“I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams”

It is, Red. It is.

Surfers by dawn.

I didn’t want to blog about this until we were at the very least on the plane (I felt like I was jinxing it by even pre-scheduling a Daily Dose of Christmas post obliquely referring to it!) but…we are in Hawaii.

Specifically, Oahu. More specifically, Waikiki.

Strange thing about Hawaii…it’s never been a place I’ve really even dreamed about visiting, because for many years it just didn’t even feel like a possibility. And even this trip owes everything to someone else’s good graces (Thanks, Mom!). But…well, it’s just a place, isn’t it? It’s a place where people live and work and do stuff. They just do it in the shadows of lushly green mountains and by the side of a wide blue sea.

Just a place.

But what a place!

I mean…come on now.

Waikiki by night

And then there’s the sea.

Have you ever wondered why the word sea is so much more packed with poetry and romance than the word ocean? Maybe it’s because the sea is a much more primal concept, a more basic one. I know that mariners think of the Great Lakes as seas in their own right. Oceans are specific things. But on this particular morning, I find myself remembering one of my favorite quotes (which I should probably track down at some point in its actual context):

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea. (Isak Dinesen)

Well, like many others, I’ve had sweat and tears in damned good measure. Let’s give the sea a try, shall we?

For someone who loves water, who can’t fathom the idea of living in a place where water is a scarcity (Phoenix? Vegas? Never!), there’s still something about the sea that overwhelms my brain on a primal level. My whole life has been spent near water, but I think of streams in a wood, waterfalls, bubbling small pools, swimming holes, rivers, lakes, ponds, whitewater rapids. The sea, though, is something else. You come to the sea and you realize that eventually, on this world of ours, eventually all the water comes back to the sea.

The deep blue sea

Anyway, those are my somewhat jet-lagged and under-caffeinated thoughts on this, the first morning I’ve awoken to pink clouds over a darkened sea where people are already surfing. Now, we’re gonna try to find some coffee and get our rental car and see what a Hawaiian grocery store is like. As one does.

Further dispatches as events warrant!

(And the Daily Dose of Christmas is prescheduled for every day until the 25th, so we have that going for us, at least!)

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1 Response to “I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams”

  1. congrats! I’ve never been…

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