My Own Canvas

Like a blank canvas, On which I get to write my Very own story. That's why I keep going back and back, & back:-).   Place in the World

A hiki i kekahi manawa (Until next time…)

  As I board the plane, and look back, I see all that I am leaving behind, I reluctantly take my seat, And, I begin to feel it happening, Slowly, but surely....the oozing begins,   All of the ocean's waves, All of the fine granules of sand, All of the swaying palms, All of the …

Cayo Santa Maria

This time last year, this is the Path that we walked on to the beach area at our resort in Cayo Santa Maria, Cuba.  The beach was amazing!  To me, it is the quintessential barefoot walkway made up of worn stepping stones with an open air bar well-placed at the edge of the uneven wooden stairs leading …

Sand Through Our Toes

There are many things Pure in this world upon reflection, but this moment in time spent on the beach stands out in my mind.  Perhaps because it was one of those few impromptu instances in middle-aged life of 'feeling like a kid again', as we 'played' in the sand with our feet while taking in the beautiful …