Was at a stoplight at the corner of Kaahumanu Avenue and Harbor Road. Rolled down my window to take a picture of this woman. Waved to her, but she either didn't see me, or was pointedly ignoring everyone. I wonder what her story is.
Have I told you how perfect this locus is? For sitting? Thinking? Writing? The table, heavy and spare—lacquered with the conversation and silence of years as a family grows and deepens. The wind outside, a permanent presence sweeping down from the Ko’olau gap of Haleakala Volcano to find the ocean at Pauwela: washing the mind of the detritus of day. The night outside, filtered by its citizens of crickets, geckos, and the creak of bamboo. Have I told you how well this suits me? I am grateful for it. Living on borrowed time—as we all are—I am thankful for it. For the souls who crafted it into being and marked their living upon it. Have I told you how perfect it all is? I feel the brush of a mottled tail on my leg and the cat, in his language, has bade me open the door for the letting out of him. I stand, I breathe, I am. The momentarily opened door is the night is the mind is the time. Have I?
Jolly Uncle Taka came by and brought fruits for Kahu and me — mountain apples from his Kihei yard, bananas from friends in Hana, and a perfect avocado from his sister in Kauai. Abundant blessings from the ‘aina.
Hands-down the best Indian food in the entire state of Hawaii is to be found right here in Haiku—at the @satrangmaui food truck. This is a creamy vegetable koorma, with delectable cubes of paneer (fresh cheese) added to the mix. Beneath the sauce and vegetables is a bed of soft basmati rice. Salad is chickpeas, Kula onions, diced cucumber in a vinaigrette. I dipped the fresh-baked naan in a yoghurt sauce exploding with flavour. I'm sure you'd approve of this setup @raatz ! Mahalo @harpretty808 and Jason. The only drawback is that this lunch plates is huge. Oh well, all the better for dinner later. :-) Now to seek a waterfall under which to ruminate for a bit.