-Clyde Aikau, Surfer, Lifesaver, O'ahu
Justine and I volunteered at the Book and Music Festival today at Honolulu Hale which is going on until tomorrow. They have a great book swap area where you can bring a book and exchange it for a new treasure. Belle would've been stoked. It's on until 4:30pm today and from 10-4:30pm tomorrow. You should check it out.
After weeks of tumultuous-ness the days have grown more manageable. I feel like I've gone through the 5 steps back to love:
and am (almost) back to my self. The surf went holo holo for a while but is back for mango season. I'm hoping to get back in the water that helps so much with my struggle to remain humble and capable of enjoying the simple pleasures of this island. I'll admit that when I'm out of the water for too long I get a little crazy. The salt water is necessary to wash away some of the buildup in my bottomless well of emotion.
I want to keep her. That much is for sure. She belongs here and she knows who she is.
Other than that this week was full of "room for the living." We sailed, watched Princess Kaiulani (awesome), fell in love with the dance floor and the DeadBeats, Natsuko had her quarter of a century crisis party, Chris went to visit 'Bama for the first time in 6 years, Marina got back at the "bad lawyer", cried, laughed, loved a lot.
This passage in Krishnamurti's "The Book of Life" brought me comfort:
"There is no loss of energy in being in love. The loss of energy is in the tail, in everything that follows - jealousy,possessiveness, suspicion, doubt, the fear of losing that love, the constant demand for reassurance and security."
The preoccupation with holding on to something, or someone forever is what I think paralyzes us from living and enjoying the present. Change is inevitable but that change can be for the better, or at least that's my hope, for myself, for my loved ones and for our world.
My mantra is becoming "Just ride the wave. The rest'll figure itself out." Watching short boarders at Bowls as we sailed from the harbor yesterday was awe-inspiring. I watched a guy ride a wave so hard, squeezing every last bit of life out of his wave, and started thinking about my own practice, my ocean yoga aka longboarding. I do it because it destresses me. Maybe that's why I don't enjoy short boarding -- that and the thought of my legs in the water unnecessarily is horrifying. I feel like it requires this uber level of alertness when I'd prefer to just cruise. Long story short, "life is beautiful when when we don't let our fears keep us from living." So that'll be my aim, my purpose. Which ultimately is the eternal condition for success (a fortune cookie told me so).