Hawaiian folklore teaches that at times a rainbow is a hoailona, or omen, that the ancestors or gods favor what you did or plan to do. This morning's decision for Cappy to skip the paddleboarding due to the choppy water was met with this smiling endorsement of the ancestors:
Not the most dramatic rainbow that Maui has given us, but beautiful enough for a grateful start to the morning. And since we were in the 'hood, we wandered back to Kam #1 on the off chance that the parakeets were back. And.... look at these little beauties!
Cheeky little fellows were unperturbed by our presence and even when they spooked and headed for the trees, they would quickly return to peck around on the ground and chatter. What a treat it was to see such beauty in the wild, instead of behind the bars of a cage.
We went to Ka'anapali today, then Kapalua and then all the way to DT Fleming Beach, which is about as far West as you can go in Maui and still stay dry. Forty-four years ago (gasp) Jan and I giggled as we made tractor-tracks with our bare feet along the beautiful white sands while the sun set behind us. Mom snapped a picture of that moment, and it has long held a special place in both of our hearts. It felt amazing to be back there.
Apologies for the Maui hair. Heat + wind + humidity = straw Brillo pad, and there's not a damned thing I can do about it. Unless I look in the mirror, I am profoundly grateful to be here! Maui no ka 'oi!
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