I had an amazing dream where there was no use of “my” or “I” or possession. I wonder if that is true in the Hawaiian language, no word for “my” house or “my” person. It was interesting to wake up and consider it. House. Home. Steve.
I also note that in Hawaii it is easier to live like the Dalai Lama, where every moment is the happiest, or, perhaps, happy. Even if he is crying, it is so for him. I see that there is no way to “rate” this time. It is good practice because it is all so lovely, and the mood so sweet, and I hope to keep a bit of this when I return. I have been looking for a retreat, and had not expected Hawaii to provide it, and yet, it does. It is a lovely place to be.
I woke early, excited about this helicopter ride. I know I complain about the helicopters over Muir Woods, and I am making excuses, but this seems different because you see parts of the island you can see no other way. We will peek into isolated rain forests, and obviously, have quite the view of the volcanoes. To say I am excited is an understatement.
Happy, flying, and perceiving in new ways to you, and, therefore, me!
Note, it is actually before 6AM, though the posting date says otherwise, for a reason I have not yet figured out. Happy float through time.
