Island Magic
Megan Harrod
There's something magic about Maui. I feel it everywhere I go. Something so much bigger than us. I can feel it in the wind blowing through my hair, the touch of the rain on my skin while lying on the warm sand, taste it in the salt left on my lips from the big blue, hear it in the sweet sounds of Hawaiian music playing on Tiffany's half-broken radio and "Alohas" from strangers smoking grass on the beach. The buzz of the bees swirling around lilac bushes. The beautiful, rich smell of vegetation. The flow of surfers, windsurfers and kite boarders united by the swell. Watching the windsurfers fly through the air and the local stand up paddling to the next big wave...I had a big, dumb grin on my face. My face hurt I was smiling so much. There's Maui magic in the cotton candy clouds at sunset on Ho'okipa. It's everywhere. Swirling around me. Enveloping me.
As I was writing yesterday I realized that it's been a while since I've gotten really excited about a dream. Like, REALLY excited. With that realization, I made an affirmation to get back to dreaming big so I can once again feel that contagious sick feeling in my stomach because I'm so excited and so scared at the same time. I need to feel that. My soul needs to feel that. That's what makes me, me.
Returning to nature helps me to find me. On a mission...
Aloha and mahalo.
Me