What we’re about
This is a space for the living, breathing spirit of story—
For the kind of classics that stir the soul, open the heart, and awaken forgotten truths.
For the dreamers, seekers, visionaries, and quiet rebels who know that words can change everything.
Here, we read not only with our eyes, but with our lives. Whether it's a timeless novel, a visionary fable, a lost gem, or a modern myth in the making—if it speaks to the human spirit, it belongs here.
✨ We honor the classics that carry wisdom.
🌱 We explore stories that challenge norms and inspire freedom.
🔥 We gather not to critique, but to connect—to reflect, to expand, to feel.
This group is for kindred souls who believe literature is alive, who crave meaningful conversation, and who are ready to experience books as sacred catalysts for growth, healing, and evolution.
Welcome to Living Classics. Where story meets soul—and we remember who we are.
He Ho'oheno No 'E'eka
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"Everything in the world has a hidden meaning…
People, animals, trees, stars are all hieroglyphs…
We think they are really only people, animals, trees, stars.
It is only years later…
that some of us understand." — Nikos Kazantzakis
"The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper…" — Eden Phillpotts
“Change is not merely necessary to life—it is life.” — Alvin Toffler
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Community Guidelines:
Living Classics is a safe space community where mindfulness, inclusivity, mutual respect, and common ground are our top priorities. We welcome all who are energetically-aligned with such values, including ethnic and cultural identities, educational backgrounds, socioeconomic histories, gender choices, sexual orientation identities, spiritual identity choices, and personal belief choices.
Our group and all meetings are not a substitution for mental health or medical self-care. Please seek a qualified, licensed practitioner if you require such urgent assistance.
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Update:
For information on the Classic Books group migration, please message Bill and Arlinda.
We will keep this information here until April 24. This day will be when they will be leaving this space, as they have chosen of their own accord, with dignity, grace, and respect.
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....Kū Haʻaheo....
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Upcoming events (4+)
See all- 🌿 A Moment for Mother Earth. A Message from the Shoreline.🐬Link visible for attendees
🌿📖 On this Earth Day, I offer no event—only a pause. A breath. A quiet moment of remembrance.
Let us remember the Earth not as a resource, but as a relative.
Not as scenery, but as story.
Not as something to save, but as something we are.
This group has shifted in recent weeks, as have many of us. It has become a quieter, deeper space—one of story as medicine, myth as mirror, and literature as a lighthouse.
If you’re still here, you’re here for a reason.
And if you feel called to part ways, that’s honored too.
This space is now for those walking the long shoreline of wonder—where poetry, identity, and memory meet the sacred.
Thank you for being part of this story. 📖🌿
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Chapter 1
Remembering the calm embrace of quiet.it is okay to feel safe.
although I may flinch
at my thoughts.
they crash like tides
of violent storms
I have spent lifetimes
within.my fear has enabled
my survival.
thank you,
darkness,
for keeping me
safe.
then.
for so
so
long.today,
I learn to see
you.
let us rest
here
together.
this island
is our remembered
safety.
before it all
became
too much.when skies
were blue
and grande.
when innocence
was
protected.let us rest
here
together.the tides may
continue to
swirl
and
rage.but here,
it is safe to be okay.
****
Chapter 2
The mulberries.Today, on the bridge of land between two lakes, I picked rubbish from tall grasses. As I stretched through the barbed fence, I peeled away an old plastic bag stuck to the ground. It came away in pieces. Thoughts flash, and I worry about the animals. I try to pick up as many pieces as I can, but I can't get it all. I get caught in the barbed fence, my arms scraped by thorny vines.
I tell nature I'm sorry. That I did my best.
I stand up and look at the thorny vines. And see mulberries. The little kid in me remembers them from long ago. When sugar was needed for the bitterness.
I carefully reach through the barbed fence again and gently pick a ripe one. Purple as that part of nightfall that begins to sigh and settle.
