As much as I love Hawaii and hate to leave it, I have to take a break for a few weeks. I almost feel guilty, as if I'm deserting the island and all it's goodness. My plane soared past the sunrise at 6:40am, inviting the gorgeous rays of sunlight to stream through the clouds and onto the green mountains and craters of Oahu. It almost looked like a biblical image, "God" reaching down to earth, and I mean that as an allegory of divine beauty, not as a religious comment. I experienced the sad sting of leaving, and the joy of my future return at the same time. "All will be good," I thought smilingly. I'm on my way to Sweden to work for three weeks at Rosenhill.
I can hear the Transparant-Blanc Apples calling me in my head, "Snälla Julia, plocka mig!" I can taste the memory of the sweet golden juice on my tongue from last year's harvest. What a beautiful thing to be doing, working on an apple orchard. Oh, all the plums that will be hanging from the trees like little babies waiting to be swaddled. So round and soft and cute. And the people. My friends and family at heart. I can feel myself glowing, probably the way people describe pregnant women. I'm literally swelling with joy and I already feel healed by the upcoming contentment which I'll experience. It will be good. And I'll be better when I get back. I need this type of retreat into nature in collaboration with society at its purest. It is the best form of healing that I've ever found, and I know that anyone who's been to Rosenhill understands. That is ultimately my dream: to create a place similar to it, perhaps in Hawaii, where others can come and work and experience that amazing spirit.
I'm off now, my plane to Frankfurt is rolling up. Much love, peace and happiness to everyone.
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