This is writing,
The best part of any big Thanksgiving gathering? Slipping away from it for a few minutes to stand outside in the cold.
π With the βHolidaysβ now officially upon us, at least here in the US, for the next month if I am wanted I can be found in a remote hut somewhere on the side of a mountain. β
I discovered this album on Apple Music a couple of evenings ago, and love it. I have it playing as dinner preparation is under way.
Memories of Home by John Scofield & Dave Holland
Picturing Time
I love this recent post by Alexandra Wolfe about Time. Profound and special. It’s also a worthwhile reflection when all around you feels stuck or not going well - in time it will all turn to dust, it will all be a distant memory. Anyway, Alexβs post felt all the more pertinent to me as I had just returned from a visit to the island of Oβahu. In the Hawaiβi island chain, Oβahu is older than Maui.
π£οΈ One thing that I love about public holidays - quiet roads. The Hana Hwy, which runs near to our home and is normally busy at this time of day as visitors head out to the east side of Maui, is currently quiet.
The island is feeling full and busy at the moment - I wrote about this a couple of years ago. Visitors are here for the Thanksgiving week. However, at this early hour the highway is still very quiet, and with it the land, the ‘Δina feels as though it has a moment to rest. β
βοΈ Another full day. Iβm missing writing. β
π Not a fun day, at least not in my book. I sit now at the far end of it wondering where it all went? Little was achieved that I wanted to get done…what little I have done was attempted at the far end of the day when I was definitely not firing on all cylinders.
What happened? A day of constantly moving pieces, and I was never sure where they were moving to. I hope that tomorrow will be better, though at the moment I’m not sure that it will?
I see that the Holidays are just round the corner. Maybe that has something to do with it?! β
This evening’s sunset.
ποΈ Saturday morning on Oahu, sitting on the balcony of our hotel having a morning coffee and looking out over the ocean, I saw my first whale sighting of the season. One, maybe two spouts of water blown into the air. The Humpback whales are returning to Hawaii’s waters for the winter to calf. β
This morning’s double rainbow. π
π Waking this morning, back home, with what I will call a Travel Hangover, that feeling I get after returning from time away involving a lot of travel. However, this was just an overnight trip to the island of Oahu with some friends, to support my wifeβs son in an event that he was hosting.
Maybe it was that we were on the go for most of our time away? Or maybe it was simply having to navigate airports even though the flight was a quick hop, skip and a jump from Maui?
Whatever the cause, today will be spent landing back here on Maui. β
Looking out at Diamond Head, Honolulu.
Rainbow over the hills above Honolulu this afternoon. π
π Iβm not a city person, but I notice and enjoy the stimulation that I get from visits to the big city.
In Hawaiiβs big city, Honolulu. β
π§οΈ The microclimates of Maui. We have woken up to low cloud, wind and torrential rain. I was in touch with a friend earlier who lives on the other side of the mountain, Haleakala, and he said that there is not a drop of rain there. β
A rainbow, in fact a double rainbow from mid morning yesterday. ποΈ
π«οΈ Struggling. Struggling emotionally for a lot of today. I could see myself in there, but could not find a way out. The later part of the day offered me some space where I could catch on some sleep and tasks that needed to be done. Now I feel fresher and more in control of myself.
A learning from this might have been to stop and create some space for myself. Perhaps to have taken a walk earlier, once an essential job was taken care of. β
A rainbow seen at Ho’okipa Beach Park early afternoon today. By the time that I drove away a little later a second rainbow was visible above this one, and the colours of this rainbow appeared deeper against dark grey storm clouds. π
Guest Post
I was sitting writing a post yesterday when one of my grandson’s showed up. He asked if he could do some typing - I was using the portable keyboard that bought for my iPhone a year ago. So I passed the keyboard over to him and he started running his fingers across the keyboard. Here’s a section of what he wrote. If you look carefully you can see his name.
I watched this rainbow morph in shape and size this morning. π
