“Taking one down… faking a smile with coffee to go.”
David Powter’s song, Bad Day, was playing on the radio; the timing was uncanny. I had slept through my morning alarm, and I was late for work. As I traveled down Kawaihae road in a frenzied state, I managed to spill hot coffee on my white blouse and all over the cars center console. A series of colorful “words” quickly ensued.
“This is going to be a long day,” I thought to myself. And it was.
I spend a lot of time on the road commuting between jobs and devote many hours working through occupational hurdles in my head. Sometimes turning-off the “work switch” can be difficult; that seemed to be the case on this particular day.
En route to my second job in North Kohala, the large number of humpback whale sightings took me aback. Whales breeched every 6-10 miles and spouts reached 10 feet high.
At that moment Mat Kearney’s song Breathe In Breathe Out blared through the car sound system: “Breathe in breathe out…breathe in breathe out…”
Was the universe trying to tell me something?
As the day neared its end I found myself back on the road driving over Kohala Mountain to Kamuela (Waimea). To my left, a sea of green grass danced in the wind. The setting sun painted the sky blood orange. And the bones of the land protruded above the guinea grass that grew rampant on the slopes.
I pulled off to the scenic point overlooking the Kohala Coast. Above me two pueos (Hawaiian owls) circled in search of prey. As the trade winds blew against my back, the ironwood trees echoed a faint whisper: Don’t forget to breathe.