I placed one foot outside the car and was filled with the sounds of Waimea Bay. A single rooster crows in the background in a way that I never thought could sound so sweet. A wide smile ignites across my face as memories of Indonesia rumble through my mind. Each morning a whole cacophony of rooster crows would fill the Balinese land with its demands and proclamations, burning their imprint in your brain matter.
Oahu’s most scenic coast is along the Kamehameha Highway, with its sparkling diamond sea closely bordered by the steep slopes of the Ko’olau Volcano (which is thought to have first erupted 2.5 million years ago). Each beach shack town along the way has its own “killer shrimp” food truck and fresh coconut stand. Vacationer or local citizen, no one here moves very quickly because that would go against the essence of their culture, the spirit of Aloha. The wheels of the mind have countless hours to turn over useless questions and ideas. Do you think the island of Java and Oahu were separated at birth? What was it like when our planet knew few boundaries with its supercontinent, Pangaea?
Despite the geographical resemblance, Indonesian waters have nothing on that of the North Shore! Waimea Bay is home to one of the most prestigious surf contests of the year while Kailua Bay is filled with wind surfers and kayakers. With a multi-billion dollar tourist industry certainly the secret has been let the bag, but it does not take away from the inner stillness and presence these waters command. How effortless it would be to lie here all day and just watch the waves. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be. No need to meditate first to help you “enjoy the moment.” Not on this land of rainbows. Life just is.
Ah…. yes. There I am, I thought. The phonetic pace and jungle concrete of Los Angeles had managed to consume my radiance this past six months with its power lines and tainted air, and I am exceptionally grateful to receive it back from the sparkling diamond sea and sweet sun in the land of Aloha.