Home is Where The Heart IS.
Aloha MONDAY Ohana! What a day... What a week... Are you ready?!! YESSSSS!!!!!! I am heading home! Yahooooo. Then my darling friend from the islands, corrected me not too long ago, saying..."respect the island, and her people, never call it home". Another friend mentioned after hearing this, "I own land there, I have lived there, wherever I am on the planet is home, respect that". As I was sitting on the deck this morning reflecting in darkness, fall is sneaking into the Pacific Northwest, bringing the cold in tow. Memories of being on a certain beach, watching the sun rise from the mountains behind...lighting up the ocean in endless bright blue, pink and yellow fractional fragments. I remember hearing the roar of the waves lapping over the loose lava and rock pebbles. The rhythmic pulling in , and splashing with pressure, as the waves break on the shore. ...crackle...crackle. I had mornings with stillness, that left an imprint, deeply mapped into ...