Outside My Maui Window

I picked up the dreaded Airplane Cold/Flu Virus on my flight over, and I can't decide if the cold or the cold meds are worse. I'm sitting at home drinking lots of fluids.

Tea always helps. Tea and sympathy.



This is my absolute favorite tea in the world. But you have to come here to get it. Even the box is beautiful.

I'm staying inside to spare the world from my germs, so I have to be content with the view from my windows. Here's my view to the left...flowers, sand and the deep blue sea.




...and a little beyond, our neighbors' front yard. They watch the sunset each day from this vantage point.



My view to the right: Pastor Craig preparing his Sunday sermon.
I know I'm making all the Minnesota pastors jealous with this shot.

And beyond him, little dots of people in the water. Waiting to catch a wave.

It's a bit gray right now in Maui, and I hope that makes all the rest of you who aren't here feel just a little bit better. It matches my flu bug much better than sunshine does.

Nonetheless, the blues and greens are still vibrant.

Out in the distance, 3 shades of gray and the island of Kaho'olawe, a little bump on the horizon. Up close, our wonderful friendly lawn, the setting for many fine games of sunset bocce ball.

My grandchildren liked to relay race around the palm trees.

Out in that water, Joey's ashes are scattered.

Through the side window, I see this.

My favorite tropical flower--red torch ginger. Joey's memorial flowers.

A gray day matches my mood.

Funny how it never stops the surfers. Here I count at least a dozen of them vying for the waves. They will sit here for hours, rolling with the swells, taking it all in.

My son would do the same, and loved this spot for that very reason.

I get that, now. Waiting for the perfect ride.

I'm waiting too.

I miss him here. His mana (spirit) is everywhere here. I miss his surfboard on the porch. I miss his long legs stretched under my dining table, drinking coffee and taking this all in with a warm, contented smile on his face.

I love you, son.

It comforts me deeply that you are in a place called Paradise.