The Year of My Favorite Light

it was the year of my favorite light
when I inherited
my grandmother’s dishes
stacked my barren shelves
with her exotic antiques
filled my fridge
with garden veggies from my friends
no money
for much more

it was the season of lilikoi
and he would gladly offer
the peach-fuzzed
nectar-filled
passion fruit
spilling from the pockets
of his pack

it was the time we pieced it together
finding coconuts
but not having a machete
trying
the delicate art of breaking
cracking with a hammer
reaping all rewards

in that one bedroom
upstairs
we may have been surrounded
by ratting, dandered cats
pussyfooting
past our windows
I just basked in light

streams of sun
filtering
exquisite
in the kitchen
cracked concrete counters
family heirlooms
and fresh harvest

 

mango plate

Beautiful

Four years ago, today,  Jeb got invited to play at his friend’s house, and I got a free afternoon to take a walk on the beach.

It was sunset at my favorite seaside haven.  I was scanning seashells, unwinding, and humming to myself in the September salt air. There was a man in the distance with a rose tattoo on his bicep. When we passed each other on the sand, we exchanged one word: beautiful.

In that moment, the Bohemian entered my life, and the rest unfolded in some fateful play of events that is still mysterious to me.

Each passing instant holds possibilities that we cannot fully understand with our minds. Dreams can come true. Magic can happen.

I don’t need to understand. I’m just staying grateful.

 

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this man opened my heart to love and brings me so much happiness – mahalo ke akua

 

Inner Brick and Mortar

This wall is typical of the Czech Republic. Buildings constructed of sturdy brick and mortar, but smoothed with a surface that brings beauty to their solid foundations.

Such was the way of the people there. At least the ones that I encountered. The men strong and smiling. The women beautiful and generous. But each were dealing with daily challenges, just like any human, anywhere on planet earth.

No matter their problems, their veneer was smooth. Not fake, just gracious. A grace, I believe, that was present due to the strength of the core beneath the surface.

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This photograph reminds me of the classic Superman moment, when he parts his common button-up to reveal the all-powerful “S” blazing across his chest. The placement of that symbol, identifying his true nature, is purposeful. It rests upon his heart, rooted at the source of all his power.

At the heart of us all is this inner brick and mortar. The bedrock of who we are. Though, through our days we may not show each other all that lies beneath our finishes, this is our foundation.

I’m reminded, as I move in passing interactions with both friends and strangers, to consider what lies beneath our outer layers. That common core shared between us. It beats strong inside our chests, empowering every breath.

It’s steadfast. It’s gracious. It is Super.