Siren's Song

I should be listening to Elk Bugling calling me to the alpine snow covered mountains, inviting me to come once again to our annual contest of man against nature. Instead of 20 degree temperatures tonight and snow falling, I sit in Afghanistan in 100 degree heat listening to the Imam call to evening prayer.


And so while my body is here tonight encouraging Soldiers to press on, truly my spirit and my mind, and my heart are elsewhere. Except this fall it is not the siren song of the Wapiti that have made my pulse quicken and my eyes take on a far off look...this euphoric existential experience is about the future, and yet many ways about the past, of going back to Oahu, to the life that beckons me daily to join in its oceanic rhythm of life, to walk hand in hand embracing each new day that the Lord brings with ecstasy and passion that too long traveling the deserts of this world can bring.

Yes tonight I dream of the sweet caress of the Island, of each new vista shared, of each new memory made, of paths yet to be discovered, of challenges to be met, laughing and a jumping all along its waterfalls.

I hear her calling, beckoning me back to Hemolele, never again will I look at life the same,or take for granted what yesterday seemed so trivial that now today I would sacrifice so much to have,....a working phone....a cup of coffee with a friend....time with my sons and daughter in law, a drive in an island smart car for the first time...to take the top off of my jeep and let the rain wash away the grime of the journey as I wait expectantly for the rainbow that I know is coming...the touch of a kiss that sparks thoughts of romance as the sun gently caresses the ocean's horizon. To sit on the shore and listen to the sound of the gentle breeze breathing in and out through the trees...to softly sing songs of worship and to be one.....

This is my Siren calling tonight.... the deep trails of North Shore, the ocean beaches, the evening sun sets, the mistress of my soul, oh how I long to look deeply into her eyes and to experience all that God has created....
to drink my fill of her essence,
to drink my fill of the Island until time is no more...
and leaves me in awe whispering softly

Who is like God

Aloha

GI JOY