the edge of the wind

There is here.
I have seen photos and pictures and heard sounds.. but they do not compare. To know something by any other means that actually touching it.. is not real.

We are so very good at convincing ourselves that we "know" things.. yet we have no idea of them, no idea of how they feel against our skin, or how they make our eyes shine, or our hearts beat fast in our chest.

It is scary. I admit it. Letting go of yourself - clawing trying to hold onto what you have known and what you call your own. How good it feels though to let yourself glide on the edge of the wind. Letting it take you where you need to go, like a feather, or a leaf from a tree. You are swept off your feet; lost in the fragile magic of enjoyment. There are not parameters to enjoying life. You don't need meet a certain set of requirements before you can be happy... happiness is here, begging to be touched. Grab happiness and take it with you. Wherever you are, there it is, right at your side, in front of you - you become happiness.

I am so glad to be here tonight.
In this hostel.
In Hawaii.
I can hear the waves.
I taste wine on my lips.
And these two girls from Sweden are beside me sharing their beer.
This moment is perfect.

Thank you for today.