The dizzying of the rain that poured all through the night, filled the rivers today. The waterfalls have been roaring, crashing into our sacred swimming spot just across the road of onipa”a. You could hear its thunder from the workshop, behind the banana trees. I stood in aw of our swim hole, warping into a whirlpool, energy crashing, mist rising, to my face. Just the thought of jumping in, sent my thoughts cascading down the river. The might and power of the water astounded me.
Today was slow and lazy, filled with reading books and quinoa nori wraps. We gathered in the evening as a community and I could feel the sleepy spirit. We ate Kale salads with yummy miso nutritional yeast dressing, coconut quinoa, and this incredible bread with onions in them. It seemed like a feast. Home strummed his guitar and brook played the drums and the kids played on the silks and fought and played, continuously, little bear napped off and on.
Ive been hungry to read lately. Ive dove into the book “the white Orelader” and I haven’t been able put it down long. Its about this girl whose mother is beautiful and mysterious, dangerous and talented. She ended up getting jealous of her lover, who cheats on her, and kills her using the white orelnader. The mother is thrown in jail and the little girl jumps from foster home to foster home, enduring the strangest events that test her strength. I see a lot of myself in the girl. The book is fluid with rhythm and poem.
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