Peace and Tranquility

Last week I had the opportunity to get away from the city for a bit. We drove from Texas through Oklahoma and Missouri all the way to the small, tiny town of Storm Lake, Iowa to visit some family. I was able to finally meet my mom's sister who was adopted to another family when she was younger. She is loud, boisterous, and loves to sing. Truly a Micronesian. She was pretty funny and I loved her son, my cousin, James who looks more Samoan or Hawaiian than Pohnpeian. He's a trip and hates it there in that poh-dunk town; but I loved it! I loved the crisp air, the greenery, the sun mixed with plenty of shade from tall, billowing trees. I loved the puffy, pristine white clouds and the slow, soft breezes. Yes, I was warned it's harsh in the winter but how lovely the spring and summer months! I would bear a harsh, unkind winter for a few months of a spring and summer of lazy afternoons, basking out in the sun without any worries of being utterly, and devastatingly scorched by a sizzling sun. And the thing I fell in love with most!!! WRAP AROUND PORCHES. To be able to walk the length of your home and have full vantage of your street from all angles. And to be able to just lounge around on the porch, with the cool air sweeping in under your roof, and just be lazy and read the day away languorously; ah, such is bliss.

We visited the lake and made the rounds downtown and drove through the little neighborhoods, gazing at their quaint little houses that were surrounded by lush, green, trees. Wednesday we all gathered at a park by the lake and barbecued fish, chicken, and beef. Mom and Aunty made rice, pasta salads, cucumber salad, sashimi, dyden-woos (fried banana donuts), rhotemah (baked tapioca and banana pudding), potato salad, and bread. It was a feast. After the first round, the kids dispersed. Some going to the playground. Some laying on a mat out in the soft grass (and that grass was soft like carpet, I tell ya!). Some headed to the volleyball net. I joined Isaac at the merry go round and swings. It was a treat to be a kid with my kid. I jumped on that merry go round and spun the kids to their hearts desires. And we swung until our heads were dizzy and giddy with joy, jumping off like little daredevils. Then when it was clear he was getting tired of the playground, we took a walk on the little nature trail and ended up on the dock. And we had the most precious    kodak moment! I lifted him up on one of the rails and stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his little waist and we watched as seagulls and cranes flew in and out of the water. It was a quiet, tender moment and we watched silently in awe for a minute or so. Then lil man turned his head to me ever so slowly and with deliberateness, he wrapped one arm around my neck and said in a low, sweet, endearing voice, "I love you, mommy. This lake is gorgeous." Gorgeous pronounced goh-jess. And then he threw a rock into the lake and yelped until the birds flew far away. Priceless indeed.

After the dock, we joined my cousins and sister at the sand volleyball net and this old gal here whipped out her mean, tenacious serve. I can't spike worth a damn but let me serve and I'll take a man out! It was fun to skid across the scan diving for the ball. We played some dummy games just for fun, then we teamed up. Girls against boys. Women against whiny babies. And who do you think won?? THE LADIES, DUH!! Yakana girls is in the hizzouse! Then we threw the football around, and after a brief brawl, we skipped rocks on the lake.

I was sad to leave the little town lifestyle. At this point, I'm considering moving to a little town like Storm Lake to raise Isaac. But we will see. I want to do what is best for him and he enjoyed it so much. I have to pray about it and make sure it's the best for him and not just because I had such a relaxing time. Of course, it'll be different once we live there and actually have to survive a bitter winter; but I'm feeling it might be worth it. But for now, I'll just have to say it was a pleasant, enlightening visit and trip. And at the least, I hope to vacation there again someday just to enjoy some of the peace and tranquility I felt there this past week.

Namiki

She ran with all her might, flying past the village and into the depths of the jungle. Her breathe raced as her heart pounded inside her chest. They knew. They had found out somehow. It was only a matter of time and the chief would want her dead soon enough. It would be her life or Namiki. The thought of her name quickened her pace and her lungs burned as her feet pounded on the uneven earth, carrying her through the muddy, overgrown mangroves. She raced past tall, thick coconut trees. Her eyes darted from one tree to the next, wary of spies although by now they may have already discovered Namiki in her hiding place. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of that possibility and the things they would do to her. NO, her mind exploded and she ran even faster. She closed off her mind to her worries and concentrated on conjuring up some energy from her surroundings, chanting breathlessly as she continued to sweep across the jungle. As she chanted, her body slowly became lighter and she felt her pace widen, covering more distance with each stride. The burning dulled and her lungs expanded. The power surged through her and the jungle became a blur as her body whirled across a narrow strip of land and up a tall hill. She ceased her chanting and came to an abrupt stop behind a hibiscus bush that stood in front of a row of coconut trees. She dropped to her knees, crawling behind the bush, positioning herself on one side and listened, keeping her eye on the tallest tree.

MORE TO COME...I HAVE MORE MORE MORE. SO LITTLE TIME TO POST THOUGH.

Isaac

I spent some time with a sick lil man today. And at one point, he took a nap (thank heavens!). And I did the creeper mom thing and stared at my precious baby, sleeping so soundly, monitoring his breathing, and it hit me how grown he is today. So I got out baby pictures which is a tendency of mine these days. Looking through his pictures, took me down memory lane. I remember the moment I held him and just what a difference he made at that very moment in my heart. Like this kind of love....its just AMAZING. He consumes my mind; he has me wrapped around his little finger. Every accomplishment, every milestone he's come to....all the growth and progress makes my heart shudder. It truly is magical. I teared up a little, looking at Isaac as he slept. That boy is growing up fast. Such a bittersweet fact to realize. I'm proud in every way but at the same time, it kind of tears me up inside to watch his baby fat fade away as he stretches into a young boy. I have a great, abundant appreciation for life because of him due to all the difficulties I faced trying to bring him into this world. All the heartache in my life, and God chose to bless my heart with this fascinating being. Of all the kinds of love I've experienced in this life, this love I feel from my boy...is by far the closest to pure love. I know that it'll shift and change a little as he gets older, but today, I let myself bask in his warm little hugs, and indulged in his little kisses. My little man. My baby boy. My heart of hearts. My joy. 

I don't know. I'm just feeling grateful today for many things but mostly, Isaac Anthony Coy. I believe he was hand picked for me, and it reassures me that my Father in Heaven really understands me personally, knows me deeper than I realize. If ever in my life I've been accused of being heartless and cold, Isaac melted a lot of that away. And I want to become better, reach higher, become more so that he, too, can be proud of the fact that I was chosen to be his mother. In short, I love my son and because I know God blessed me way more than I deserve with this soul, my love for God is strengthened.