When things come into conflict, we seem to find ways to work it out. When issues, history and people come into conflict, thing seem to stay stuck more easily – and resolution doesn’t come easily. But this is nothing new. I just read a news item that says tyrannosaurus fought with and ate each other. Perhaps making for a fight is a natural critter thing. Somehow, methinks, they could have been mellow here …
On these islands volcanoes made, and civilization its earliest citizens established, seeing themselves servile to politics and tourism, their culture effectively extinguished but for Luau dinners, torches, dancers, drums, souvenirs (native Hawaiians are seeking a return to native rule, to reclaim their destiny).
Beauty is everywhere.
So is truth, if you look for it.
Conflict between societies has nothing to do with niceties or climate – in Canada or Hawaii. Recognizing how similar, is ironical – names, costumes and weather are different but it is hard to see Hawaiian natives conflict differing from aboriginal issues in Canada.
Going away, or going inside ourselves, doesn’t produce epiphany moments – they happen when they happen, where they happen. Not before we are ready.
As soothing as Debussy’s Claire de Lune playing while trade winds blow or clanging like someone’s car-alarm in the middle of the night.
Surrounded by beautiful reality – I find it difficult to see my difficulties as difficult.
Today’s column drafted Thursday afternoon in Wailuku (thank you McDonalds for your free wi-fi + four active children at the next table fighting/negotiating fries v. nuggets v. chocolate milk choices with their grandmother).
. . . somewhere, between there and here, good morning …
column written under the McDonald’s golden arches / published ‘somewhere over the Pacific .. en-route to LA/Calgary
morning walk: up and down the aisle … that’s all the walking you can do at 35,000 feet over the ocean – about the time this column published by email to readers sipping morning coffee, I’ll still be in the inky dark sky overlooking inky-dark ocean en-route to Los Angeles where I switch planes (hopefully luggage does too), then home to Calgary in daylight …