As I begin this account of our extraordinary time in Hawaii it is now January of 2008. Our 10 days spent on the Big Island and Kauai in 2004 marked the culmination of our three month Journey to Sacred Sites that spanned the globe. Rather than an ending, the Journey actually created in us a thirst to see even more of the world’s special, powerful and most and revered places. We have since had the joyful opportunity to travel the world to many more Sacred Sites, where we have been blessed to continue our Water Healing Rituals.
Our initial experiences in Hawaii so impressed and pleased us, and our dolphin encounters were so magical and thrilling that we are soon to go back for the fifth time. I realize that it is time to finish this chronicle of our three month trip now because I am ready to fully integrate many aspects of the energies and initiations that blessed me during our Journey. All roads have led to healing “allways”. It has been an amazing, Spirit-filled miracle, and our last day in Kauai was so astounding that it still causes me to wonder if it really happened, and, if so, to question what dimension were we in!
We arrived in Kona from Australia after a harrowing ordeal that spanned nearly a day. Lost luggage, disabled aircraft, redirected flights and missed connections did not deter our enthusiasm, however, for our first chance to experience close encounters with wild dolphins. Our travails were instantly rewarded in one brief moment as we caught our first glimpse of the islands from the sky and were blessed to see a huge whale spout below us! A glorious rainbow arched above the deep blue white caps far beneath us. We landed in Honolulu with a sense of wonder and awakening, and then took our last flight of the day, our connecting flight to the Big Isle. We wearily arrived at our lodging very late at night; and crept into our bedroom at the home of Sheoli, the owner of a spirit-based Dolphin Retreat business.
After a good nights sleep, we were open to the adventure of our day. The Big Island welcomed us with aloha and graciousness. It seemed that every square inch of the Island sprouted with abundant life; there were fragrant flowers and tropical birds and trees that dripped with fruit in all directions, save for the scattered black and barren areas that were blanketed with the Isle's newest lava. We eagerly went to “Two Step Bay” to have some snorkel practice. Two Step is the local’s name for Hounaunau Bay, and it is also known as the Place of Refuge. In ancient times, accused criminals in Hawaii came to this location to escape death. And from what I have read of Hawaii’s history, it didn’t take much to make you a criminal! Many seemingly arbitrary taboos existed, and the only hope for an accused person was to flee to a place of refuge to be purified by a Kahuna. Many islanders were absolved and thereby escaped execution at such sites. A park exists on the sacred shore today.
HAWAII: CONFIDENT DIVER DAN
The most common entry point into the water at the bay is by two natural lava steps that give the site its name. The preferred technique is to sit on the lowest step and slide into the water as it swells up above your waist with the ocean’s currents. The most difficult thing for me was maneuvering to the steps without my glasses over rough lava with my snorkel gear in my hand. Tiny holes in the lava provide a home for even tinier sea urchins, and one has to keep one’s hands flat on the surface of the steps to avoid getting stung. They left me a bit worried as I sat on them to put on my mask and fins, and I did actually feel the slightest sting right through my suit on my cheeks. Although I am a very confident swimmer, I felt very nervous during this endeavor. It felt quite awkward, but I made it in eventually.
The water at Two Step Bay was cold enough to take my breath away. I entered it rather quickly in time to one of the surges of water up the steps, though my usual way to get into cold water is one toe at a time. I made the mistake of getting in with my snorkel in my mouth, so I was unable to breathe at first as my breath was quite shallow and very rapid. I was more panting than breathing. I felt paralyzed: I couldn’t move in the water for the first few minutes and barely tred water well enough to stay afloat. It was very unnerving. As my breathing finally normalized I regained my composure and started to relax a bit. My initial incompetence in the water, in light of my history as an avid swimmer if only occasional snorkeler, was a bit shocking.
Dan had never snorkeled before but took to it immediately. His small body has little natural insulation like some of us have, so he cannot be in chilly water for long. He wore a full wet suit and managed well with it. I only had a thin beach shirt to protect me from the water’s coolness, and I prefer really warm water when I swim. Once my body finally adjusted to the water temperature and my comfort increased I looked through my mask and again felt my breath catch. This time the impetus for my shallow breathing was not fear, but my total awe at the variety of underwater creatures that were literally everywhere that my eye could see. I instantly connected to the abundant and beautifully colored sea life that swarmed around us. I was home. next page>>