It is raining and cold here in California. When the wind blows it cuts through your clothes In Maui, and Hawaii, the wind is a soft, warm touch on your skin. It shakes the palms and they rustle sweetly. The waves crash rhythmically without ceasing, a mantra that promotes beta waves in the brain. As the waves rise up, one can see turtle silhouettes. Turtle heads pop up near rocks and coral as they get air before dropping down to feed on algae and seaweed. Snorkeling with the huge green turtles was fun. Whale watching is a passive pasttime that nevers grows old. They breach, they wave their flippers, and blow out air which is a way to spot them in the water. I felt so surrounded by marine life, and loved being wet and salty after snorkelling.
The moon of mystery hangs over the scene. A mountain path glows with copper and apricot. A figure of blue trudges up the path. There is a sadness to this picture, for me. The divine is not always pure joy. It also encompasses suffering to reach the place of release, the letting go of earthly suffering. This divine horse has done the bidding of man, has carried him on his back, won races so he can be rich, bore colts to make him richer. She longs for the top of the mountain where she will be set free.
Life is a blank canvas on which we paint our impressions, experiences, wisdom, compassion, and laughter.