& that's the way life goes

I’m reading a cheesy romance novel by Elizabeth Lowell, Eden Burning. I picked it up because the setting is on the big island of Hawaii. Every word that describes the scenery and the conversations in pidgin English pull at my heart. I miss the fragrance of the flowers, the heat of of the sun, the sound of the surf reaching the sand, the rich Hawaiian culture, the timeless hula, everything.

I put the thoughts away after I come back to reality from vacation, but they always float back to the surface. I crave the reminders of my time in Hawaii. My greedy hands turning the pages in my scrapbook, focusing in on the scenery and the feelings I had instead of the picture itself.

I haven’t traveled the world as much as I would like to, but I’ve never had a place touch my soul like Hawaii has. Every time I’ve gotten off the plane in this paradise, the sense of homecoming and warmth embraces me. Like a grandmother’s hug when she welcomes you.

I can picture myself living a completely different life there. Poorer, probably, but content. I feel blessed that C feels the same connection with the islands and maybe one day we’ll take the plunge. I’m constantly searching for peace and enlightenment. I don’t feel the pressure as much there. The natural beauty is enough to soothe the soul of doubts about what is real and what is not. It takes over me, slowing time and worries.

Feeling this and writing this seems silly unless you’ve been touched by a place, as I’ve been touched by Hawaii.

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