Ive been here on the Big Island for two years. Retired from caregivng, hospital work and teaching. I guess I can never retire from Art and Writing. Ive been around the world twice, lived in Alaska 25 years, Seattle and San Diego.
I need a place to write.
THIS IS A YEAR OF THE ROOSTER CONTEST ENTRY
Living on the Big Island means VOG. Volcanic fog.
It is voggy today which explains the lethargy. The air is thick, smelling of ash, fire and wind. Tonight the fireworks will go off in Hilo Bay. It is already working in my blood so hold me tight and kiss me when the explosions happen. Of all the elements love seems the most important. Basic trust and care need work and ignition but not destruction. Save that for the volcano which is overflowing now all around me, smoldering with passion. It is impossible to stay out of the love flow.