Back in May, when I was making all of the arrangements for Drew and I to take our first trip to Maui, I knew that we would have an experience, see and eat and do things, that I would want to write about here. What I didn't know is that being on the island would effect me (and my husband) in ways I hadn't even considered. I just thought I was going on vacation -- a long, long overdue break filled with tropical drinks and days at the pool -- after a year that had thus far been filled with a giant dose of grief and loss and exhaustion.
But Hawaii was not what I expected. It was strange and wonderful. It was warm and green and lush and beautiful. It was, at times, hyper-emotional and at others, insanely relaxed.
Before our trip, I was talking with one of our cousins who is a serious Hawaii lover.
"It's not just a vacation." he said. "It's transformational."
I'm sure I didn't get what he meant then, but I do now. I am changed. It was transformational.
I'm still processing my time there, and all I've really managed to gather so far is that I didn't have nearly enough time. Next time (already planning it) we'll stay for much longer. I don't feel ready to write about it -- like I can't yet get the essence of it into a couple of sentences in a blog post.
So. Rather than try to describe what I saw, what I ate, what I did, what I experienced, I'll just post a bit what my "vacation" looked like.
Mahalo, Maui. I'll be back soon.