The Noonday Demon.

Summer and the Aloha Moon

Monday gratefuls: Sea Turtles. Viewing them as metaphor. Rain. Here and on Shadow Mountain. The blessings of Water. The Pacific. Beaches, liminal zones. Losing a chance for compassion. Walking. Dole Plantation. Murdoch. On my bed. Pho. The blessings of Land. The blessings of Sky. The blessings of Fire, here and far. Ruth and Gabe. Jon. Susan and Kep. The Ancient Brothers on the State of the World.

Sparks of Joy and Awe: Sea Turtles.


We went to the North Shore yesterday to see the Sea Turtles come ashore. Which they do between 11:00 am and 1 pm. If there aren’t lots of people standing on the beach taking pictures of them, blocking their path. Like yesterday, for example. So they swim around, probably wondering WTF? They’re coming in for the heat. Not egg laying at this time.

There were signs, two and not very big, that said to stand back ten feet from the beach. But both were in English. And most of the folks that were there spoke other languages. I heard Japanese, Mandarin, and French. Also there were lots of young women there without enough money to buy full swim suits. You can see one in the video.

Joseph tapped a young Japanese man on the shoulder. Pointed to the tube attached to the plastic raft he’d been vigorously pumping up with his foot. Not connected. We stayed for awhile. Saw lots of Turtles, none able to reach the beach through the thicket of legs.

Picked up the beach chairs, navigated our way through tree roots and sand back to Kamehameha Drive, crossed to the full parking lot. Seoah cleaned my shoes of sand before I got back in the car.


Our next stop puzzled me a bit, but the hot dog was good. Dole Plantation. As a theme park with train rides, a big gift store, a Pineapple Maze, and a restaurant. Given Dole’s history of oppressing Hawi’ians both native and immigrant from the Philippines, Japan, and Korea, it felt weird to me to participate in any way. Not to mention big Sugars role in overthrowing the Hawai’ian monarchy.

The place was so full parking was on an if you’re lucky basis. Gave me ideas for a plantation theme park in the South. Bad ideas. Just plain odd. No wonder the native Hawai’ian’s drive around with big Hawaiian flags on their trucks.

We had a pineapple-chili hot dog (better than it sounds), then left. Color me confused as to why this place exists at all.



Discussing the State of the World. Ancient Brothers yesterday morning. Not hard to get to despair. Just these headlines in today’s NYT: Pope apologizes for evil done to indigenous people. Prices soar in Ukraine adding economic chaos to ravages of war.  Urgency of January 6th hearings puts Merrick Garland on the defensive. Priced out Californians moving to Tijuana. Sixth teenager accused in Central Park killing exonerated. California’s latest Wildfire slows after exploding near Yosemite. Good news? Well, no mass shootings made the front page.

But, as a comic strip Tom Crane found suggests, we can control how we react. That’s up to us. In other words we can choose joy and love even in a time of medieval darkness. Isn’t this denial or avoidance? Not at all.

Despair can lead us to acedia. And, I think, often does now. Called the noonday demon, here’s a description from an article about Kathleen Norris taken from a 4th century monastic’s writings:

“The demon of acedia — also called the noonday demon — is the one that causes the most serious trouble of all. . . . He makes it seem that the sun barely moves, if at all, and . . . he instills in the heart of the monk a hatred for the place, a hatred for his very life itself.”  LA Times

If you feel yourself headed for that I can’t do anything about it so I won’t feeling, examine yourself, your life, your good fortune. Find something to laugh at. Again as Tom mentioned. There are those British mystics who wrote the song, “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.”

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