life and love and dreams
today i helped a little girl make this. i think it was going to be dye. it’s made of water and every different kind of cool-looking flower and leaf we could find on the property, all mashed up together. she’s staying here with her sister and her mom. they are the most curious kids!
later we went to kehena black sand beach (all the beaches on this side of the island are black sand, i guess. there’s one at the southernmost tip that’s green sand, though, i hear!). we drove on a road called the red road because it used to be paved with red volcanic rock of some sort. i like the way names linger.
let me tell you, all this clambering over lava rock is really fulfilling the eight year old in me!
there’s a rope swing at the beach:
we sat on the beach looking up at the big houses on nearby clifftops, and someone said, “that’s, like, one of my goals. to have a place like that… except i’d share it, all my friends and loved ones, everyone would have their own room.” i am really familiar with that dream, but i think that it is actually a selfish fantasy. to have one’s loved ones on a shelf in one’s kitchen, so to speak… that is not love. our loved ones may not have the dreams we do… to love them is to love them even far away–but not to mourn them, whatever direction their own life and love and dreams may take them.
Holy cow, I didn’t realize you were, like, *leaving* leaving shortly after the last time i saw you. But that’s almost better– indifferent goodbyes imply they’re no big deal, which, really, they are– you’ll either see someone again, or you won’t, and both are illusory, transient.
These pictures are moving and true. I look at them and think, “Yeah”. Which is the best I can put it. Yeah.