There are Bison on the Beach.
This is not a natural occurrence.
But rather the result of 5 months of rain, irresponsible building on wet lands, 32 inches of rain that fell over the course of 24 hours, and the land speaking out loud.
The North Shore of Kauai, this place I called home for the past four months…the roads, the trees, the wild boar, the wild roosters, the geckos, the dragon flies, the toads, the homes…many were swept away by a powerful current that redirected herself and ignored the rules of order created by humans. And while there are now 6 foot sink holes where roads used to be, there aren't any reports of injuries or deaths.
I would say I am grieving, but the truth is, I’m more in shock.
Shaken by the transitory nature of life.
Understanding more than ever
the need for the psyche to know something is there…
even if I am not.
As luck, fate, and wonder would have it I left Kauai on a blue sky morning on the day the storms started.
I made my way to the Big Island to do a reading of The Whale Dreamer and celebrate the completion of this edit.
I was introduced to an elder Kahuna on the island.
Kalani began talking story the moment I arrived.
“My grandfather took me to the ocean when I was a little thing and pointed at the horizon, told me to watch the surface,” Kalani looked me up and down as I imagined is grandfather had examined him, with the eyes of someone who is looking in one direction but seeing many things at once.
“My grandfather said, every moment is just like the surface of the ocean, always the same because it is always changing.”
May you be alive and find peace with how each moment is always the same... by always changing.