While visiting my brother in Hawaii, I couldn’t resist a little haiku based on the beautiful island of Oahu.
wind-stippled sparkling silver
laps on silken sand
sailboards soar with wind-borne kites
breathtaking in flight
We visited the memorial at Pearl Harbor
beneath azure waves
eruptions of vermillion
cauldrons in the sky
We hiked to the sacred ruins of the queen’s summer palace through a bamboo forest.
ruins in the jungle
bamboo clatters in the breeze
Thanks for taking a poetic journey with me.
And this is what I arrived home to:
everywhere we roam
a precious world awaits us
where beauty abounds
NaNoWriMo, (or as my husband calls it, Ninny Rhino) is going well. I’m ahead of schedule, though that probably won’t last. To everyone who’s writing up a storm… keep going! To everyone else, take advantage of the month of light blogging, enjoy, and relax!
I was 16 years old when Steven Spielberg released the movie Jaws. After watching that film, I didn’t go in the ocean for 15 years. I guess I’ve always had a vivid imagination and being featured on the seafood menu didn’t appeal to me.
When my first marriage fell apart I was 31 and suddenly alone. Our friends were his friends. My family lived thousands of miles away. I gave up the house for a small apartment, didn’t ask for alimony or child support – anything to break free of a relationship that had run its course.
I was adrift.
I needed to “get a life.”
With nothing to do besides climb the walls, I decided to try a “discover scuba” event. We blew bubbles at the bottom of a community swimming pool, and I won a door prize of a mask and pair of fins. Three years later, I had not only discovered a fun group of friends but had worked my way up to rescue diver and divemaster. I went on three shark dives in the Caymans.
Yep, I patted a shark.
Diving was my cure-all for divorce.
When I met my husband, Randy, we made a deal. I would become a Boston Celtics basketball fan and he would learn to dive. So began a successful decades-long marriage.
The last time we dove was in 2001, our last vacation. This trip is long overdue. To celebrate, this is what we did last night:
I once again apologize for closing comments. We have a couple days left in paradise before returning to the rain … and perhaps a glimpse of the coming spring. Hope your weekend is full of joy and peace 🙂
My husband and I are on vacation, our first in 15 years. Why has it been so long? We could blame it on kids, work, unemployment, lack of funds, family obligations, broken down cars and leaky roofs, college educations, and a host of other excuses. Here’s the real reason- my husband has two girlfriends.
Honey and Lulu
Honey and Lulu are sisters. The “girls” haven’t spent one day in a kennel since we rescued them in 2004. I think they might be spoiled.
Well, one of our human kids offered to fly up from LA and dog-sit for a week. It was the only way my husband would agree to leave his loves. I’ve dragged him reluctantly off to Hawaii for a long overdue vacation. We arrived yesterday afternoon and my husband has only called home four times 🙂
We arrived to wind and cloudy skies
The sun turned the Pacific silver.
The sky began to clear as the day waned.
Sunset over the Pacific
I closed comments for this one, so the hubby gets a bit of undivided attention. Wishing everyone a wonderful week. ❤