Beach wandering and hiking in Kauai -- but mostly not doing anything. I remember other trips, and planning every moment, and at the end of it all, feeling that I had never lived the experience.
The mountains to climb, the trails, where they lead, were all the more meaningful in the not knowing.

THE STREAM OF LIFE

The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.

It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
--- Robindranath Tagore

One of the things I do miss about South Carolina, were the magical evenings that would happen for a few nights each year, probably late spring, early summer.
I'd walk out on into the yard on a hot and muggy night, and down by the creek, among all the trees would be thousands of fireflies lighting up in the night darkness. Each searching as if reading some ancient scripture; maybe drawn by the yearning to find another, or even by a deeper meaning and purpose in their being, designed in the ages, spoken in the now.

One of the songs we sung on Sunday...

Where do we come from?
What are we?
Where are we going?
Where do we come from?
Mystery. Mystery.
Life is a riddle and a mystery.
Where do we come from?
Where are we going?

Leaving for Montreal in a few days....Brrrrrrr.