Places, like people, have personalities. Maui has always been a peaceful place to me, a bastion of serenity. I woke up early this morning to enjoy the sounds of the surf, the fleeting appearance of rainbows as rain patters across the horizon, and the occasional evidence of whale plumes. The air is softly caressing my skin, and the birds chirp happily.
Today is the fifteenth anniversary of my stepfather’s death, a date that he shares with hundreds of 9/11 victims. Today, our country mourns…but not for my stepfather. That’s okay, because it makes my sorrow seem a little bit more normal, and my contemplation seem common. Today is a day for mourning, and the serenity of Maui seems a fitting background.
Maui will take your sorrow and put it in context — that sadness and even death are part of the beautiful circle of life. This wind on my face reminds me that the universe is beautiful and constant and that we’re connected to everything around us. The surf sings that there’s a cyclicality to everything, a rhythm to the Universe. The evidence of whales make me feel joy amidst the sadness.
It’s a good day and an appropriate place for mourning.