A single ray streams in, too strong to be stopped.
The light must go somewhere, so it bends.
Reflecting, shifting, separated into smaller streams.
Bringing color to the silhouetted world,
Often veiled in only black and white.
Cherish the differences, for we all are unique.
Fighting against a single narrow mold.
Bringing light to the darkness.
Bringing hope to us all.
Enjoy the rainbow!
It hasn’t been calm since the vet,
Hissing and turning cold, brother and sister rivalry.
Finally, the angst between them subsided.
Something caught their attention,
They chittered at the window.
A different bird sound came from outside.
A lone whistling duck stood, wanting a friend.
He looked at the window and paused.
He didn’t want friends with claws.
Soon landed another, echoing back.
They danced a moment then off they waddled.
Brother sighed and settled back down,
While sister huffed and left.
Hopefully calm has returned,
All thanks to two lonely ducks.
The joys of summer as a teen flew.
Heat rose from her shoulders, touched by the June sun.
They smelled smoky, but not like cigarettes,
More like the scent of a candle’s flame, or that of a dying campfire,
Mingled with the freshness of coconut and plumeria kisses.
The white streak from her suit left its mark,
As her freckled tan deepened with each summer day.
Swimming, tanning, finding ways to the beach.
Family vacations to the mountains, playing in streams, wandering dirt roads, and skipping rocks.
Such good memories, such sweet memories, of June.
She stepped off the plane in her tropical print pants and black top. The weather was drier than she expected despite the rain. She had lined up a lei greeting for them and expected magic to start to unfold.
The leis they received were beautiful, but the greeting was far from Fhloston Paradise. Her heart sunk a little. But she was tired after the cross country plus cross ocean flights. Maybe tomorrow would reveal the true beauty of the island.
Their accommodations were beautiful. The resort was well manicured with all things tropical. The ocean was in view from their balcony. Many mornings however came slow, her eyes often open at 3:30 am with no sleep in sight.
Perhaps it was exhaustion, but the next few days were a blur of sleep and food and sites, but still no spark of excitement. It was vacation, perhaps her mind and body needed more of a break than she thought.
There were highlights and fun times at a luau, driving the Road to Hana, even touring a ranch on ATVs, however inspiration escaped her. She forced herself to write in a journal, but instead of spinning delightful ditties about adventures, it became lists and rundowns of each day.
It wasn’t until the very last day that something magical would actually happen.
They walked in to a little cafe tucked into an office building for lunch. The menu was limited but they only wanted a lite bite as they were headed out on a flight later in the evening. It seemed to be another basic experience, but that had become the norm.
As they placed their order, in the background, a group of older folks started strumming on ukeleles and singing old timey Hawaiian songs. It easily could have become cheesy, but they decided to stay and hear the music at the owner’s encouragement. After they settled in, two young women came in to also order lunch.
The owner started gushing over the women. Turned out one of them was a local pageant contestant. The girls finished placing their order then the owner talked them into joining the group in the back.
The music quieted as the elders and the young people talked. A few minutes later, the two women stood in front of the musicians and struck a pose to start dancing the hula. The musicians began to play.
She got a chill as she turned to watch. The gentle movements of the girls complemented the music. The spontaneity of the moment filled the cafe. She felt as if she were peering in on a secret being revealed.
The dancers and musicians wove an enchanting story in those moments. The strumming was rhythmic. The smiles of the troupe became infectious as the performance peaked. The hula was entrancing.
Paradise’s magic was found in that little cafe that final afternoon. She finally felt her trip was complete.
No, that rainbow painted truck is not an attack on you. That Pride Parade is not telling you to change your family structure or personal beliefs. No, that gay man won’t make your son gay.
No, having a gay character represented in a movie is not indoctrination. If it is, so is having a heterosexual character. Maybe we should eliminate it all for anyone under 16. Do we really need to become asexual in all things? Oh, and they’ll learn about it all in other less reliable ways.
If a child insists on saying he is a she, or she is a he, or they in either case, it is not the place of the state to dictate and force the issue…this is a parental decision on how to approach this and work with their teachers and their child. P. S. See how easy it is to use gender neutral pronouns?
If you need to use God and religion (Christianity specific) to justify your belief that you can dictate how others should act and be, you kind of missed a whole section of the teachings.
Religion is a personal choice, not to be used as legal justification to impose beliefs on others. If you don’t want Sharia law; you shouldn’t want Christian law or Jewish law, or any religious based law.
