During the two weeks in 2010 that we were in Waikīkī, on each Friday Dan and his friend Alika threw a picnic for us on the water’s edge of Magic Island so that we could watch the weekly fireworks show put on by the Hilton when it got dark. We had a picnic blanket, food in various containers, drinks and a few camp chairs to sit upon. Once everything was set up I looked around to see where Mom was. I was stunned to see her over on a park bench merrily chatting away with a Hawaiian mother with kids who came for the show, she and Mom going at it like fast friends.
Having lived in the monastery for so long I often find I need to get away from people and noise in order to think and make sense of things.
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