A hui hou kākou, Kauaʻi

Hawaii is not a state of mind, but a state of grace. 
Paul Theroux 

Adera and I are back, reluctantly, from 9 days in the soul-refreshing sun and sand on the Hawaiian island of Kauai, feeling recharged and newly-inspired. It was my first time to Hawaii, and it took very little time for me to fall for its easy, blithe seduction. The landscape of the island is a fascinating amalgam of rugged rocks forged from molten beginnings 5 million years ago which command a humble respect, and the lush greenery that, if the rocky terrain is the masculine identity of the island, swathes the landscape with a feminine, fragrant allure. 

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The story of Hawaii that I was lucky to find so early - on my first day, in fact - is that there is a effortless rhythm, like a gentle inhale-exhale, an unhurried engine of life. I found myself in the water off Poipu Beach face-to-face with a sea turtle grazing on algae on the seabed, and was transfixed by its easy nature. Within its economy of movement and tranquility of the silence, the gentle rhythm of the island took hold of me, and although I'm now back home in front of the computer, I am still trying to embody it. On my last day I found myself back in the same spot with perhaps the same turtle, and I followed its path without a sense of time, the pair of us carried by the ebb and flow of the waves until, with a languid push from its fins, it finally disappeared into the murk, leaving me grateful and inspired.

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Adera and I had an amazing time, and I'm excited to look at the footage I shot, which you will see very soon.

Mahalo!

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