There was a lot of work to do around the house on Saturday, and I worked really hard. Since it was an extremely hot day, I was soaking with sweat by the time I got everything done. I took a shower, and feeling refreshed, with a glass of wine in my hand, I stood in front of my gigabeat -- what should I listend to?
There's a feeling of accomplishment, the breeze is balmy, and I am sipping lovely wine --- what else is there but Hawaiian music?
I picked Kealii Reichel's Kawaipunahele.
This CD always takes me right back to Hawaii. I sat and listened to his voice, and I missed Hawaii so much that my heart ached. Akaka Falls came on, and I had an idea, and googled a map of the Big Island.
Now that was a fun thing to do. Look at that; this island is nothing but a big chunk of volcano! There is Keauhou Bay, where we stayed on our last trip, where I fell in love with Hawaiian green sea turtles, those sweet, lovely creatures. There is the town of Hawi, my favorite small town in the whole country.
So I had a virtual driving tour of the Big Island, satellite style, around the island in just 30 minutes. Until we can figure out a way to actually get there, this will have to do. But wait for me, the Big Island of Hawaii; I will be coming back to you. I love you and miss you; you have my heart.
28 April 2008
17 April 2008
i love you much(most beautiful darling)
i love you much(most beautiful darling)
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
-sunlight and singing welcome your coming
although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess
(except my life)the true time of year-
and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each
nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love
-- e.e.cummings
more than anyone on the earth and i
like you better than everything in the sky
-sunlight and singing welcome your coming
although winter may be everywhere
with such a silence and such a darkness
noone can quite begin to guess
(except my life)the true time of year-
and if what calls itself a world should have
the luck to hear such singing(or glimpse such
sunlight as will leap higher than high
through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each
nearness)everyone certainly would(my
most beautiful darling)believe in nothing but love
-- e.e.cummings
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