Where did my story begin……how many miles have I traveled, what adventures have I seen, how many hands have touched me, how much history do I hold, how many generations have cherished me……..the wonders and stories I could share.
Bright & bold board shorts, novelty vacation t-shirt, saltwater hair and slippahs. Sundress, hair in a bun, sand still clinging to the sun kissed skin on your toes, sandals.
Off you go! Destination……SLAPPY CAKES!
You saved, you budgeted, you researched, you planned, you booked, you packed, you arrived! You’re on the picturesque island of Maui.
Amidst the rush of worldly comings and goings, I observe how all endings become beginnings. Whether it be a scheduled time at your desk with lined paper & your favorite pen marking the permanence of your resolutions weeks prior to the new year…
Before the first rooster wakes and greets the day with the music of his crow, prior to the first glimmer of the suns beams over Haleakala and just ahead of the bustling traffic headed over the Pali, Maui’s farmers have their hands in the rich soil tending to the crops of the island.