Conversations with the Sea~~~~^~~~~

It's not everyday I cozy up to a good friend for a nice conversation but today was different. I hope I don't lose any readers with this blog post. Mainly this is for my mainland friends who are land-locked and find themselves perhaps cozy'ing up to a fireplace with conversations.

To Dr. Heidi, at Duke U., thank you for igniting me to write, someday I will publish my book.

For my Kona friend whom I awoke today, sorry I interrupted your dream state! Go back to it!

Early morning in Kona Hawaii, skies are hazy light blue with blanket of volcanic vog that envelopes Kailua Bay. Sand between my toes cling for the ride to my resting place near where the land meets the sea. Beach chair and umbrella stake their claim in the sand just a few salty steps to the lapping waters nearby. I block out all my worries and fears in my new room. My view comes into focus as I peer through my window on the ocean. As I slowly slump into my chair I glance to the left then to the right a world without boundaries in front of me. The sea is endless freedom. She is alive this morning as if signing a song of freedom. She reaches near and far across our earthly sphere. She touches many shores with her beauty and on occasion destruction. She is powerful and gentle. For today she speaks to me in her calm relaxing voice.

Mother Ocean dances in front of me like a hula girl on land swaying and gliding to and fro. In a world that needs more dancing she is a hula girl at heart. Her watery top shines & sparkles like diamonds floating towards the horizon. Millions of shimmering sparkles dance and reflect only to be interrupted by a rare black diamond twinkle in the distance. A steady eye determines the rare black diamond is a slicing dorsal fin of our resident spinner dolphins. The black diamond overpowers the tiny sparkling crest of a wave with her powerful shine. Slowly disappearing into the deep blue sea as if to say "I am the diamond in the rough, only to been seen by a select few." Her simmering ripples slowly turn into swells like an ice-cream man making a child his first frothy milkshake. I hear the ocean calling me. Does she want me to jump in and float amongst her silky top or drink in the intoxicating view from my sandy room? Follow La vie Dansante!

What language does the ocean speak? Can she hear the church bells ring on this Sunday morning? Does she welcome each of us to her front door as she has done with me this morning? If she was a song what song would she be? Her dolphin friends sing enchanting songs perhaps this is her way of humming a tune for the world. She speaks softly today. I'm the only one who can hear her.

Her horizon is blurry white as time passes. Sea air flutters past my face leaving a salty crust on my cheeks. Above my head the gentle breeze awakens my umbrella like a sail on a boat. The sea carries all within her around the world. Mythical and magical included. What stories she could tell. The Ocean tells of many stories for those who've been on her. From old sailors wise tales to island children bathing in her cresting waters. For today I dream by the ocean and in doing so I find myself having a conversation with the Sea. She lends her listening ear and I reciprocate. Will she have more conversations today with others? Will she welcome me back someday? Can I call upon her again? Who started this conversation? It doesn't matter. For we were on the same page exchanging scenery and thoughts.

My sight is set on a distant dorsal fin like object on the horizon. Becoming more clear now. Rising above the sea like the great sea monster Kracken. Have I been drinking? I'm seeing a sea monster rise in front of me? Closer yet she becomes defined by her lines & white sails. A beautiful sailboat upon the sea having a conversation of their own. With the heavy blanket of vog encompassing the bay she may need a Vog Horn soon to navigate her waters. What is her destination? Where did she come from? She is filled with journeymen seeking freedom. Freedom on the Seas. Have they been Following the Equator like Mark Twain?

I sit on a timeless beach in Kailua Kona Hawaii. I've been around the world this morning. No distractions, no fears, no worries. Can this moment last forever? I glance over my shoulder looking inland & up slope noticing the charcoal gray sky crawling down Mt. Hualalai towards the sea like a dark smoke monster ready to do battle with Mother Ocean. I need to take another road. Another road to another time. Take my own sweet time. The Ocean calls. I wish I had a boat so I could just sail away. The Ocean shall remain, holding her ground. She will see the sun come and go across her horizon, drop and rise everyday. Clouds will appear and disappear over her changing their formation as to hide their true identity from her. Sailors will return tomorrow to sail upon her & grab her trades and make a waterline towards Avalon. I too will be back someday to continue our conversation. For now she needs her beauty rest and to be left alone.

"Be good and you will be lonesome be lonesome and you will be free"

Mark Twain, Following the Equator