We’ve just completed the seventh month of our residence here in paradise. I still don’t know what we’re doing. I had set myself a goal of six months to settle in, get my ducks (or nenes) in a row, figure out where we’re going from here. Instead, I find myself completely clueless. I admit to being overwhelmed, unable to process the array of new places and people and experiences flooding my life. To illustrate, in the past week, I….
…ate blue eggs…
…made some new friends…
…performed taiko drumming onstage at the University of Hawaii…
…sat in on an improvisational singalong…
…ran into some beautiful faces at Foodland…
…saw orchids bloom in my garden…
…had a mammogram in English…
…attended a drumming workshop…
…took part in a gratitude circle…
…had a girls’ night out in Pahoa…
…started a new exercise regimen…
…and played a hang drum.
That’s a lot.
The thing is, living in Tokyo, sometimes months went by and nothing interesting happened. Now something wonderful happens almost every day.
The key to this magic, I have discovered, is opening myself up to what could be instead of sitting on memories and waiting for magic to walk through the door. It almost never does.
I am overwhelmed, delighted, grateful and very, very aware of how lucky I am.
Big Island Mouse 