Friday, February 25, 2011
"Strange, what a void separated him and her. She liked him now, as she liked a memory, some bygone self. He was something of the past, finite. He was that which is known. She felt a poignant affection for him, as for that which is past. But, when she looked with her face forward, he was not. Nay, when she looked ahead, into the undiscovered land before her, what was there she could recognize but a fresh glow of light and inscrutable trees going up from the earth like smoke. It was the unknown, the unexplored, the undiscovered upon whose shore she had landed, alone, after crossing the void, the darkness which washed the New World and the Old."
The Rainbow - D.H. Lawrence, page 476 of 478.
I read this passage eating breakfast on my last day in Hawaii, after a brutal, all night, uncharacteristic thunderstorm on the South Kohala Coast. There was a rainbow. I didn't have my camera - stole this pic off of the web. The one I saw was, if you can imagine, more amazing. It made my spinach and Swiss omelet with smoked salmon, onions, and capers seem trite.
I'll be blogging more about Hawaii in the weeks to come. It was too much to cover in one blog. From spelunking through undiscovered lava tubes to being caught in a vicious snowstorm at an altitude of 13,796 feet above sea level (over 33,000 from the ocean floor) - I experienced at least 13 of the 15 micro climates that the Big Island boasts. I only spent a total of three hours of my six days on the beach - most of which I was swimming in the ocean. I'm trying desperately to put back on a surprising amount of weight I lost from endless activity - which is fun, but shouldn't take long. I can't wait to go back.
Posted by Gizabeth Shyder