A New Year Begins

And I still walk the shorelines of HILO

a wandering minstrel

mostly silent now

but sending thousands of words

picture by picture

 This is Hilo Bay in the early days of the New Year.. the undersea railroad, the singing bridge, and the ship comes in on new year’s day.

A bridge to a place you have never imagined..

A bay on an island that’s blessed by the gods..

There’s nothing to say yet i fill in the spaces

With whatever occurs to my mind at the time..

Even though it may seem odd

I turn it all over to the greatest good

I give it all back to the spirit of God

a thousand words, in the beginning were one

the beginning was a Word

& i press on with my belief in the journey down the stream of

conciousness

as my only anchor & my beaming lighthouse