the people here, they get me. they get what i’m about and so they get all of me. the conversations were what i missed most when i left. and they’re what i’m most grateful for, being back.
it has been a while now since i started realising the force of these islands. realising where we all stand in the greater, grander, more powerful way of life. realising how we create a collective energy and feed the vibrations of all that surrounds us. in the fibres of the leaves on the trees so old or young. in the petals of the flowers that hang from branches, that rest behind ears. in the simple creation and dissipation of a single raindrop and the rain and storms from rainclouds and storm clouds in a sky so wide.
we are the everything we find in the spectrum of a rainbow. we’re all the colours, all the brightness. we’re all the stopping and staring, the awe and the wonder. and it’s here that my energy finds your energy and you don’t ebb to my flow but we swim up the rivers of our lives as one, single, pulsating devotion to all that is beautiful, for all that exists with or without us here.
because life goes on. but life on these islands works like magic. it ticks with the hands of a watch built in history, mythology and indescribable happenstance that only lives alongside hearts wide open and souls ready to be filled to the brim with the all of it.
this island, you all, get the all of me, like maybe no one has ever known. so go, find me in the valleys, find me on the ridges. find me in the ocean and on beaches. find me where you need me and know that i’ll appear, in glistening sunsets and never-ending horizons that seem so close as we watch them fall away with the push and pull of the sun. know i’ll be here, for you with you in you.
[one hundred and eight]
back to basics. sacred falls hike. oahu, hawaii.
i’ve been up for hours.
i was up before the sun. before the roosters screeched hello. before the neighbour’s hungry baby and before the chirping birds in trees above, in trees below. i was up and it was dark as i rode my bike. the street lights turned off, one by one, above my head. my phone was a flashlight, a yellow raincoat kept me dry.
i met her in the darkness at the coffee shop down the road
(you’d love her, you know).
and light took over night and turned the dawn to day.
she ran across the street and picked a bag full of plumerias – her face deep in her task, her smile wide as she raced back to the car. excited and alive.
we reached the beach, its water washed with the sky’s delightful pastel pinks and blues of perfect morning hues.
and then we saw them swimming. off the coast, a pod! so many! babies and mothers and fathers and brothers. families of dolphins jumping and playing.
we swam to join the fun.
we dove, we chased, we played with them, deep in the blue and through the haze of that underwater world.
it’s sunset and we’re all we have. i’ll know it better soon.
[one hundred and seven]
laie point. oahu, hawaii.
[one hundred and six]
jumping the rock at waimea bay. oahu, hawaii.
[one hundred and five]
yoga for summer solstice at kawela bay. oahu, hawaii.
and it fell all over me like glittering sunlight dripping from the sky into the ocean where we lay
and it raced through the millions of roadways and rivers and crevasses and mountains
and it lay down next to me on a mattress made of memories made of yesterdays and who-knows-when’s
i’m too ready
we were separated
by salt water
by space and air
by the centre console of his car.
but we remembered – we never were very good at keeping friends with any of that space between.