international teacher training.

Few people here, perhaps, know Murat’s unique life story in Turkey. As a child and through college, Murat did gymnastics. People became so impressed by his gymnast physique, they eventually convinced him to start show dancing – not bellydance – to DJ music at the biggest, poshest nightclub in Istanbul when he was 20 years old. Soon he was dancing with European dance teams.

A high-end fitness studio in Istanbul then hired Murat to teach his own style of nightclub show dancing. Between his teaching and his performances, Murat became  so popular he was featured on a magazine cover. He meanwhile became a personal trainer.

Up until that time, Murat still had never publicly bellydanced. One day, a well-known bellydance teacher at the sports club was suddenly absent and management begged Murat to sub for her. Suffice it to say that he was such a big hit with the students, they insisted that the club add Murat as a regular bellydance teacher.

Backtracking to another couple threads of Murat’s life story, we find that this guy has a bright mind to go with a beautiful body! About the same time he began show dancing in the nightclub, Murat also entered law school in Istanbul, which he successfully completed, and then passed his bar exam.  Once he became national news as a dancer, the conservative Turkish bar said he had to either stop doing dance shows or stop being a lawyer. Murat is not one to be thwarted. He simply went underground with his dancing: no interviews, no videos, no social media postings.

As a lawyer, Murat specialized in branding and franchising, eventually deciding he needed his own brand. On vacation, Murat ate his first fortune cookie in San Francisco Chinatown – it was a completely new experience for him. So he opened a fortune cookie factory when he returned home, the first in Turkey, first in Middle East. He used the name he had already well branded for himself dancing, so everyone ordered cookies from him. He made a fortune with his fortune cookies, then sold the company.

Murat came to Hawaii in 2016. I recognized a talented teacher as soon as I met him at one of our Sunday Satsangs, and hired him instantly. He’s been a valued member of our faculty and community ever since, unsurprised by his classes’ ever-growing popularity. We love this guy!


Our current guest trainer Carmen designed AIReal Yoga™ to use an aerial hammock as a yoga prop.  She also became the first to offer an aerial yoga teacher training recognized by Yoga Alliance. After the birth of her second child, Jude, Carmen was determined to heal her body from the extreme sport of gymnastics, as well as heal her spirit from abuses she had suffered along the way. The practice of aerial yoga became her saving grace.

Carmen never expected to have her own studio or brand… it all arose out of her impulse to be of service. Growing up doing highly competitive gymnastics, she endured physical, mental, emotional and sexual abuse from her coaches. Then going to UCLA on a full scholarship for gymnastics and competing on the National Championship team, Carmen experienced coaching as loving support – a complete change of approach that showed her how teaching and mentoring should really be done.

Carmen emerged from being a victim to being someone who is both more resilient and more compassionate as a result of her many life experiences. She gives special credit to two of her teachers in life. Her coach Valorie Kondos at UCLA gave Carmen and her teammates the safe space to grow into strong women and strong leaders to others. Gurmukh of Golden Bridge Yoga taught Carmen that the purpose of life is to love and serve.  Service – it’s the greatest love.

Carmen is joined by her husband Gregg in this shared inspiration. As they give-back to others, in 2012 Carmen and Gregg opened The Aerial Studio in Ventura, California, offering classes in AIReal Yoga™, the aerial performing arts and theatre, acrobatics, dance, parkour, trampoline, and yoga. A unique and inspirational space, The Aerial Studio is a place to enjoy fun, health-filled forms of fitness, as well a place to train to become a professional cirque performer. At a deeper level, their studio is  a haven for community, for people to laugh and learn together with loving, supportive teachers.

Carmen and Gregg also adore being parents and consider Zoe and Jude to be their best gifts to the world!

Carmen is offering 2 workshops at Still & Moving Center this August:

Aloha in the Air!

Aerial Yoga Teacher Training

Contributed by Carmen Curtis

Being in the aerial hammock calms the nervous system with a deep feeling of full support, security, like being hugged in your mother’s arms. I like to say, “Love is in the air!” You may also experience a feeling of weightlessness, freedom – both physically and psychologically.

