Day Five: Swimming in that soul river

I am up with the sun at 7am.  Cass and I have planned to snorkel the Captain Cook Monument today.  With optimism, we attach a couple of other potential plans on the back end of that so we rush around and load all the needed equipment, provisions and clothing into a laundry basket to haul…

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Day Four: I can’t help but laugh at my good fortune

It’s 2am.  My body feels exfoliated from the elements, slightly tight from exertion.  I’m sitting outside on the deck of my next AirBnB in Kona.  It’s quiet, nestled into the city surrounded by apartments and houses, except for the gentle white noise of the AC.  I got about four hours of sleep before I became…

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Day 3: No, no! A Camaro is fine

Tonight as I’m writing this (and every night) the coqui frogs and cicadas are singing their songs over the distant sound of waves crashing onto the rocky cliffs below.  The spiders are positioned in the center of their elaborate webs.  A few stars are glinting overhead but mostly it is intensely dark. The place I’m…

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Day 2: I move mountains

Last night, I arrived back to my guest suite at 7:30pm.  I took a shower.  I really needed it.  My legs were caked with mud in spots.  My hair hadn’t been washed for four days and was stiff from the salt water.  I was exhausted but it was the best kind of tired—the physical tired…

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Day One: Determined to save the only life you could save

Right now I’m sitting, wet bum in the volcanic sand, watching the waves and the clouds roll in.  I’m alone except for the sand crabs.  They range in size from teeny-tiny to about six inches.  They dig holes in the sand and then venture in and out of them.  If you startle them, they sprint…

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Day 5: Don’t fight the inhale!

In Braving the Wilderness, Brené Brown tells a story where she is presenting at a conference. In between scheduled events, Brené is talking with Roshi Joan Halifax and mentions that she feels like resting, but should probably go to the reception.  Roshi responds with the following: “Now it’s time to inhale. There is the in-breath…

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A calling from a Mayan shaman

Years ago I was traveling in Guatemala and visited Tikal.  It’s an amazing Mayan ruin site, the one with pyramids topped with elaborate roof combs reaching up from the jungle canopy. This was my second visit to this site.  It was toward the end of the day.  We had already explored all of the more-restored…

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Shit.

People who know me know that I don’t swear often but there is a reason these words exist and I try to reserve them for such times.  Shit is one of those words.  Today I’m working on potty training my two year old and this seems like an appropriate time to share a few of…

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