It’s summertime here in the South, and the weather puts one in mind of the tropics; the steamy humidity, warm summer sun combine to promise that you’ll need another shower as soon as you dare to step foot outside. Many years ago (2006), I was lucky enough to be able to visit the Big Island of Kona, Hawaii for a couple of weeks. You hear stories, of course, of the beauty, but nothing compares to the reality. It truly is a tropical paradise. The native people are very eco-conscious and generally helpful, friendly people. They have a deep respect for the Earth and their simple ways of life were incredibly appealing to me. It’s terribly expensive to live there, since the economy is tourist-driven, but if I ever had the money, this is where I would retire and happily spend the rest of my life.
I got to snorkel with Green Sea Turtles…
and see plenty of Yellow Tangs and Needle-nosed Knifefish (which floated right below the surface of the water in schools) — Both are types of reef fish.
I also got to see some amazing waterfalls (although it was raining like a monsoon when I went to see them) This is Akaka Falls…
One of my favorite pictures from the trip is from Pololu Valley. You could see the mountains, the coast and the rainforest vegetation all in one shot…
There were some wonderful examples of island art, from hammered tin gates…
to the carved, wooden Ki’i statues in various places all over the island. These statues are usually meant as guardians to protect and watch over certain sites. This one is from “Place of Refuge”…
To my great delight, there were even dragons!
And Buddha was there, too!
It was such an inspiring trip, I couldn’t help but write a poem to help me remember the experience. If you ever have the chance, I hope you will go! It was an enriching journey for the artistic spirit and the soul of anyone who appreciates nature. 🙂
~ Kona ~
Muted moonbeams drift through vaporous clouds,
While gecko songs mesh with the soft click of palms.
Awash in the gentle susurration of waves’ persuasion,
The island breezes encourage me to let go…relax.
No pressure here, no hustle and hurry,
No scamper and scurry,
On “island time”.
Simply hang loose and flow.
The scent of exotic, tropical orchids,
Mixed with the lush green of giant, verdant ferns.
The bright flicker of numerous birds in the brush,
Calls from long-forgotten conchs and steady drums…
All convince me that I,
Have finally found my way home,
~ C.L.R. ~ © 2006
((Someday, I’ll get back there and once more find that kind of peace and serenity.))