Hawai’i.
Ha - the breath of life. wai - fresh waters. ‘i - divinity.
How romantic is that.
The Hawaiians know a little something about understanding the beauty that surrounds them and I want to savor every bit of it.
Tourists here are called haoles, which literally translates to “no breath” or “without breath.”
I feel that to my core.
Without breath.
Not because the baby is making winded, though that’s exactly what she’s doing, but because I feel I live a life without acknowledgment of the beauty surrounding me. my lungs are empty of appreciation.
Being present is something I’m trying to work on this year and I believe I’ve got a long way to go, but it’s a marathon. Not a sprint.
Im here, breathing in my time and holding on to what I can - soaking in more beauty and love. For myself, for the people in my life, for my circumstances.
Enjoy some pics of the love I’m feeling.
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