Aerial Yoga promotes a pain-free body. Whether you are a newcomer to yoga or well-practiced in the art of asana, Aerial Yoga assists you in alleviating common aches and pains and preventing injury. It reduces anxiety, depression, insomnia and  migraines. By increasing circulation, aerial yoga decreases inflammation and aging processes. It moves you on your journey to deeper self-healing.

The hammock develops your balance and stabilizing muscles. Used as a spotting device for your yoga practice, the aerial hammock makes poses accessible by supporting your weight, encouraging weaker muscles to strengthen, lengthening tight/inflexible areas, expanding your range of motion, and providing traction.

Aerial Yoga teaches healthy breathing techniques. You develop a nourishing breath that calms the mind and fuels the muscles. Using the hammock as a supportive prop helps take your focus off the struggle of the asana or perfection of form and turns your attention to the cadence of the breath, releasing distractions of the mind. The hammock helps you find peace instead of worry.

Face your fears and conquer them! Postures such as inversions and backbends can feel terrifying. Using the hammock as a prop to safely enter into and out of them helps build confidence in yourself, awareness of your strength and ability, may allow you to eventually perform the posture without the aid of a prop, and certainly helps you overcome the fear of falling.


Carmen is offering 2 workshops at Still & Moving Center this August:

Aloha in the Air!

Aerial Yoga Teacher Training

Mālia and I agree that we may never again in our lifetimes experience hula performed at such a high caliber, on such deep underpinnings as to what it all means. The costumes, the sheer numbers of dancers presenting such powerful, complex, fast choreography, the incredible variety of chanting styles, the artistry… absolutely over the top.

The people who put on the 5th (and final) World Hula conference in Hilo on the island of Hawai’i have a profound understanding of what’s behind hula, and an incredible generosity of heart in sharing it. Throughout the conference, the hula descendants of Aunty Edith Kanaka’ole and their hula school, Hālau O Kekuhi, shared their learning with us as profusely as Madame Pele’s contemporaneous lava flows.

We were fortunate to spend one anahulu – a 10 day Hawaiian week – with 900 other participants at the conference. Along with our field trips on this VERY LIVING island that is growing by acres a day, we enjoyed opportunities galore, experiencing hula combined with the elements of nature we were chanting and dancing about.

To give us a sense of place on the evening before the conference, Mālia drove us up Mauna Kea, a magnificent, dormant volcano from which we got a tremendous view of the sunset. This vast mountain rises up 33,000 feet from the seafloor! Our tiny – yet important to us – presence within such a grand vista signified to me something of the magnitude of attending this last-of-its-kind conference.

Arriving at the Edith Kanaka’ole Stadium for our first practice for the opening ceremony felt overwhelming, partly because it spans the size of an airplane hangar and partly because it hosts the Merrie Monarch Hula Festival every year. With Kumu Mālia were her 13-year-old sons Waiea and Kaiehu, fellow hula students Kai’olena (Elaina Malm) and Ka’ike (Alex Miller), plus myself – a merry little band of six ourselves!

From our early morning hakikino (literally “break the body”) warm-up hula practices to their late night performances every evening, this family never stopped sharing hula with us. They, with their associated kumu hula and students, presented us with many dozens of workshops on hula and related Hawaiian culture, history and language, as well as field trips all over the island of Hawai’i. The giving never stopped. The hula they danced and the oli they chanted, so far from light-duty tourist performances, were rich, intense, breath-taking and sacred.

For months, I had been steeling myself for the possibility of not qualifying to participate in the opening ceremony, yet I committed to doing my best to prepare for it. By the end of two extra days of practicing the Hawaiian chants and hula dances for the opening ceremony, I was a big knot of aches and pains, especially from the literally derrière-kicking squat turns that we danced to enter the stadium on the concrete floor, in addition to kneeling on the same surface for our ipudrum hula.

My strong attempts at memorizing the chants were less than 100% successful, although I made great strides in understanding what they meant. So I was quite nervous going into the final rehearsal on Saturday, knowing that Keali’i Reichel might again walk through the group inspecting our lips for accuracy. To my huge relief, I made it through the rehearsal and was allowed a place in the next day’s ceremony.

