Feeling
pretty cranky. Pretty hemmed in. Usually I don't mind fall, winter, rain, snow.
Somehow being a bit less well, the combination is not a welcome thing. And yet,
all things change. And then change again. So we can sink, or we can learn the
backstroke. The sidestroke, resting as we move, graceful in our struggle, to
keep moving along with the inevitable.
Here is a house in Hawaii my oldest and his beloved rented for their wedding, a few years back. It was lovely, had a vast vast view of the ocean and the islands and the endlessness. I'm not one to lust after elegant homes.
But get this- the whole front of the living room/kitchen was open all the time. Little lizards but few insects.
You could wander out and slip into the pool or walk along the rock paths, past beautiful sculptures, and elegantly manicured gardens. It was quiet, with ocean breezes, and there was a small canopy over a table and chairs, to eat outside. All the time. As much as you wanted. So yeah, it was beautiful and glorious.
We stayed in a rented house farther down, with the friends and our kids. There were lit paved paths curling alongside the ocean, that you could stroll along come night. Thick rich forests of steep nonsensical hills. An endless lava bed, and beaches carved out of lava beds.
Here is a house in Hawaii my oldest and his beloved rented for their wedding, a few years back. It was lovely, had a vast vast view of the ocean and the islands and the endlessness. I'm not one to lust after elegant homes.
But get this- the whole front of the living room/kitchen was open all the time. Little lizards but few insects.
You could wander out and slip into the pool or walk along the rock paths, past beautiful sculptures, and elegantly manicured gardens. It was quiet, with ocean breezes, and there was a small canopy over a table and chairs, to eat outside. All the time. As much as you wanted. So yeah, it was beautiful and glorious.
We stayed in a rented house farther down, with the friends and our kids. There were lit paved paths curling alongside the ocean, that you could stroll along come night. Thick rich forests of steep nonsensical hills. An endless lava bed, and beaches carved out of lava beds.
The
whole end of Maui filled with incredible homes with falling values, as the
volcanoes on that end of the island were awakening.
The air warm and beautiful all the time.
The air warm and beautiful all the time.
No,
I wouldn't want to live there. But yes, what a dreamy dreamy place. A gift, of a time, all together.
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