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Sing it Alumna!

Thanks to the wonderful PQ alumna who shared this meaningful video.  As she says “Happy Place is the first song I ever wrote. I wrote it in March while I was in Hawaii, and through writing it I actually learned to play the ukulele! Ohana– this one’s for you. I hope you like it! 🌺” PQ

Thanks to the wonderful PQ alumna who shared this meaningful video.  As she says “Happy Place is the first song I ever wrote. I wrote it in March while I was in Hawaii, and through writing it I actually learned to play the ukulele! Ohana– this one’s for you. I hope you like it! 🌺”

PQ provides an arena for deep introspection.  We love it when our alum carry this forward and send us songs, poems, art, and garden projects.  Keep sending us your art alumni!  Enjoy.

Happy Place

I’m just a little boat. I’m tryin just to float. Keep getting lost in storms I watch the waves and see em grow and I can’t see the coast. I’m gettin scared cuz I keep looking at the sky. It’s gettin higher and the clouds are fillin up the sky but when I close my eyes…
There are blue birds and the sun kisses my face. There are no words in my happy place. The pua kinney kinney trees are dancing in the summer breeze. Their perfume fills the air in my happy place. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.
I’m just a little lamb, no more than what I am. Grazing the grass and seein big things I don’t understand. One day I know I can. But then I see the trees. Wolves are coming for me. It’s teeth and claws and beady eyes as far as I can see but in my heart I’ll be…
Where there are blue birds and the sun kisses my face. There are no words in my happy place. The pua kinney kinney trees are dancing in the summer breeze. Their perfume fills the air in my happy place. Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo.I just cant wash the world away, gotta be where I’m at. Moments at a time, take it day by day and remember that… on the other side
There are blue birds and the sun kisses my face. There are no words in my happy place. The pua kinney kinney trees are dancing in the summer breeze. Their perfume fills the air. Fuzzy creatures everywhere. Everyone has love to spare. Lollipops and bubblegum. All the people holdin hands are hummin Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo. Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm.