boozed out babe

i receive my first ever kayak invitation, get over the jittery, say yes, put on as little as possible and plenty of sun lotion.

and yet there is this tiny little voice within murmuring periodically, no, no.

i thought, is this the residual tendency of fear to dive into the unknown? or the prescience of the inner self?

indeed, this is the lifelong wrestle of a serious seeker.

fortunately, for this one, it doesn't take long to find out. and....drum roll please...hwubby and i walk into a surprise beachfront celebration at the golden hour.

so there we are, munching yummy dips and cheeses against the backdrop of the pastel blues and pinks of the sky dome, emerald waters and milky sand.

every breath i take is infused with the scent of the fresh flower necklace cloaking my shoulders. together, the creamy tuberose and orange iiima send intoxication everywhere in me.

before i know it i'm saying yes everytime remos, our gracious and generous host, offers the spanish wine my way.

meanwhile petra, our hostess, keeps bringing out goodies from the kitchen...and so i eat and drink and laugh and eat and drink...until hwubby turns to me and goes, o, you are a fire engine.

i couldn't stop giggling.

moments later i hear the tiny whisper of the inner self, you are one step from passing out.

what should i do? tell hwubby.

so i tell hwubby right away and hwubby arranges me to lie down.

i watch him blowing the candle as my whole being swirls like a dervish under the skin.

such a fantastic celebration and, says julianne, the one who cooks up this delightful surprise, here we don't even have to think about what to wear to a party.

and now i'm blogging wearing layers of chiffon made of balmy morning breeze. hail to hawai'i.