dear friend

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).
we drove.
and light took over night and turned the dawn to day.

we stopped.
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 swam.
and swam
and swam.

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.

[this is me and morgan]

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i played tourist yesterday and hiked up diamond head. perfect vistas. wonderful friends.

there’s something to be said about the people you meet along the way, what they bring to your life, what it all means.

a reason,
a season, or
a lifetime?

hold tight to the ones who make it easy. whose company you cherish. who make us smile, make us think, push us and support us and bring with them all the light of love. and know that it’s okay to let go of those who don’t. because, at the end of the day, life is too short to waste precious minutes on people who want to let go too.

everyday

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this is how i feel. everyday.

the happiness is overwhelming sometimes. i can feel it seeping from my heart, my skin, my breath.

it pulsates and vibrates into the air around me. it changes everything. it’s like magic.

and this is what i live for.

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i wriggle my toes into the sand. into the earth. into this island.

i stare at the ocean. the waves. their energy, continuity, fluidity. this magical place, bringing me home. talking me into living. speaking to my heart.

i hear all its wonderful sounds – the curl of the waves into wet sand, the silence that follows. the flittering leaves of the palm trees nearby, the wind against my ear as i turn my head so slightly.

i scratch at day-old mosquito bites.

i watch a surfer emerge safely onto shore, make the sign of the cross and look to the sky.

i take a photo for a couple, two beautiful men from england. they thank me for what appears to be the most generous offer they’ve ever received. no worries, i say, surprised at their graciousness.

i watch it all float by.