"And when we come to think of it, goodness is uneventful.
It does not flash, it glows. It is deep, quiet, and very simple.
It passes not with oratory, it is commonly foreign to riches,
nor does it often sit in the places of the mighty:
but may be felt in the touch of a friendly hand or the look of a kindly eye." 

David Grayson

Not entirely sure when it was that I decided Maui would be the be all, end all of my Hawaiian escapade; perhaps,  it was when I took a quiz on Facebook that proclaimed "Maui is where you belong."  In all honesty, Maui was anti-climactic.  Don't get me wrong:  seeing Haleakala and Hana were two biggies to cross off the Hawaiian bucket list and spending quality time with my sister was priceless.  Pau Hana felt bittersweet: not quite the beginning, not quite the end.


Let me explain -- here in Hawai'i, Hana means work.  What on a map looks deceptively simple, no more taxing than a quick drive over the Pali to Kailua in O'ahu, ended up a 3 hour crawl.  But it wasn't without it's rewards -- we listened to amazing music, ate killer banana bread and "coconut crack" (razor thin sliced coconut pieces drenched in rock sugar) jumped into a crystal blue lagoon fed by a 20-foot waterfall and wiggled our toes in black and red sanded beaches.  

Why is it then, that the greatest satisfaction  I found in Maui was on Friday, our rest day?  After an awkwardly-executed detour through Lahaina (parking = bane of my existence) we arrived at a cinnamon sugar beach overlooking Molokai and I was at peace.  Nothing fancy, no bells, whistles or 4x4 trek, just a simple soft beach, each lap of the surf against the sand like perfume to my frazzled, stressed-from-driving psyche.  I don't even remember the name of that beach, just how content I felt napping in the sun.

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Sticker on a car at (the wrong) red sand beach
Each mile marker freed space for a new dream; that's what was so bittersweet about it.   And without realizing it I haven't dreamt a new dream in a while.  

Jason Mraz has a song called "No Doubling Back" that goes: 

and i wonder, wonder which one of us
is gonna state the obvious
and i wonder if you already know
that i gotta let you go
i know this ain't the way i planned it
i guess i ain't the great romantic
and i'm not doubling back now
no doubling back
doubling back now...



When we reached Hana that's exactly what we did - we turned around and drove back the way we came.   If I had it to do over I would go the long southerly route back ... but If I ever do it again, it'll be in a car full of drivers. :)
It seems time to start thinking of new goals to accomplish, destinations to explore, dreams to pursue and fears to conquer.   Although I can't quite pinpoint the current source of dissatisfaction, each day is an opportunity for creation, love and excitement.  

This Wednesday begins my month long Summer Education.  I'll be taking voice (eek!) and have promised to call my sister and sing to her voicemail with what I learn as well as a substitute teaching certification course that will (hopefully) help me make my way to teaching English in Japan next year.  I guess we somehow make new goals for ourselves without knowing it.  I leave you with this quote by Anais Nin: "Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living. "  


Aloha ~








 
Stink Eye.  That's the look Kris gave me when I invited our friend Ben to meet up with us in Maui last week.  Stink eye and a half dozen eye rolls.  She later said, "This is supposed to be a sister trip.  You should know better."

Touche.

It wasn't that I didn't want to spend 4 full days and nights with my sister in the honeymoon capital of the world, nay it was the sheer terror of driving the windiest, gnarliest, one-lane-iest roads all by myself.  Four hundred fourty seven point seven miles, Pau Hana, hippy dippy Pai'a (pronounced pah-ee-yah, not pa-eya like the yummy Spanish dish), cinnamon, black, red (oh my!) sand beaches  and two trips up Haleakala later --
turns out, no sweat.

Haleakalā delivered ten-fold and was closer to what I'd humbly call "the road to Heaven" than the road to Hana, any day.  After a fun and educational tour of Tedeschi Vineyard on Ulupalakua Ranch, Up Country we decided to catch a once-in-a-lifetime, above the clouds sunset.  The road to the summit reminded me of a movie we watched growing up called Brigadoon about an enchanted village that appeared in Scotland every hundred years for one day.  There was a distinct chill in the air as we floated up through the mist changed from our bathing suits to hoodies, pants and shoes and knocked at the door of the world of blue sky. 
Emerson once said, "A house is made with walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams."  I wish I knew how to say home in Hawaiian, as "House of the Sun" doesn't seem to do it justice.    We climbed: 7, 8,9 and finally made 10 grand and 50 degrees Fahrenheit.  Yumie was a human popsicle, Kris was somewhere between ti(red) and Ulupalakua'd and I was just plain "Hi!".  It was love at first mother-lovin' sight.

You know how some things take time to get right?  How the first time doesn't totally explode your brain cause you're worrying too damn much or trying too damn hard?  Well, this was nothing like that.  The thinner-than-gauze air made me feel like I'd sipped a bottle of Champagne into oblivion... that kind of loopy high you get when the boy in high school let's on that he knows you exist -- hold up -- not only exist, but that the universe fades to the background when you walk into the room.  It's the threshold moment when the bridegroom lifts the bride's veil to reveal her wedding day radiance, 'cept this is no ordinary bride, it's the sun in all her brazen glory.  I reminded myself to breathe, screamed my little head off for joy, did the fist-pump dance then composed myself for a little asian tourist photo sesh. 
As the last rays of sun set on the first day my thoughts turn to the ever-changing possibilities of evening and the freshly proven fact that dreams do come true.
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...And though you don't believe that they do
They do come true
For did my dreams
Come true when I looked at you
And maybe too, if you would believe
You too might be
Overjoyed, over loved, over me