The figure standing on that rock in this picture was a little boy dancing. He would fling his arms wide to the beauty all around him while his mom was taking videos of his joy. He reminds me of James. I miss his banter, imagination and truthfulness. He tried so hard to make sense of it all and he was a lover of women and joy. I miss his mind.
I wonder where he is now. His strong spirit must surely have survived and is dancing in the wind of the cosmos. A soul like that has to stay together and visit us. Maybe because I am writing this he is hovering near here in Hawaii. He would have loved the beauty here altho, like me, he probably would find a safe haven and hunker down. He knew how to nest.
Online communications are important. I will be deleting Art's comments with a heavy heart. James loved words and banter. I am not going to keep comments in my feed that hurt my heart. I want to see the world the way I want it to be and I try to keep some sort of order here because this little blog is my home. James had a better heart that I do. I miss him.