2022 was when I first started observing the Wheel of the Year. And I started with Imbolc. I sometimes think that Yule is the start of the year, but I’m really more an Imbolc kind of guy. I think. Halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. While the facts on the ground don’t support it, I’m thinking winter is about over. Spring is surely soon to be upon us with a surge of greenness. Which is a kind of weird set of thoughts sitting in Hawaii.
My closet is also halfway to someplace new. On the left are my New England, LL Bean standards. Five shirts. On the right are my Aloha shirts – five of ’em. I’ve been told that if you tuck them in, and throw on a sports coat, your good to see the governor.
Speaking of New England, I spotted this on a stair riser going into Maui Brewing in Waikiki. Sort of a seal of approval.
Which brings me around to what got me observing the Wheel of the Year, and making a point to be grateful every six weeks. Having a snack and a dram and thinking of J. She would have loved it here. The sun, the green, and the Hawaiian sacredness of everyday life. That would have meant so much to her. I went to a meeting today that was started with a prayer/blessing in Hawaiian. Asking to clear the room of fear and discord so that everyone’s words could be truly heard. Not something to which I am accustomed. But not a bad way to start. Sad she missed this. Glad to purposely think of her and smile a little.
A friend’s daughter’s class is trying to get a Valentine from all 50 states. I couldn’t find a Valentine’s Day card in Waikiki. Hopefully hand drawing a heart on the card will allow it to qualify.
My snack doesn’t show off Diamond Head to the best. This is a much better view. Sunrise. Sorta Imbolc-ish.
The Journey 