Monday, June 20, 2011
A snowfall, in Hawaii, in the middle of summer, is about as likely to happen as a parade of flying pigs. And yet, on June 8, 2011, that's exactly what happened.
Not surprisingly, this phenomenon was featured on the front page of the Hawaii Tribune Herald. The caption below this photo reads as follows: "This is Hawaii: Blue skies, swaying palm trees and snow in June. An unusually strong storm for this time of year left the White Mountain wreathed in white over the weekend."
This image struck me as the perfect introduction to my blog. First and foremost, it represents the power of possibility; it champions the unexpected and I LOVE THAT! I have felt for a while that my life is living proof that dreams do come true (more on that later), and that is why I chose this title.
Secondly, I feel a deep and lasting sense of reverence for this majestic mountain. Since I first laid eyes on her rugged slopes and peak, I have felt an inexplicable connection. Words alone cannot describe it. Translated, Mauna Kea means "White Mountain", but she is so much more than a mountain. Sacred to Hawaiian culture, Mauna Kea is technically an inactive volcano. Although dormant for a very long time (4,600 years to be precise) scientists predict future eruptions. Maybe this explains the kinship I feel. After years of inactivity, forces within me have come alive. No one was more surprised than I when, two years ago, passion for exercise, nutrition, balance and living well began to spew from my core. And now comes the writing. I have always loved to write but being published literally gives me "page fright". The call to write is rumbling again, like magma beneath the surface, and I am readying for the flow.
The stirrings come as I read the enchanting adventures of my dear friend, who just blogged her way through Thailand. Her tales of self discovery and spiritual homecoming while halfway around the world made me laugh, cry and nod in knowing.
So here I am, looking out my window at Mauna Kea's majestic beauty. I may not be tooling my way around Chang-Mai on a Vespa, but I am here: in my glorious life, present and accounted for - and so very full of gratitude.
It scares me a little to hit the "publish post" button. And that's exactly why I'm doing it.