Taken in 2012. Click on images to enlarge. Photos ©ARHuelsenbeck.
More Sunday Trees.
I’m responding to my own prompt today.
We never go anywhere
Comfortable at home
With our familiar bed
And our reliable routine
But for a few years
Dreamed of visiting Hawaii
Finally off to the tourist mecca we go
A hotel across from the beach
ABC on every corner
Rainbow after every shower
Early morning plant waterers and sidewalk sweepers
Late night celebrators and walk-takers
Visible from our balcony
Take-out breakfast on the beach
Fresh pineapple and spam at McDonalds
Chocolate macadamia clusters
Purchased and consumed by the boxful
Souvenir shirts (t-shirt for me,
Hawaiian print for him) worn with pride
Studying history at Pearl Harbor
Rental car circumnavigating the island
Catamaran voyage to see the dolphins
Swimming with feet protected by aqua shoes
Favorite memories of a lifetime
Does anyone remember the Maui Writer’s Conference?
A green, rocky jewel surrounded by sparkling blue was my first glimpse. As we flew closer, my heart pounded. My dream was coming true.
About 2 weeks after my mother passed away in 2004, I attended the famous Maui Writers Conference. My trip was planned long before the stroke that took my mother’s life. Part of me felt guilty for doing something so self-serving when I was still in mourning. Another part of me was ready to work—and to be blessed by beauty.
The Maui Airport was very open—meaning that there was no window glass. The breeze was free to blow right through the building. How exotic! I boarded a shuttle bus that would take me to pick up my rental car.
I had reserved the least expensive compact car. The agent cheerfully asked me if I would like to upgrade to a Mustang convertible for just $10 a day more…
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