Journeys through the mist

Year: 2010 (Page 3 of 4)

Changes coming

I’ve gotten quite tired of the current look of my blog, and think it is time for a change, so I’ll warn you ahead of time that you might be seeing some different looks and styles over the next few weeks as I try to figure out what I want this creation to look like – or probably more precisely, what IT wants to look like.

I’ve been tired of the look now for nearly a year, but simply haven’t done anything about it, and I think that might be part of the reason for not posting on a more regular basis. Well, there was that move to Hawaii during that time, and all the packing and sorting and planning and such. You know… life? 🙂

So, if you stop by and see an entirely different look, don’t be alarmed. The Sacred Path is just trying on new clothes.

The spirits of the Island had a surprise

Did you ever have one of those days when you didn’t know why, nor did you really think to ask why, and you found yourself getting ready to do something or go somewhere that you had not consciously planned on?

That happened to me a couple days ago. I got up and did my web work, did a few things around the house, made a trip to the grocery store and filled the car with gas. In the mid afternoon, I found myself shaving and getting ready to “go somewhere.” It all of a sudden dawned on me I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going although there was anticipation that it was going to be good.

Then all of a sudden I heard a voice in my head say, “Verandah Lounge,” and I thought, ahhhh, OK.

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Pele dancing

The other night I took a trip down to the Keauhou Beach Resort, to the Verandah Lounge, which overlooks a lagoon on the Pacific to watch the sunset and have a beer. As I was sitting there enjoying a Red Ale from Kona Brewing Company, bathed in the gentle salty ocean breeze and the warm glow of the sunset, I could feel the spirits of the island calling. I took a deep breath and as I let it flow out, I let my focus soften and let myself slip into a light trance as I watched the waves break on the rocks at the edge of the lagoon. As the noise of the lounge became a whisper, I noticed a fiery red dancing on the crest of the waves and realize it was Pele. Pele, the goddess of the volcanoes here on the big island, and her sister, Namakaokaha’i, goddess of the water, are said to not be on the best of terms and so it was a real treat to watch Pele dancing on the crest of the waves. Although they are not on the best of terms, I could see them playfully dancing together in celebration of the beautiful sunset, there differences put aside for this evening.

Sorry I don’t have a picture to put of with this, but I didn’t have my camera with me, and it simply would not have captured the magic anyway. Sometimes you just have to be there.

It’s down to love

My friend Frank DeMarco was fortunate to have met and become friends with a remarkable man, Robert B. Clarke from England who has had 2 books published by Hampton Roads Publishing Co., and three new ones that will be published posthumously by Hologram Books, LLC – Frank’s publishing company.

I would like to draw your attention to a post on Frank’s blog, “I of my own knowledge…” that presents some of Robert’s thoughts on illness and the fact that we are all connected. Well worth your time I think.

A trip to Pele

Well, it has been quite a while since I posted here, but for about a year after moving to the island of Hawai’i, the island sets the agenda for you – if you let it. If you don’t let it, the first year can be rough. There have been some ups and downs, but for the most part, things have gone pretty well so far. A lot of it is a matter of trust. Trying to plan things to rigidly will not typically make for smooth sailing.

Pele is the Hawaiian goddess of the volcanoes here in Hawai’i, and the other day we made a trip down to pay our respects. Pele in ancient Hawaiian chants is described as “she who shapes the sacred land.” I had made a brief stop to see her right after I arrived, but she let me know that she expected me to return soon. Well, she has been patient with me, but she set a constant reminder that would pop up every week or so to make sure I didn’t forget. Luckily Pele didn’t think four months was too long.

The day was forecast to be rainy that day, but Pele held the weather until we had gotten down there and spent some time with her and then when our meeting was done, the weather moved in and we knew it was time to leave. Heidi wrote a letter and read it to Pele and then her son Ryan folded it into a paper airplane and we sailed it off and into the Kilauea caldera.

On the trip down, Ryan had made a drawing for Pele and again folded it into a paper airplane. When he stepped over to the rim of the caldera and gently let it go, it started to circle gently and climb. We watched it climb and float around for several minutes until it was completely out of sight. When it stared to circle around, I got a vision of Pele riding around on the airplane and she was well pleased to have flight.

While Heidi was reading her letter, I closed my eyes and greeted Pele and was immediately surrounded by her warmth on that chilly day. The day was overcast, and my field of vision through my closed eyelids turned to a bright lava red-orange. I actually expected that the sun had came out, but when I opened my eyes a little, there was just the grey cloudy skies.

It’s difficult after encounters like this to explain them in words, but as always it was magical.

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