home. Beloved and i were talking about home last night, sitting on the deck outside our room here in kona. where is it, what does it mean and how do you know when you're there?
for at least a part of me, the sound of the ocean, the smell of the salt air and the screech of the sea birds is home. i grew up hearing its intermittent roar - on saturday mornings when my father would take us down to the beach to walk, in the evenings, when my grandmother took us to the rides, in the afternoons when my mother hauled us faithfully down to the beach to play.
i loved to sit and watch the waves...long after i outgrew the need to jump them, i've never tired of sitting on the sand and watching the waves roll in. so here i am, perched on the edge of an island in the middle of the biggest ocean in the world...watching the waves, and feeling like i'm home.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.