Property is cheap on the lava side of the island (imagine that), investors have bought up much of the ocean front, refashioning the scarred land into swanky resorts, with lavish golf courses, upscale restaurants, and lush foliage. Although surrounded by miles of hardened lava fields it is attractive in a primal sort of way. According to a recent study by Steve Nelson, rather than being washed away by above-ground erosion, the mountains are more quickly breaking down on the inside. Sometimes I feel much the same.
He says, “Is impermanence a real word?”
“For about two seconds more, the recording shows the Marines’ weapons firing nonstop, the truck’s windshield exploding into shards of glass as their rounds take it apart and tore in to the body of the son-of-a-bitch who is trying to get past them to kill their brothers—American and Iraqi—bedded down in the barracks totally unaware of the fact that their lives at that moment depended entirely on two Marines standing their ground…With their feet spread shoulder width apart, they leaned into the danger, firing as fast as they could work their weapons. They had only one second left to live.” WSJ
what if, there isn’t enough time, to give her what she deserves, do you think, if i begged the sky hard enough, my mother’s soul would return to me as my daughter, so i can give her, the comfort she gave me, my whole life
We spent a week exploring the island. There are beaches so beautiful you are compelled to bow down, openly wail, and give thanks. Larry didn’t wail but he was bent. The rainy side of the island is formed by lush valleys, steep mountains, and breathtaking waterfalls. Creation is pretty damn amazing, I’m compelled to renew my vows to conservation, and stewardship. We enjoy a fresh brewed coffee at a charming farm just outside of Kona where the land is low and flat. There are signs posted everywhere about the threat of tsunamis. Makes me a little jumpy or maybe it’s the coffee?
As we enter the town of Kona I spy an open house and ask (okay, beg) Larry to pull over. He not the most cooperative type but he concedes to my wishes. It’s the island charm. The house is smack dab on the edge of the ocean, set high off the ground, a classic Hawaiian plantation. I already love it.
“Do you have your wallet?” I tease.
He doesn’t respond. The interior of the house is stunning, beautifully furnished, with appealing finishes like granite countertops, hardwood floors, and copper fixtures. We find out the young sales guy used to live in Clearlake! Small world, I consider it a sign, and eagerly request the asking price. It’s a big number. He tells us all about the property, how the current owner uses it as a rental, but is going through a nasty divorce, and has just lowered the price. I admit I’m intrigued by the idea of owning property in Hawaii, strictly as a business opportunity, but one I would have to check on frequently.
I whisper to Larry, “What do you think?”
He says with unnecessary emphasis, “Impermanence, as in shore line, disposable income, and “hot” rental market.”
I say, “I don’t think it’s a real word.”