There’s a beautiful rhythm to life here in Kona that just lets you breathe easier. I’m spending three weeks here, watching over my good friend’s lovely dog, and it’s become a chance for me to reconnect with myself. My daily routine feels worlds away from the busy pace I keep back home, and I realize just how much I needed this slower, more intentional pace.
Last night, I was lucky enough to watch a hula performance at the Kona Coffee Festival. Watching local Hula dancers, I felt at home. Each dancer embodied Hawaii’s spirit and connection to the land. Hula isn’t just about movement; it’s a storytelling art, a physical way to express aloha and gratitude. The experience left me feeling both grounded and uplifted, as if the island was wrapping me up in its own welcoming embrace.
This morning I picked a card from a deck of Hawaiian Healing cards I bought from a local store. “Playful” was the word staring back at me, along with a message that felt like it was written just for me: “My intention is to allow myself to play, to be play-full and to let loose into pure joy.” I realized how much I needed that reminder. Back home, where work and daily chores keep me in high gear, I often forget to give myself space to relax and just play.
But here, with each sunrise walk, each friendly smile, and each quiet moment of reflection, I feel myself letting go, easing into that playful, joyful side of myself that I’ve been missing. This island has a way of reminding me to be present, to feel joy in the moment, and to carry that aloha spirit in my heart, wherever I am.
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