Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Did any of you all notice it's been a week since I last posted? Haven't been around visiting like I wish I was either.
You would not believe the week... I mean month... I mean, well, fuck it, the year I have had.
But it is mostly unbloggable so let's get on with the Traveling Thursdays.
Snorkeling and swimming in the warm, totally inviting ocean over here is, for me, one of the greatest perks of living on a rock in the middle of the ocean.
Most of my snorkeling takes places in the summers on the North Shore, when it is totally flat and completely gorgeous. I have a little lingerie laundry bag with a clip on it. I hook it up to my bathing suit bottoms and off I go shell hunting. It keeps me busy and out in the water.
We have vases of shells all over the house.
But there are also many places on the island to snorkel for reef watching and marine life viewing.
Hanauma Bay is a favorite for visitors. It's a park/reserve for marine life. You'll see a ton of fish. But get there early. All the tourists go there and the park only allows a certain amount of people each day. Get there after 8:00 AM and you might be DENIED.
Another great place is Shark's Cove. Located on the North Shore, this means no winter snorkeling because of the humongous waves.
My kids and my favorite place to go is Waimea Bay. From the parking lot go left to the end of the beach. On the back side of the giant rock where you will see all the crazy teens jumping off (you might catch a glimpse of my son there), on the back side is a quiet little place that is clear, gorgeous and a great place to snorkel.
Come along for a photo journey of fun day at Waimea Bay....
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Going to California
Not now. But probably soon. I’ll be going to California.
I know I promised you all a snorkeling post. But it ain’t gonna happen.
Soon. Soon I’ll be back to snorkeling and body boarding and walking on beaches and writing verses in journals.
Driving around the island and taking videos of the scenes at the sides of the road while I play something I like and want to share on the car CD player. Make you feel like you were here.
Make me feel like I’m in the moment.
My husband’s stepmother passed away last week. The funeral is tomorrow.
My mom in California is at a crossroads. She’s 82 and a hoarder. We (and her doctor) have been trying to get her to use her long term health care and go into an assisted living home for over two years. But she is stubborn and has some mental health issues. Seriously.
So she has waited until her luck’s run out and her debt is huge.
It’s a mess.
A mess that will have to be dealt with soon. Somehow.
I’ll be going to California where, even after 27 years here in Hawaii, where so many of my youthful memories are cast along the sides of the roads.
I’ll put some Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd on when I get in the rental car and I’ll drive up the PCH from LA X and when I look out at the ocean or at the sagebrush on the hills the floodgates will come undone.
As soon as school is out mom, I’ll be coming to California.
Link on up and take us traveling.
Monday, April 19, 2010
I know in context they bubble up like magic.
Only two came to mind over the weekend. Layered paradox.
The first we use in our family completely opposite of the intention of origin.
Don't ever let them see you coming...
If you don't know or remember the quote, you can go here to watch it in action. Let's just say it was meant for not altruistic intentions in this movie. In our family we have reinterpreted it to mean humility in action.
No one likes a bragger. My son and his friends were always outdoing each other in the brag fest. Hubs used the Al Pacino quote to discourage bragging and it stuck. The boys were all boasting the various surf maneuvers they were capable of accomplishing. Hubs said "Who do you like better and cheer for? The guy who brags all the time or the guy who keeps his accomplishments to himself? If your really are good, show it - don't spoil it. Don't ever let them see you coming."
A sassy favorite of mine comes from my near encyclopedic knowledge of favorite phrases from Friends.
When I get completely and totally frustrated with getting interrupted...
Lips moving, still talking...
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Thursday, April 15, 2010
So I raced through some photo files for inspiration. I love this shot of Shark's Cove. It reminded me how much I love snorkeling. It's been awhile.
So next week, I'll do a better post on snorkeling on Oahu.
Thank-you Sage for coming over to link to Traveling Thursday and reminding me that it was indeed, Thursday.
Feel free to link on up, even if the most likely time you will see this is not Thursday. It is 6:30 over here, so most of you all are in bed or thinking about it.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
But I am having the hardest time carving out my blogging time. My writing time. My computer and Internet time. Since the move these pastimes have fallen off the proverbial cliff. Or rolled down the cliff to a place I cannot get to.
I wish I had the time to really spin this. To reach down into the alleyways and side channels of my mind where words are floating and forming all the time. Where words collide and shift and mesh and come together and fall apart.
Ever read Bee Season? I loved the idea behind the concept of words and their effect and foundations within our minds.
Instead of blogging, for the last six months I have been spending an hour each morning reading spiritual literature and giving meditation a shot. I have not found the mantra that is capable of causing a surcease of thought patterns and words from emanating continuously through my mind. But I make myself give it my best shot each day.
One of these days those utterances, those words, will take me to a peaceful place. I’m counting on it.
So, since I am going with a stream of consciousness type of post and do not have the time to hone and craft and mix and match and come up with a perfectly worded post that gives me a feeling of completeness upon finishing, I am going to finish with the opening paragraph of the novel I am reading right now.
A paragraph so beautiful that it took my breath away the first time I read it.
A paragraph I find so well worded that I have reread it several times and I am only on page 88 of the book.
There is no scatheless rapture. Love and time put me in this condition. I am leaving soon for the Nightland, where all ghosts of men and animals yearn to travel. We’re called to it. I feel it pulling at me, same as everyone else. It is the last unmapped country, and a dark way of getting there. A sorrowful path. And maybe not exactly Paradise at the end. The belief I’ve acquired over a generous and nevertheless inadequate time on earth is that we arrive in the afterlife as broken as when we departed from the world. But, on the other hand, I’ve always enjoyed a journey.
Charles Frazier, Thirteen Moons.
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Thursday, April 8, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
When they performed this number, I actually got choked up and cried. Must have touched a nerve.
"An English teacher?????? Yeah shock comes to mind. ha ha How is everything? Well, it's cool you get the summers off right?
I'm not sure how to interpret this...
Does she mean
a) I was such a partyer in high school (note: so was she) that she never thought I'd finish college?
b) A teacher is such a dumb ass thing to do, but at least I get the summers off?
c) Other (feel free to clue me in with a comment)
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