I have been here on the North Shore of Oahu for six weeks now. In a word, I am a changed man. Changed in ways I would have never expected. I am beginning to understand, and it is partly about rocks and roots.
Yesterday, my beloved Narelle and I, were standing in the surf at Waimea Bay, just past dawn. This is part of our morning ritual. We wake, bow to each other, drink our first coffee and walk across Kamehameha Highway, to the bay. This ritual honors each other, honors us, and honors this new life we have consciously created together. It has also changed each of us, to the core. We each often mention our deep gratitude for this change, for this new life we are sharing.
As we stood in the surf yesterday, looking out towards the horizon, we began talking of our travels once again. Narelle mentioned the writer, Barry Lopez, whom I was introduced to back in Eugene, Oregon in the late 70’s. She spoke of his notion, that getting to really know a place, required an extended experience of that place. I said it was about going deeper, rather than wider. We both agreed, that would be our desire going forward. That we would choose destinations we wanted be for several months, like here, on the North Shore.
Now, back to rocks and roots. It is my habit when preparing to write my blog posts, to first look to my camera roll. I choose recent images that speak to me, and today it was these monochrome pictures of roots and rocks. They reflected my conversation with Narelle, as well as touching into the internal changes I am feeling.
I realise that walking different parts of the same stretch of beach everyday, has grounded me like never before. After more than forty days, my roots, the roots of my soul, are growing deeper. Many more of my hours are spent being, rather than doing. I have the time and space to begin integrating the tools and skills, I have learned over the course of this lifetime. New parts of my knowing, my allowing, my trusting are being solidified, like these rocks. I am gathering the breadth of my experience, and sending it deeper into the core of my being, into the core of my earthly home.
I am finally, wearing the cloak of my earned wisdom, like the badge of honor it is. With a knowing that it is my birthright, with a dignity and pride I have never known before. My gratitude flows though every piece of my being. Especially through my roots, and the solid bedrock of my being. Through this new life I am traversing, with my Beloved, with my Dear Narelle.
To wide open lenses, and wide open hearts. Love, Glen.