Resurrection

In my faith, we believe that after we die, our bodies will be taken up again, perfected, reclaimed, and reunited with our spirits.  Every scar and blemish will be gone, every chipped tooth replaced.  We’ll even be the perfect age, whatever that means.  (I think I reached my optimum body type at age 9.)  Our bodies will be restored, glorious and bright.


I’d like to think that this is a resurrection of the Monster Nocturnes, but I’m afraid it’s more like a séance or an exhuming: I’ve dug the body up and I’m slapping some rouge on its cheeks to fool the next guy who walks by.  But ta-DA!  Here it is, at the request of a few encouraging friends, three years after its burial.


 The Monster Nocturnes: Episode Hawaii.


A friend of mine recently accused me of pulling a Bilbo Baggins and disappearing on this next adventure without telling anyone, and lest he be entirely correct, here’s the skinny: I’m headed to the islands  for the next two and a half months to study the stories of the early female converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I’ll be living on the North Shore of Oahu, close to BYU’s Hawaii campus.  Along with the academic reasons, I’m also going in anticipation of healing and growing.  I’m going in order to be lonely for a while, and be okay with being lonely.  I’m definitely going for the mangos, and the ocean, and the surfing, and the good friends I have on the islands.  And I’ve committed to try and share at least a little with all you folks out there on the interwebs.


Get excited for the hibiscus, sand, rad pioneer stories and blurry ocean selfies to come!  Aloha!