Christmas on Big Island was quiet. Warm sunlight filtered thru white cotton-candy-like clouds. My dog nosed my knees, pleading for a walk. Soft morning light beckoned my body to move. We walked and played along the ocean Pali. My mind was once again silenced by the great waves pounding. Grace is always - being present with that pure power and beauty....
Phone calls were made to friends and family on the "Mainland"; then preparations for a potluck Christmas dinner. I arrive at the home of generous friends who have invited a motley crew of "singles". We range in age from 35 to 70, we hail from states as far as New York, our politics, education, values and ethics are disparate but we commune with each other even so. Laughter, comradery and silliness were the tone of the day... A sweet, gentle, relaxed day for all.
There are no "dress codes" here, we arrived in varied degrees of "undress" and bought what we could find. We all come from somewhere else and have myriad stories to tell. I often feel as if I'm a warfarer, here for only a while, as if I've just moored my boat in a safe harbor (for the time being) and soon will be boarding my sailing ship to travel again to places unknown...
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