homeward bound

so I'm at the point of saying goodbyes, to people and places and the feel of the humid blasts of wind amidst heat that bakes me in the ovens of jungle*.  (*new band name)  I'm rocking and bouncing in excitement and anticipation of the change that will soon follow its course of overtaking me.  this river carries me into the air over the big sea to the really big island, to Oly, the inland sea, Cascadia.   I will miss many people that I've met here and already I speak words of returning next year.  how can we not want this?  How can we come to know a place and its live inhabitants and not wish to return to at least catch a moment of each of their dances, their transformations, their eternal sameness?  

attempts to grasp feelings and pervasive questions aside...

I yesterday spent the afternoon hanging out in the waters of the warm pool (like a natural swimming pool, where the cold ocean surf cools volcano heated waters, the temperature in flux with the tide) with a family of 4 kids and 2 adults, swimming, dancing and playing, being blissed out, and loving the energies of peace and children and play.  I've really enjoyed having children around me, being able to connect with their enthusiasm, spontaneity and glow.  

I had a great time with my brother.  Our rhythms finally began to coincide on the last 2 days, while we camped in south kona at ho'okena beach and did a kayak & snorkel excursion in kealakekua bay with dolphins, reef and fish.  very relaxing and awe inspiring.

its time to proceed with the adventure: to ecstatic dance, the ocean then to a hilo hostel for my last night on the island (i'll spend tomorrow day and night on oahu, my birthplace)

aloha

hasta pronto

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