morning rituals:
welcome the sun (e ala e)
cuddle with the pup
drink my greens
stretch out my soul

disclaimer: I wrote this a while back. put truth to pen to paper for the first time in a while. this will be long and raw (…that’s what he said). 

somewhere above the pacific ocean. HI(gh), up and bound. 

transplant from kailua. traveling. always on the move. always ready or preparing for the next jump. in flux. beating. “I’ll take the exit row seat if that means it’s a window seat”.

there is comfort in change in challenge.

for me anyway…maybe because when my rock slipped from below where I stood I was halfway around the world. living in cape town, south africa. facing a world shifting and unexpected journey.

maybe because I learned then that the new dawn breaks, ka lā hiki ola. I learned that when that happens, and you see it happen, you realize that somehow (no matter what you’ve faced the night before) you’re still alive. you see that there’s something really beautiful to see, feel, experience, be. even if that’s just the seemingly effortless way the sun must rise and the dawn of the earth, no matter where you stand or how grey a day, the sun must greet it.

the song towards the sun by alexi murdoch just came on and the clouds resemble snow covered mountains from this 20A window seat. I keep peekin to see if one of them is mauna kea. I’m just so happy to be going home.  there really is no better feeling. if you’re from here you feel me. 

part of me is always pleased to come home and the other part of me is always panged when I bounce from the bay. my heart must be stuck somewhere deep in the pacific, between SFO & HNL.

maybe I’ll find it one day as I fly high above the places I feel home. 

at least I know where my love is.