Hawaii has eptomized Paradise for most and yet for me, the isles represent a great and wrathful teacher.
I painfully collide with the Tradewinds and for at least two days writhe and twist in the washing machine of the great tide of the tropic equator…
All the while struggling with myself that I should be enjoying myself in paradise. I freefall at some point into the abyss between a structured life with duties and responsibilities and the free flowing nothingness of vacation time.
Eventually by divine grace, I surrender. And diving in, enjoy the calm and the peace and accept myself most gloriously