My little menahuni. I've missed you! We are on vacation on an island in the Pacific: all around us tropical flowers abound and fruit hanging low on trees ready to be devoured. We are staying in a plantation house in Hana, HI-paradise on earth. Besides my forested mainland home, I've never witnessed such lush beauty . Our vacation is more than half over and I can already feel the grief creeping in. Miles is so at home here. As always, the medicine jumps forward on trips far away from the familiar. That may be why I love to travel so much. The learning is accelerated without the shortsighted thinking I experience at home. Some things that I need intimate time with can really seep in. A few items are digesting here. A few mantras seem to be repeating: You can either be right or you can be free. If one must defend a thing, perhaps there is more work to be done. More comfort levels to be scaled. Doing nothing (wu wei) can be a very productive act. Geckos in a drinking vessel must go. Now I'm cracking myself up and getting totally off track. I'll have to finish this post later! HA HA! There are turquoise Venus pools to throw myself into from great heights and Pele's mountains to be climbed. Aloha!