One of my two favorite things about living in Hawaii is the trade winds. This morning they were especially gusty, blow-your-hair-about playful. Before we ever moved here I remember loving breezes and wind of any strength. Walking home through North Park in the Fall hunting for a suitable leaf for an epistle comes to mind. Barn jackets and school bags. But here, the air is moving on most days. It is more than an occasional delight.
I've wondered in the past couple of years if wind helps me remember that I have a body. It is a grounding element, a reawakening to skin. I live too much in my head and Martin accuses me of being almost altogether spacially unconscious. Brad introduced me to the technique of focusing on breathing to come back to my body. It seems appropriate doesn't it? Breathe, in-spire, take that wind in and wake. I can't help but think they must be related.
However, it can't be limited to that. The absence of trades in September makes me rediscover skin too--dripping with sweat. The sauna makes my body felt again too but in an irritating way. The trade winds are relaxing and refreshing. And, at the same time that wind roots my thoughts, a windy day--especially a Fall windy day--can inspire dreamy far-away musing. A sort of Romantic wistfulness and overarching vision.
I know I'm home again when we exit the terminal building into the covered walkway to baggage claim. The moist breeze greets me. If I'm lucky it carries the scent of flowers instead of smoke. Aloha.
The second thing in that category of two most favorites? The surf.
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So far, this is a great arrangement: You write, I adore. Most comfortable for me. Don't stop!
Becca, I've found you, thanks to Georgia. Lest I feel like I'm spying, just wanted to say hello. And you if you like wind, you'll LOVE Livingston! I'll never have to "do" my hair again--the windbown look is always in fashion here, by necessity of course.
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