Living back home on Molokai now, I get to go for walks in this really magical forest that is part of a state park only 2 miles from my door. I usually go alone but I am never alone when on these walks. This forest talks a lot. The wind going through the trees-almost always a constant. The birds warbling throughout the day, a branch falling in the distance.
And the light. Oh, the light! I never get tired of seeing how the light changes each time I am there. It is a very meditative place to be, this forest.
And then, there are the rocks. Or, boulders, I might say. They are full of stories from the past. Stories I will never know, but things they have been there for. I keep asking them to reveal these stories, but they remain silent-waiting for that moment that is right.