Honolulu, recovery, etc
Hi, my love.
Writing to you from the Honolulu terrace.
Much more settled a week later.
Less focused on the ceiling fans and blaring competing live bands of different hotels.
More focused on the gradient the sky makes right after sunset.
(Never seen anything like it before.)
(Blue to lilac to yellow.)
(it fades through the night)
The shows were beautiful, but the restorative ocean time we’re fortunate to have after them is the real prize.
I came here once before, right after my vocal cord surgery. Back then it had been a month post-op and my doctor was not convinced I would heal. JJ had some shows here though, so he invited me to just sit by the ocean and cry.
I sat, I swam, I cried.
I came back recovered.
My doctor couldn’t explain it and I didn’t need him to.
As we flew over the terrain this time around I knew there was a similar recovery to be made.
It felt like a larger one, somehow.
But a week here has done it again.
The water is so shallow that you can walk unbelievably far into the ocean and still stand.
Today we walked hundreds of feet away from the shore together. Reflected on where we’ve been, where we’re headed.
Saw so many enormous sea turtles. And a wild seal!!!
(We were looking for more sea turtles when we spotted the seal, so my brain, upon seeing its way too large for a turtle neck, coded it as “SEA MONSTER”)
It was not, in fact, a sea monster.
Just a perfect seal, hundreds of feet out. Way past the dueling bands or the roaring ceiling fans or any memories that might hold us back.
I dare say I might return recovered.
(whatever that may mean this time around)
But that’s Wednesday. For now we rest. Heal among the turtles and the locals and the vacationers and this beautiful beautiful island.
More next week.