Towards the Sun

I write this flying over the Pacific Ocean suspended in a universe of stars. I just spent two months within the cocoon of my parent's home in Hawaii. I withdrew from the world to spend hours and days and weeks with myself. Those quiet days have been the silken threads of my cocoon, drawing me inward.

Now I am going back into the world, my wings emerging from the cocoon. I'm flying towards the sun.

Literally.

Quiet Adventure

Sometimes adventures come of the quiet kind. Here in Hawaii with my parents, I have ventured inward into deep and quiet terrain. Lots of reading, writing, walks, dance practice. Connecting with my parents, connecting with myself.

In outward ways, I am surrounded by majesty every day, which I find is an adventure just to behold. 

flying in

waiting to perform

The Rathayatra cart in Honolulu, getting ready for the parade

The Pancha Tattva in Honolulu

the Honolulu temple's backyard banyan tree

Honolulu Rathayatra

sunset from my back porch

Hawaiian snow on Mauna Loa (above) and Mauna Kea (below)

the Lords of my parent's home, Sri Radha Raman