Calm your jets, stop the attacks. Your -isms are showing. Your way of life is not under a microscope. That rainbow painted truck is not an attack on your beliefs.
The hours ticked away as the miles flew by. She sat, her legs stretched across the back seat. She watched the cars and the scenery pass by.
The car had grown serious, stoic faces abound. Quiet murmurs in passing. Soft touches on shoulders now and then. Hugs and tears, sniffles and stiffening to stifle it all back.
Nothing to be done. The pain pills from the surgery only days before made her senses dull; grateful for the respite from the emotions she might really feel.
Food was needed; the journey only half done. Quick and open at this late hour left few choices. The checkerboard floor made her sway. Footing was not easy as she navigated her way to the booth. 60s swing played in the background.
The upbeat music did not match the mood at the table. Burgers, fries and shakes were served. The pain killers kicked in and she bobbed her head to the beat.
Her mother and uncles stared at her, then finally cracked. Briefly the mood lifted as life does continue despite their loss. Laughter filled the air just a moment…A moment which brought some needed relief before they continued their journey.
More tears would fall, but that interlude was so needed in that moment.
May you find the rays of light when you can and know the darkness will give way in time.
Death carries such finality but memories live on.
Influences and habits make us who we are,
Even when we reject beliefs they instill.
The body may be out of our touch,
But their love still fills our hearts.
Pain follows their passing, an emptiness surrounds.
Time may lessen the hurt,
Fear not, good days will return.
Remember the good times,
Embrace those moments, hold them near.
Remember, they may be gone, but never forgotten.
A cautionary tale
Get everything in writing. Waivers, accommodations, assurances, “that’s a boilerplate waiver”… don’t ever believe it unless you get it in writing.
My husband and I are not little people. God, I wish we were as our trip would be so much more fun. But, we do what we can.
When we signed up for a rafting and snorkeling adventure in January, he called. Sure, sure, we can accommodate you both. Weight won’t be a problem. No worries!
Get names, don’t trust anyone.
Last night, we got a new waiver for our big adventure today. The weight was a problem. I was good to go, but he was not. No refunds, and they couldn’t accommodate us. Essentially, they lied to us when we booked and stole our money.
This was the most expensive of our expeditions planned, and now we sit, fat shamed and swindled. Yes, we are disputing the charges, but it royally ruined our day. I am not naming the company, but the hurt is very real. Nothing we would do today could make up for this disappointment.
We tried to do a botanical garden, but reservations were needed, we drove to a waterfall but it wasn’t right next to the road, we tried to go explore a cave but the road was too rough for the car. The only saving grace…we saw a sea turtle resting on Poipu Beach.
Oh well, we’ll try another adventure tomorrow. Maybe then it will be a better day.
The skies outside are dark, but my eyes are wide awake. The jet lag interferes with my sleep; in just a few hours, I’ll need a nap.
I wander to the balcony. Waves crash in the distance while little finches and chickadees chirp. Soon the sun will come, but I have energy to burn now.
I slip on sneakers and shorts…and a shirt too…and head down to the lobby. A few other jet lagged souls stumble around, trying to figure out if it is night or day.
I take a sip from my water bottle. Do I walk or sit and relax? Too much energy and too stiff to sit anymore, although by looking at me, you’d never know.
I set out on the paved path along the shore. The night lasts a little longer. Then I see the deep blue lighten up; dawn approaches.
I turn back. The walk back to the resort is shorter than the walk out. I find a seat and enjoy the birds as the rest of the world wakens.
In the distance I see rain over Lanai while the morning light dances on Molokai’s East shore. Occasional mist droplets reach my legs, but not enough to call it rain.
Joggers and walkers make their way on the path I already took. Others with coffee in hand take a seat, ready to watch morning come.
Lawnmowers start up, more birds join in on the cacophony. So much for a peaceful sunrise!No worries, it’s good to see the world awake. Time for breakfast, then I need a nap!
Mind racing, but it’s time to relax.
Dizzying thoughts swirl, while motion sways,
All this movement throws me off all balance,
And the body surrenders.
Finally, finding footing once more,
But still the mind pounds, and the unease remains.
Did I forget something;
did I leave anything undone;
What if I forgot something…
But there’s no going back now.
Too many miles from home,
And no way to fix things at work for two weeks;
How will I survive this time away?
Will I make it through my anxiety of travel?
Breath in. Breath out. Repeat.
Maybe relaxation will begin when we arrive;
Maybe then this weight will finally lift.
Dawn Renee Writes 