When the sky weeps

I visited our little local library today. I was browsing the Hawaiianna section, thinking about my father...

I feel his spirit all around me on this island. It's not just the memories we shared here. I truly feel his presence. I hear his laughter in the rustle of the palms. I see his playful energy in the rising waves at the shore. I smell his sense of adventure on the salty sea air. Memories rush to me, a thousand moments in time strung together like the flowers of a lei. The necklace comes full circle as I think of my girls stretching for new experiences and relive for an instant my own childhood days. Watching the sun set each evening I feel a sense of calm acceptance because I am reminded that tomorrow brings a new sun rise.

It suddenly strikes me that I would not be standing here at this very moment in this library on the island of Kauai had my father not passed away. The irony hits me as my hand is drawn to a volume of Hawaiian proverbs. I open to a random page and read: Uwe ka lani, ola ka honua... When the sky weeps, the earth lives.

I believe the universe speaks when our hearts are open to hear.