Monday, December 22, 2008

sweet hitchhikers

i was going to have some kava at the tiny kava shack at the end of the red road where the magic is known to happen when what to my wondering eyes should appear but two small hitchhikers and two backpacks of gear. i picked them up wanting company and the possibility of sharing some kava with the travelers. turns out we'd seen each other on the beach several days before, they recognized me and i remembered their ukulele playing. they were headed to kalani honua, a haven for all sorts of offbeat characters where i stayed last year when i was here on vacation. they joined me for kava since they'd never had it and we walked out to the black sand beyond the lava fields and viewed the lava exploding into the ocean (still several miles away). turns out they're minnesotans, and i love minnesotans. good folk from that land. they invited me to come to kalani with them and use the facilities--hot tub, pool, sauna. on the way there we listened to the rock n' roll station and that devil music convinced us to go get beer. we diverted our direction and rambled through a one lane twister lined with enormous leaves, trees who demanded we go around, and a feral pig who couldn't care less. we hit the beer store with only 10 minutes to spare before they closed (8pm mind you). success bred success and we arrived at kalani unscathed and ready to party. the night was on our side, cool enough to love the hot tub, but warm enough to make swimming feel like the most obvious thing ever. we met people, we drank beer and smoked pot and several hours later, i couldn't find my underwear, but went home happy nonetheless (i was sober by then).
today i meant to go to ecstatic dance and meet up with them at kalani, a paradise for dance freaks, but got up too late and only caught the very end. they were gone. i resigned myself to spending the day being productive, or maybe just going to the beach. as i headed that direction, i saw them on the side of the road, hitching again. 'what are you doing?' i laughed. 'what we do best' they said. they hopped in and we spent the whole day together, hitting lava tree state park, mackenzie state park, and ending up at volcano national park where we hiked, and drove down chain of craters road and back listening to rufus wainwright. i left them to camp there and took myself out to dinner at an overpriced but delicious pizza joint.
a contentment welled up in me, i felt good about being able to share what i have--a car and some time.

4 comments:

Heather said...

I love your life! Good times or bad you always' seem to make the most of things.

The Traveler said...

Sounds so great! I love reading your posts.

Shannon said...

What a way to spend solstice! Does being near the equator dull the glee us cold northerners feel for the return of light? The Tree is up and beautiful (only 1/2 my ornaments on the small pine), im feeling very pagan this winter. Christmas, like solstice, represents rebirth for me. And so, I send love and support to you during your cathartic rebirth. melt-down and rediscover Lydia, all the molecules in your body were once in a star! { Remember my suggestion--- find a holiday tradition that is symbolic and can move with you every year. (Like lighting a yule-log on the beach and praying your intentions for the new-year to it)}
Love You! Take a picture of yourself near lava exploding into ocean for me, please. I must see this in person one day but a photo will do for now!

Anonymous said...

yeah why don't you pray to a log... makes sense...

Suddenly your actions reveals the truth of this earthly God's message through the transformation of your attitude about yourself and life. You took the time to care for and invest in others, even though they could offer you nothing in return other than gratitude, and you no longer feel sad. I think that you would find the same results if you were to follow the other precepts that this human/God has espoused.