May we never forget that the basics work.
That's why they are the basics. .
They are tried and true.
They are the foundation.
They are often times not flashy or sexy.
But ... they work, when and only when we work.
That's the trick.
Took this on the Cliff Walk because I thought the yellow moss on the rocks was super fascinating. Although, after some research I learned that it's not in fact moss, but rather An organism called Lichens. For those who don't know lichens are a very different type of creature, called a composite organism. Not just a plant, lichens are actually a single entity created from a joining of algae and fungus. They also grow in some of the most extreme environmental conditions. Furthermore, what is the most interesting part is that lichens can grow and live inside of rocks by working its way through the grains. Overtime they contribute to a process called weathering which will turn these rocks structures into soil. (Info from Wikipedia and knowledgenuts)
"When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, than that of a young man. Being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphoses. She rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. The young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will make her impulses only the more passionate. Empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain All." –Simone de Beauvoir, The second sex.
Within 24 hours of being back to my childhood home in Maine, I'm back out on an island 😂 I guess Hawai'i has made an island man out of me! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Stoked to be back on the east coast for a month or 🤔two 👌🏼 ✈️ ⚓️