Adjusting to environment, adapting to conditions, easing into leisure – these are the requirements of settling-in, settling, coming to a completely rested, resting pause – coming to a stop. Halt. Re-set. Re-start.
Adjustment of body and its functions are child’s-play, whereas adjusting thinking … another matter entirely.
Resuming, finding, something akin to routine, building new one, something without uniqueness to it – always seems to take on a one or two day-long life of its own.
First vacation days challenge - calls must come, e-mails are inevitable and finding gentle sleep in unfamiliar bed.
Getting started, first days of vacation, has always been challenging – too much ‘work mode’ to leave behind, much play-mode to unpack …
Sitting. Sitting still. Not yet.
Reading a book. Soon.
Listing to bird chorus unfamiliar sounds.
Staring at sky.
Eyes clued to horizon in faint hope a whale fluke might appear.
All, as if they were so new, so original – as never before seen. For millions of years they’ve been no different than a fallen leaf, a snowflake, footprints or campfire.
These basic things do not change, have scarcely morphed in millions of years and yet we are so easily mesmerized, as if we are seeing them for the first time.
Ancientness of it all, pure simplicity of it all – is all it takes, all that matters, all anyone might nee I need to be happy their whole lives.
Yesterday’s touring up-country, bathed in cloud rather than sunshine, provided that timeless beauty is as spectacular through mist and clouds as it is through bright clear sunshine.
Nature, like truth, so much better when kept simple.
column written/ published from the Maui Kamaole, Kihei, Maui, HI
P.S. new roads, old roads, happy trails and ‘where was the sun’? Yesterday was a socked-in cloudy day – though very warm and pleasant in every regard, just not sunny. Today, maybe it will be. A trip to my Kula yesterday did not disappoint, notwithstanding heavy cloud and diminished view. And the lemon squares at Grandma’s Coffee House were reward enough.
morning walk: 24C/75F at 5:45AM, overnight fisherman, shore birds chasing sand crabs and early light. And waves, and sand. The outbound leg was absent people, but as time ticked, all shapes sizes and types migrated to the beach in search of early morning magic … beautiful, cloud covered as sun lit up Molokai
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