A Tree is Just a Tree…
On our first trip to Hawaii, we were fortunate enough to travel to three islands, Oahu, Hawaii, and Maui. All of Hawaii is like paradise but I grew especially fond of this particular place.
It is on the road to Hana along about mile marker 11 and a good 3 miles off the highway. It is because I purchased the CD “On the Road to Hana” at the sandwich shop that we even discovered this little hide a way. A quaint little church lies at the bottom of a twisty road. Looking towards the ocean, black lava rock clutters the beach front. Drift wood scattered everywhere yours for the taking. I didn’t need to go further.
This tree stands so strong against the elements, perhaps that is why I am so drawn to this little tree. I am content. Serenity is heightened. If the good Lord wanted to take me home at that very moment, I would have been happy to leave Mother Earth because this is my heaven on earth.
As we sat on our open convertible, munching on our great deli sandwiches, it was then that I said, “When I die, I want half of my ashes spread right here.” My husband said to me, “What am I supposed to do with the other half of you?”
With a smirk on my face, I said to him “Toss the other half of my ashes under the Marshall Field’s clock on State Street in Chicago.” (In 2005, Marshall Field’s was still in business. Little did I know that the big bad Macy’s would soon buy Field’s out and my dreams would be devoured by big business).
A year later, my husband and I took our grown children to Maui. On the way to Hana once again, we took the little diversion. This tree still stands strong. However imagine how surprised I was to see a baseball field now sitting across from this spot. While I was disturbed, I realized that the luckiest people on earth live here and I had to accept the fact that mankind lives with nature with the utmost reverence.
The photo to the left is actually a freeze frame from a video which is why the tree is a bit out of focus.
Do you have a favorite spot on this planet?