Those times when I am writing a blog post or newsletter, and then my head gets ahead of me and starts editing everything that I am planning to write (and what I have written). Then it starts critiquing what I am writing and I grind to a halt. A that stage I shut the noise off and just let the words come out. That is what editing is for in my book.
My wife & I took the inaugural Southwest Airlines flight from Maui to Honolulu yesterday. It is the first airline to enter the inter-island market for a long time. In recent years Hawaiian Airlines have dominated the market, with one or two much smaller airlines offering only a handful of routes compared to their larger competitor. The result for passengers has been expensive tickets on inter-island trips.
With Southwest now offering a few routes, hopefully increasing to more, I don’t think that I am the only one who hopes that their presence will knock down the price of flights between the islands.
Last night at Blue Note Hawaii to see Jeff Goldblum and his Jazz band. Good music and much talking with the audience from Jeff. He really gave of himself generously. A fun evening.
My wife and I took our grandson to see Dumbo this evening. We were disappointed with it, and left before it finished…and it was probably a bit too mature for him as well. 🍿
I define vulnerability as uncertainty, risk and emotional exposure…Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness.
~ Brené Brown.
The transition that I spoke about here feels complete. Over the Easter Weekend I deactivated my eleven year old Twitter account. I am now off of mainstream social media in totality. I feel comfortable with the decisions that led to this place, and I now feel vulnerable.
Some mornings I feel paralyzed in moving towards getting things done. It is as though my mind is in a mental gridlock. Normally the only thing that will move me forward and unhinge the mental stickiness is to reach for a pen, revisit my Bullet Journal and explore what needs to be done. Somewhere in there is probably an activity or two that I don’t want to look at. Activities that just need to be unpicked a little more so that they feel more manageable to me….
At Maui Ocean Center with my grandson today. It was my first visit there, but not his. I was very impressed and would love to go back and have more time to read about the exhibits.
I’m grateful to everyone here who has brought Buttondown to my attention. I have signed up for an account, and while I haven’t sent out a newsletter yet, it really does seem to be what I have always looked for…even if unconsciously!
This post is not an attempt to be bleak, or to put a damper on the day. Rather it is a sharing of thoughts that go through my mind on the subject of death, shared with the hope that someone else might take something from it.
The Tibetans have a saying,
we are one breath away from our next life.
They don’t say this in order to put a dampener on life, but rather wake us up to life!
Well some Sundays are relaxing. This one I hoped to be, but it doesn’t feel like it as I look back. Perhaps a movie tonight can round things off a little better?
I closed my Instagram account last year, and those photos have been lounging on my computer, unsure what to do with them. With the ease that they can be imported in MB using the OSX app, I’ve just started importing them into my account. They live again. 📷
With the season change has come the corresponding weather change. Living in a tropical climate that means something a little different to the more northerly latitudes that I am more accustomed to, and where I have spent most of my life.
First is a rise in temperature. It is gradual, but as my wife said a couple of evenings ago, the bite has been taken out of the air.
There is less wrapping up to do.
My wife & I went to a wonderfully inspiring and rich talk last night given by Dr. Robin Wall Kimmerer in The Green Room, a series of lectures hosted by The Merwin Conservancy.
W.S. Merwin was an American poet, Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner. He lived on Maui, until his death in March of this year, on an 18 acre property that he had turned into one of the largest and most biodiverse collections of palms in the world.