Musing

[written and published from a condominium at the Maui Kamaole, Kihei, Maui, Hawaii]

83F predicted again today, so little variation day to day; to the east, the Haleakala
volcano is bathed in sunshine for the 2nd day in a row, looking north, the West Maui
Mountains appear to have the sunshine painted on as while clouds push down from the top; my walk along Wailea beach . . (photo attached today was taken looking northward on Big Beach yesterday - the lava outcropping at the top/left separates Big Beach from Little Beach, the place on the other side where people where a little/lot less to sunbathe; we spent time there amidst the crowd yesterday . . got wet because we parked too near the water and moved up the slope coated in a bizarre slurry of sand and sunscreen)


an exploration day ahead . . in more ways than one; everyone’s truth is unique to them, for them, because of them, in spite of them

no snow here

temperature is fine, heat is great; blips touch down on emotional radar screens – more than sparring, slightly less dangerous than fencing – of thrust and parry, of dig and cut, of lashing out . . or retreating . . or both

turbulence . . in air, in water, in people . . the stirring of the pot; a difficult evening, a challenging morning – words are sometimes blunt instruments, feelings bruise more easily than we often realize; two people seeing one thing the same way at the same time is a rare thing unless neither cares, in which case it is easy

but caring about ourselves, caring about someone else . . then that turbulence thing comes into play – it can turn things upside down at worst, turn tables at least, turn things sideways almost always - like weather, stormy days can be followed by stormy nights – or vice/versa – calm days can often mask a storm brewing; I doubt lab rats would ever volunteer to put themselves into a behavioral experiment – but we higher beings seem to do it voluntarily

an old sore point or a brand new one - did I pick a fight or take the bait, did I call a spade a shovel, was I all wrong or alright, was it true what she said, was it true what he said, was it this, was it that – and what about that other ‘ting ?

relationships with people who matter to us are far easier to talk about than to do, far easier to fix when nothing is the matter, far easier to see when reflected in calm water; turbulence, on this hand, on the other hand . . or the other hand

these dynamics we call relationships - holding up a mirror to someone else – so they can themselves as we see them – very hard to do; holding it up to see ourselves is telling too; are we seeing our truth, their truth or THE truth?

sometimes it snows; it can be chilly overnight but then it often warms up in the morning after a good long walk on the beach

turbulence has settled now, less choppy water ahead . . .

aloha

Mark Kolke
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