It's sweet, and the little kid in me does a skip. I walk along the fence and pick several, savoring each one. Showing gratitude. And thinking how it's always amazing when looking closely at nature and seeing her wonders. Just waiting there to be noticed.
Gifts of abundance are all around, when developing perspective.
****
Chapter 3
The Orchestra.On the shoreline of wonder, night approaches. I sit in lotus position and greet the stars.
Lighting a candle, I whisper these truths:
For all the lost ones who have denied the light within their own souls,
for all the lost ones who met my kindness and warmth with cold judgment and criticism,
for all the lost ones who fiercely grip control and force when new seasons remind it is time to tend the cracked soil with renewal and growth,
for all the lost ones who denied my sovereignty, I say it is not your place to decide,
for all the lost ones who continue to believe in shadows within the cave because it is safe, I say may you one day feel love for yourself enough to wish for more,
for all the lost ones who cut me with their lies, I say I see behind your masks, and know that you are still beautiful, but your burdens, projections, fears, unhappiness, and discomforts are yours to carry,
for all the lost ones who preach what I should and shouldn't do, think or shouldn't think, I say, look within your self,
for all the lost ones who tried to cut me down and make me small enough to fit within their limited beliefs and narratives, I say my roots, my branches, my joy are far too big to ever be confined,
for all the ones who deny my voice, I say...
I sing.
Darkness falls.
I am unafraid.
Winds carry my songs
of unity and remembrance
through the grasses,
through the spring flowers,
and through the treetops
to greater heights.And together—
nature and I—
the souls of all who remember,
sing the chorus
of life.Our orchestra continues.
Everlasting.****
Chapter 4
Safe home within self is glorious.****
Chapter 5
Dream forms in the quiet stillness of night.and stars vibrate with remembered knowing.
****
© Earth and Sky Healing Initiative | Ke Ala o Papa a Lani
- 🌿 A Moment for Mother Earth. A Message from the Shoreline.🐬Link visible for attendees
🌿📖 On this Earth Day, I offer no event—only a pause. A breath. A quiet moment of remembrance.
Let us remember the Earth not as a resource, but as a relative.
Not as scenery, but as story.
Not as something to save, but as something we are.
This group has shifted in recent weeks, as have many of us. It has become a quieter, deeper space—one of story as medicine, myth as mirror, and literature as a lighthouse.
If you’re still here, you’re here for a reason.
And if you feel called to part ways, that’s honored too.
This space is now for those walking the long shoreline of wonder—where poetry, identity, and memory meet the sacred.
Thank you for being part of this story. 📖🌿
****
Chapter 1
Remembering the calm embrace of quiet.it is okay to feel safe.
although I may flinch
at my thoughts.
they crash like tides
of violent storms
I have spent lifetimes
within.my fear has enabled
my survival.
thank you,
darkness,
for keeping me
safe.
then.
for so
so
long.today,
I learn to see
you.
let us rest
here
together.
this island
is our remembered
safety.
before it all
became
too much.when skies
were blue
and grande.
when innocence
was
protected.let us rest
here
together.the tides may
continue to
swirl
and
rage.but here,
it is safe to be okay.
****
Chapter 2
The mulberries.Today, on the bridge of land between two lakes, I picked rubbish from tall grasses. As I stretched through the barbed fence, I peeled away an old plastic bag stuck to the ground. It came away in pieces. Thoughts flash, and I worry about the animals. I try to pick up as many pieces as I can, but I can't get it all. I get caught in the barbed fence, my arms scraped by thorny vines.
I tell nature I'm sorry. That I did my best.
I stand up and look at the thorny vines. And see mulberries. The little kid in me remembers them from long ago. When sugar was needed for the bitterness.
I carefully reach through the barbed fence again and gently pick a ripe one. Purple as that part of nightfall that begins to sigh and settle.
It's sweet, and the little kid in me does a skip. I walk along the fence and pick several, savoring each one. Showing gratitude. And thinking how it's always amazing when looking closely at nature and seeing her wonders. Just waiting there to be noticed.
