The Tsunami and the Storm

My view from highland during the tsunami warning, I was waiting to watch a wave sweep the city away...

Tsunami and the Storm

It was late on Friday night, and I had just met up with my friend, Paul. It was his birthday! I had been staying with my Cayucos sisters, the dolphin family, reuniting with the central coast family that shares such similar native roots with me. They were moving and I was helping but overall there was a United move occurring.

I didn't sleep that night, not for very long at least. I feel asleep under King Kamehameha's sacred site at the tip of Kauila Bay, but a cold wind woke me as my legs chilled to the bone and my toes dug into the damp sand before I even started to dream. Little did I know then that the earth was quaking and I was not to be in a full sleep, but instead would be connecting to my earth mother feeling a world wide polarity change. The earth was breaking apart in Chile, consequentially creating new air for me and you to breathe, just like the volcano on this island is creating new air, vog. And so I didn't sleep that night, and I reconnected with my friend, we shared new insights and worldly intent to bring harmony to our relationships but even more so the Earth. We sat posted in front of an auto mechanics garage after drinking from my flask of tequila. We were stuck in vog, feelings its affects in our lungs and in the water of our eyes, drinking cold coco-mac-nut roobioos tea to bring balance to the soul. When it was close to sunrise, we decided to be the first ones on the beach and jumped in the truck to head closer to the surf...
Once we were on the road, I was surprised that all of the roads were closed headed down to the beach. I figured they were cleaning or something. We heard a strange noise, and thought it was the truck not running proper. We made it up the hill only to go back down to the beach on Lako street, but as we turned the corner there was a stream of cars headed up the hill. It was ~ 6 on a Saturday morning and we both knew something wasn't right. Then we heard that sound we thought was the truck earlier and realized it was a Tsunami warning. We never made it to the beach but instead turned around and headed for high ground.
I knew where I wanted to go to, upon the top of the mountain is the cafe that serves the best coffee and only da kine local food. So we landed there, we were the of the first few to arrive, although many, many more would seek safety from the tsunami there as well. It just so happened that the band we has seen play a show that night got there at the same time we did. We all rallied together on the mountain top together, uniting in the face of a natural disaster. After taking phone calls and letting loved ones know we were aware and ready on high ground we settled into the moment, accepting the fate of the day. We would post here until we knew the Tsunami had come and past.
First thing we did was walk to Paul's Market down the street to fill up with water. With a sufficient supply of water we headed back at the car we crossed the street to an open field, with a view of all of Kona from the airport to the bay to the epic surf spot I had gotten barreled at, Banyons. We surely imagined a huge Tsunami wave washing over all of it, transforming the land as we knew it. It was very exciting...
Preparing for a natural disaster we thought that we should get our food supply together. It just so happened that we were parked across from a house that was for sale, that also boasted a huge amount of fruit to harvest in a jungle-like yard. It was still early, not even 8, which was when the cafe opened and the market too. Instead of relying on someone else's services in this time of crisis we harvested so much fruit! I knew that there would be enough to sustain at least a few days of of living if the shit hit the fan, which it sounded like it very well may...
We gathered pounds and pounds of lilikoi, the passion fruit, with its yellow rind and sweet, tart and juicy center filled with seeds and bright orange flesh. We gathered oranges, avocados, even fresh Kona coffee beans. I felt sustainable. There was no doubt that I would prosper, I had all of my belonging in the back of Pauls truck, everything I needed for a comfortable survival if the built up society of Kona fell, and I had all of the fresh fruit I could have dreamed of. Better yet, that morning the farmers came together to share their food at the weekly farmers market. So even though we were confronted with a natural disaster, there was not a panic on my mind. Instead of panic we celebrated in unity with the others we were sharing the moment with.
All day we waited over looking the ocean, waiting for The Wave, watching over the sea and observing all of the different kind of people take refuge on top of the mountain at the sweetest rootsy cafe in Kona. The wave predicted to come at 11AM never showed but a sign to all of us on the mountain top. I was constantly thinking of what I would offer others if the wave came, what I could do to support others that were there with me. I kept imagining watching a huge wave roll onto the Kona coast. But it never happened, and after a day in the sun, chillin', watchin' others, forming community, I knew it was time to leave Kona. So Paul and I hit the high road and decided to drive to the other side of the island, back to his safe haven in Puna, on the south east side of the island.
We drove north through so many different kinds of ecosystems. We fully opened our hearts and heads to each other, coming true to the reality which we were creating. We drove past wild goats, and came to the Waipio valley, downloading complexities we had yet expressed to each other. We made it back to Pahoa just as the sun was going down, the rain was just beginning to come. There has been a drought this year, and the rain forest was even dry, and the guavas just barely beginning to fruit needed the rain. And rain is what we got. It poured onto the tin roof, and the sound of the wind through the wild growth of trees, along with the croakys (frogs) created a natural uproar of sound for I & I meditation. It rained and rained and the wind blew through with blessings as it transformed the present reality into one of dynamic love. I focus on why I am here and all of that which I have to offer. I focus on my path as and individual finding unity in connection to all of life.
My final words now, which I boast on the t-shirt I wear, All you need is Love... and Rain. It is true through and through no matter where you are, whether on an island in the middle of the Pacific or in the cold winters of Oklahoma. We are one, flowing like water from the sky...


Have a meta-consciousness that observes ourselves observing and that enlarges moments into infinity.

Examine our thoughts and feelings from a new perspective, observe but don't attach.

The real voyage of discovery is not seeking new places but in seeing with new eyes.