echos of another life.

I went for a walk this morning. I’ve decided that I like sunshine a lot. And I like walking, hiking, breathing here. Every time I come back, I realize how much I want to live here again. It is very much alive to me here, and although I’d like to share, I think I’ll spare you the romantic magical experiences I had this morning. In Oregon, I never felt things like I feel them here. This morning I felt myself slipping back into the sage I once thought I was. *sigh* The things you simply cannot do in Oregon…

I miss it. I took the ocean for granted when I lived here. The sun too. And the lava rocks (which still look/feel like the backside of some dragon to me).

I remember camping near Shipman Beach with Steve and Alastair, and knowing things that… simply don’t exist in the mainland. Is it a symptom of delusion? Or is this place simply younger, more dream-like, and more expressive? Places like London are haunted because of their long histories. But Hawaii is still very much alive, in ways that the larger continents themselves can’t even close their eyes and dream of.