Mālia had been wondering how on earth we were going to find the palapalai ferns she wanted to use to make our head and necklei for the ceremony. When she woke up one morning, the word Kalōpā imprinted itself upon her mind. It felt like a miracle – she was remembering back to her childhood when she once collected ferns with her hula halau at Kalōpā Native Forest State Park. Sure enough, when we drove an hour north into the hills, we found a beautiful forest filled with exactly the ferns we needed. After years of sweeping our hands in dance through the “deep, dark forest” of ferns, it felt magical to literally see and touch these delicate plants. Wearing them the next day was an itchy honor!

We danced into the opening ceremony, a golden sea of olena (turmeric) dyed costumes, arriving wave after wave onto the stadium floor, some four or five hundred strong. I felt surrounded by support: Kumu Mālia was on the stage behind me, all three of our young men arrayed directly in front of me, and Kai’olena above in the stadium cheering us on. Hawaiian voices chanted in thundering unison all around me as we faced the altar that had been specially assembled and draped with many lei of native Hawaiian plants. The slow, ceremonial passing out of coconut cups of ʻawa, in addition to the hula and chanting, signified the creation of sacred space for the passing on of knowledge. And per Hawaiian tradition, everyone in the stadium was generously fed.

The conference continued with days of workshops, 25-30 offerings a day, and field trips all over the island. We learned so much I’m tempted to create a giant video of the event, but I’ll leave that to professionals!

The entire conference was an absolute tour-de-force by the hula descendents of a “Living Treasure of Hawaii” from 1979, Aunty Edith. Her daughter, Aunty Pualani Kanahele, largely spearheaded the conference – with support from other traditionally trained hula masters: Hōkulani Holt-Padilla, her sister Nalani Kanaka’ole, her daughter Kekuhi Keali’ikanaka’ole and her son-in-law Taupōuri Tangarō, even while mourning the loss of conference cofounder Leinā’ala Kalama Heine.

So there you have my window into the events of Ka ʻAha Hula ʻO Hālauaola, the 5th World Hula Conference. In keeping with the tradition of Hawaiian newspapers in the 1800’s, I’m afraid we will need to hold you in suspense until a future edition of Life at the Center, when I can recount what it all meant to me – the real heart of my story. Until then, a hui hou!

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The act of widening our eyes opens us to wonder, to awe, to taking in a broader field of experience. It’s how babies and little children learn about their world.

Physically, the very act of relaxing the eyes into a more open position releases strain and tension in the head, neck and shoulders, relaxing the body, and instantly changing its chemical/hormonal composition.

Emotionally, I’ve found that I cannot hold a grudge or feel anger or depression with my eyes wide open.

The Brown Belt training level in Nia encourages us to expand our peripheral vision. It’s even possible to focus our gaze without narrowing it… Try it! I find that I can still see the item of focus without losing its context. Good metaphor for life, eh? I still need to consciously remind myself to let go of the squint, the furrowed brow, and to expand my visual horizon.

We take a different approach to life when we mindfully use our eyes to truly receive what it has to offer. We let in its magic.

Brought to us by Bess Press

How cool is it to publish local books by your favorite authors and then open a mortar and brick bookstore to sell them from?!? In business for 39 years as a family publishing company, Bess Press has recently decided to do just that, debuting da Shop in Kaimuki.

Whether it’s history with Hawaiians of Old—Nâ Kânaka Maoli o ka Wâ Kahiko, or keiki picture books such as Twinkle, Twinkle, Small Hōkū, or local language manuals like Pidgin To Da Max, Bess Press prints it. I’m the proud owner of a gorgeous, memory-capturing tabletop book of theirs: Mālama Honua: Hōkūleʻa – A Voyage of Hope. Bess Press stands as one of the major publishers of curriculum in Hawaiian and Pacific Island studies.

And now, as of March, Buddy Bess and his ohana sell all this good reading material to us in a comfy, family friendly space called da Shop!

Their kids section that takes up half the store, but never fear, adults! Besides a great selection of Hawaiian texts and Hawaiiana literature, da Shop constantly updates their selection of New York Times best-sellers.

If you can’t find what you are looking for, you will surely locate it in their easy-access digital database: browse over a million titles, purchase them in the store and they’ll ship directly to your doorstep.  

Come on in, bring the little ones, chill out in a lounge chair or bring a buddy to attend an event with a famous local kine author!

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