I wonder if I ever will encounter such aweinspiring beauty of nature again, like I did in Hawaii. Maybe never. Or simply never the same. But, how do I then stop my longing when the only point of reference I have is for future love there or the ones of the past in Sweden. All I have is the longing in my heart. I am not at home in Hawaii. But it helps me create a sense of grounded peace to practice Hula a little now and then, so I do. So, I can be a little like Lilo.
These are called Pu'ili sticks and made by bamboo to give a sound to accompany some of the dances.
So, somewhere in between?