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Kauai

Kauai!!!!!!!!
What can I say. It was as beautiful as ever, overflowing with rainbows and a panoramic vision of breathtaking splendor. The magic of Aloha, seems to blow across the wide expanse of Pacific blue with a peaceful abandon, beckoning,
toward stillness,
into the present,
into life.
I loved it, as I always do, more so this time because I got to see it reflected in Shane's eyes, in Bodhi's carefree laugh, in Owen's sense of adventure. Truly a wonderful trip.

Endless Summer here they come.

Owen picked up surfing on the first wave (he did have one on one instruction), and my heart swelled with satisfaction and pride. I nearly yelled out "That's a Lloyd out there", before checking myself. All the lost longing to be on the waves with my father and brothers, came back to me, as I watched my son skim the frothy blue with a smile spread wide across his turbulent face.

Bodhi roamed the shores with wild abandon, preferring sand and shore to shifting tides and open water.

Shane, always the natural athlete, was an instant success but a bit hard on himself. I imagine there was a back door voice whispering perfection. He got off to a brilliant start and really enjoyed it.

This picture was taken at Mahalulepu, my favorite beach, it is my quiet retreat that I return to over and over again in my minds eye. It has been my place of refuge since first I discovered it twelve years ago.
The family at Opeaka'a Falls, just before visiting the Hindu temple.

The Hindu Temple is one of Owen's favorite visiting spots. We first discovered it when he was four and the moment he lay eyes on Shiva he was in love. He arrives with reverence. We write down what we would like to free ourselves of on slips of white paper and then burn them in offering and as release. We then step towards Ganesh, the remover of obstacles and leave a gift (Owen likes to leave flowers and money), then ring a bell hanging nearby. From there we proceed through the temple grounds, winding our way through immense banyan trees, flowering plants, water features and incredible vistas, to land at the prayer temple, which houses an enormous quartz crystal and more Shiva's than I can count, plus two large statues of Ganesha and Shiva, respectively.

This was the beginning of Bodhi's illness which ended in an E-room visit, two ear infections, swollen glands and eyes, and several sleepless nights.

Kilauea Lighthouse and bird preserve.Mom and Bodhi photographed in front of the Lighthouse.
Kipu Falls.
We arrived at this lush scene and Bodhi promptly dropped his pacifier into the water rushing over the falls. Shane, in super heroic fashion, asked a local standing nearby, "Is the water deep enough to jump", after attaining an affirmative response, Shane stripped his shoes and shirt off before unceremoniously diving 25 ft. to retrieve said Binky. Bodhi now worships his father.
I jumped in a few times myself, but my trembling limbs must have overshadowed my attempts at heroic leaping.

Saying Aloha, until we meet again.

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Anonymous said…
Thanks for the cry that just krept up on me while looking at your beautiful family sis....Somewhere over the Rainbow there really is a wonderful world...

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