I am so intrigued by doorways. But honestly, I am more intrigued by what lies behind them. A secret garden, a neglected field, a loving home, a broken family, dreams breathed to life, dreams deferred. Doorways lead to the lives of others, a few we are fortunate to witness. I’ll always remember this particular wooden doorway. It creaks open to stone steps beneath a floral overhang. The steps will lead you to a lush garden with papaya and banana trees, some potted plants, and a cozy apartment with a view of Diamond Head crater and the Pacific Ocean in the distance. Thank you to my friend for welcoming me into her home. Behind that wooden door, is a new beginning where friendships are made, love is explored, stories are told, life is lived.
When was the last time you let go, and lost yourself in a moment completely?
I went on an art walk! It was actually a little disappointing but the map was fun kind of.
Our lives and the lives of others will always be caught between the struggle for war and peace, victory and surrender.
It's the thing to say.
What you leave behind.
Neither rain, nor sleet. Last day to mail presents and the queue is oddly not so bad.
Airports and Ports.