Gifts of abundance are all around, when developing perspective.
****
Chapter 3
The Orchestra.On the shoreline of wonder, night approaches. I sit in lotus position and greet the stars.
Lighting a candle, I whisper these truths:
For all the lost ones who have denied the light within their own souls,
for all the lost ones who met my kindness and warmth with cold judgment and criticism,
for all the lost ones who fiercely grip control and force when new seasons remind it is time to tend the cracked soil with renewal and growth,
for all the lost ones who denied my sovereignty, I say it is not your place to decide,
for all the lost ones who continue to believe in shadows within the cave because it is safe, I say may you one day feel love for yourself enough to wish for more,
for all the lost ones who cut me with their lies, I say I see behind your masks, and know that you are still beautiful, but your burdens, projections, fears, unhappiness, and discomforts are yours to carry,
for all the lost ones who preach what I should and shouldn't do, think or shouldn't think, I say, look within your self,
for all the lost ones who tried to cut me down and make me small enough to fit within their limited beliefs and narratives, I say my roots, my branches, my joy are far too big to ever be confined,
for all the ones who deny my voice, I say...
I sing.
Darkness falls.
I am unafraid.
Winds carry my songs
of unity and remembrance
through the grasses,
through the spring flowers,
and through the treetops
to greater heights.And together—
nature and I—
the souls of all who remember,
sing the chorus
of life.Our orchestra continues.
Everlasting.****
Chapter 4
Safe home within self is glorious.****
Chapter 5
Dream forms in the quiet stillness of night.and stars vibrate with remembered knowing.
****
© Earth and Sky Healing Initiative | Ke Ala o Papa a Lani
- 🦸🏿♂️ The Hero With a Thousand Shadows 🦅Link visible for attendees
An Evening of Myth, Archetype & Soul Reflection
> “The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.”
> – Joseph Campbell> “I could not turn back time, but I could still sing.”
> – Queen LiliʻuokalaniAcross every culture, myth tells the story of the Hero’s Journey — a sacred path of transformation, exile, and return. But beneath the triumphs and tests lies something rarely spoken of: the shadow. The rejection, the misinterpretation, the grief that refines the soul more than any victory ever could.
In this soul-rich gathering of Living Classics, we step beyond the familiar myths and into the deeper currents of the journey — where masks are shed, stories are reclaimed, and archetypes are honored in their wholeness.
This is a space for reflection, discussion, and connection — not a lecture, but a soul circle.
Together, we will explore five powerful figures of the Hero's Journey and the shadows they carried:
- 🌑 Inanna – The Queen of Heaven who descended into the underworld and surrendered everything, including her crown.
- 🏛 Heracles – The famed warrior whose strength masked a deep well of grief, penance, and identity loss.
- 💫 Psyche – The soul on a path of love, trial, and inner awakening beyond the material world.
- 🔥 King Kamehameha I – A leader born of prophecy, shaped by exile, and remembered for uniting a nation through fire and vision.
- 🌺 Queen Liliʻuokalani – The last sovereign monarch of Hawaiʻi, who faced betrayal and imprisonment with grace, song, and an unshakable spirit.
Through multimedia offerings (music, poetry, and visual symbolism), journaling prompts, and open-hearted discussion, we will dive into the deeper meaning of heroism and ask:
- Who defines the hero?
- What happens when the journey begins with rejection?
- What wisdom is found in descent, not just return?
If you would like, please bring:
- A journal or notebook.
- A candle or object that represents your own soul journey.
- A favorite myth, quote, or story that has accompanied you through darkness or light.
Together, we embark on a quest of remembrance — honoring heroes of the past as reflections of our own brave inner journeys. In their myths, we uncover echoes of our resilience, perseverance, humility, valor, and the quiet wisdom that endures through every descent and return. This is more than story. It is soul recognition.
