If a love is to be unforgettable magic needs to take place immediately, and continuously.
“Shoots, lets cruz the beach.” Me with nothing more than a bikini on and him with just a pair of board shorts we grabbed snorkels and jump into the car. This time we drove north to ‘Tipsy Pools’. A very sacred valley known to many as Kapu, meaning danger and keep out. As we rolled the car past the Island boys in their tree house we threw them the shaka sign and got out. Always barefoot, Bruce began crossing over the sea of loose stones with ease. He glided over the rocks as if he were walking on sand. Looking back at my shaky strides he said, “come on sweet baby, trust walk”. With love in his eyes and the hypnotizing waves misting my skin I let the fear go and followed. The dangerous pieces of earth under my feet became musical steps leading to our secret edge of oasis. The edge of where translucent waters and ancient land kiss and hug without end. An oasis of sacred stone pools filled with warm liquid, tiny sea creatures and stories of the past.
It is divine how nature takes guardianship of history and can radiate with its energy.
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Aloha nui loa!
These deeply thought provoking and lovely writings that pour forth from water life's sleeping little finger tips are themselves an edge of oasis for my mind.
Nature and its beauty are indeed divine, as are the deep stirrings of the waters of one's heart when moved by their profound energy. Powerful waves of emotion welling up and crashing on the coastline of my mind, spraying me with a fine and refreshing, rainbow-tinted mist.
A bit of paradise.
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