Samain and the Radiation Moon
Tuesday gratefuls: Shadow who behaves like the wind or water carving a stream bed. Wu wei all the way. Neck brace, trigeminal nerve problems. Wouldn’t ya know. Maddie. Conversion. Tom’s last campaign. Christopher. Paul. Sylvan. Putin. Zelensky. Rubio. Hegseth. Tara and Eleanor coming today.
Sparks of Joy and Awe: The Shema
Life Kavannah: Wu Wei Shadow, my Wu Wei mistress
Week Kavannah: SERENITY Menucha Serene, literally “at rest/comfortable” “In Jewish tradition, ‘menucha’ (מְנוּחָה) signifies a profound state of spiritual and physical rest, tranquility, peace, and fulfillment, going far beyond merely ceasing work. It is a core concept tied to the Sabbath (Shabbat) and the ultimate spiritual destiny of the soul.” Gemini
Being a metaPhysician
One brief shining: A day, several years ago, at Da Fish Shack on the Island of Kauai, listening to the waves of the wide Pacific hit the shore just beyond the front door, an extra week on Kauai time, a slower primal time that speaks of Volcanoes grown tall, then dormant, then extinct traveling on their ride or die, the great Tectonic Plate carrying this quiet rural place toward China, no hurry though.
Hawai’i. A place of so many memories. That first year at the Maui Weston, securing permission from the sugar company to climb the old, old Mountain toward the Lahaina L. Didn’t make it. Got lost, legs bleeding from thorny bushes, sweating with exertion and heat. Found the car, feeling wonderful. While Kate dutifully sat in class after class.
The morning walk into Lahaina, long before the fire, following the Shoreline, finding a restaurant and ordering Mahi-Mahi and poached eggs.
Much, much later. Hickam AFB on Oahu. May, 2021. Kate dead less than month. Crying at Joseph and Seoah’s table. I miss her so much.
Kate dressed fancy, Island fancy. Making our way through the cool evening, past so many rental cars, to Mama’s Fish House. Maybe celebrating my birthday. Reading on the menu the name of the one who caught the Ono, the Ahi, the Opakapaka, Mahi-Mahi. Holding hands. Deep in love. Then. Now.
Walking into the lobby of the Mauna Kea for the first time seeing the white Sand Beach and the blue Water framed by its entry way teak pillars. A hotel built around art collected by Laurence Rockefeller while traveling the Pacific Rim.
Later that evening after dining outdoors, walking away from the hotel to the underwater lights highlighting the gentle flying of Giant Manta Rays, their wide mouths making them look like an organic simulacrum of a 1950’s car design.
Standing next to Halemaumau, then deep, the home of Pelé, goddess of Volcanoes. Palm Fronds, empty liquor bottles, colorful leis scattered round its rim.
Later walking on sharp Lava out toward the Lava streams, moving toward the Water, giving the lie to they aren’t making any more of it. Steam boiling up from the much cooler Pacific as the Big Island got bigger still.
We loved Hawai’i, Kate and me. Like so many. Leis made of memories and gentle moments together.