At Kilauea, Kauai. Last Monday.
If we are lucky, we have people and places that lighthouse us.
And for some of us, we offer lighthousing.
To remember edges and to aspire to horizons. To steer ’round points of danger, caution. To aspire to the long view, that lives beyond noise.
I’m moved by lighthouses, like the one above. And I’m moved by people direct and near, this marriage a week ago, that is itself lighthouse.
We continue
this finding and giving of love.
We open
to something related, but new.
