Musing

[written & published at Kamaole Sands, Kihei, Maui]

Maui weather today: sunny, highs around 78, NE winds around 10 mph.

attached picture taken cliff above the ‘surfing beach’ just east of Pa’ia, east side of the island, on the beginning of the road to Hana; Pa’ia, an old plantation town now home to leftover hippies from the 60’s, art galleries, craft shops, restaurants and real estate offices congregated to slow traffic . . . anyway, the photo (scroll down) looks northward catching the north part of the island and those waves waving, waves that draw an overflowing parking lot of beat up vans sporting shiny new surf boards on their roof racks; their owners call it surfing but I think waving is a better word

yesterday was a great day of wander/wonder driving around after a morning of laziness, dinner with DE in Makawao (just imagine Elmer Fudd saying that) . . . very pleasant re-connect with someone I met last year; some people are gentle people you meet along the way . . . not necessarily ones who change your life with sharp turns - ones for spending soft pleasant time with . . kind and unassuming . . a nice catch-up; Makawao is a charming little up-country town with great views to the Pa’ia surf and across the valley to the west

there are people in life who take while others, they take care; some take care of themselves, some take care of the world, some take care of others; the ones who take care of others, in my experience, offer the rest of us a safe place to some home to . . a safe welcoming place to come home to . . . and they will be waving

life and writing offer three kinds of feedback – praise, criticism and silence – each brings lessons , actions, reactions, emotions and begs a thousand questions

the answers in life are in the praise, they are in the critique . . . but mostly they are in the silence

silence can be the quiet of night or the outrageous yelling of those waves all day – saying, look at me, I am the source of life, I am the source of knowing, I am a wave

Hafiz wrote: I can think of no greater devotion than to be shore to your ocean

CB & GP …your comments were resonating with me as I walked this morning as I watched the endless throb of wave upon wave upon wave, surging, pulling back, surging again . . bringing and taking away in equal measure as it has done for so long; these waves don’t ask ‘is it ok if I do this?’ or ‘why must I leave this all behind?’

Hafiz understood

workers work, players play, painters paint, thinkers think, writers write, and waves wave

sand washed up on, under and through my sandals as waves waved; these waves are a message to me, to you, to everyone – to not question what we are compelled to do, want to do, need to do

this place is so tranquil yet energetic; hibiscus hedges with their yellow and orange flowers rim a hotel property as it meets the ‘public beach’ area, a separation of conventionality from the wild thrashing of the surf on the lava, bushes steady as their flowers flick their stamens about in the breeze - while each wave is spent, lays wasted upon the rocks to slide back beneath the next, awaiting the next surge as it comes on as strong or stronger than the last . . relentlessly licking every corner of the beach, continuing all day until the tide takes it to a high point of domination covering all . . . before shrinking back all day, recovering so that its waves can pound again

a wave waving has a soft landing on the sand, a loud one on the rocks; symbolic I suppose of how some people order drinks . . something soft and creamy poured over rocks . . then tossed back on a hot tongue; this sensation gives pleasure as, no doubt, the waves get each time they land

waving, silently . . . crashing loudly on the shore

this morning the shore waved back

Hafiz would be pleased

Aloha

Mark Kolke
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