Coffee in Kauai From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Thanks so much for joining me today for some more Kauai moments and memories. Grab your coffee and come on in. We are still at the beach having lunch after two strenuous hikes!

While we were eating our lunch, a local island guy came and sat down at the table next to us. In eight years of marriage, George still surprises me. He walked over to the guy and talked with him for several minutes. He came back to our table and grabbed a beer out of the ice chest and returned to him. Laughter caused us to keep looking in his direction. George was walking back towards us and he rewarded us with his appreciation as he held up the beer in our direction. “Cheers.” Well, at least that’s a universal thing, huh!

another Kauai sunrise

Apparently George had gotten a little history lesson from the local island guy and he shared with us what he had learned. These waters were the waters traveled by many to the lone pier for the exportation of sugar when Kauai used to grow and sell sugar. Remember those C&H Sugar commercials with the Hawaiians? Anyway, that ceased in approximately 1991, and so did a lot of activity at this beach. I still don’t know exactly why the water is so brown, but anyway, we finished lunch, and as we sat there, comfortable in the quite, we now understood that we are at a beach that had a different feel than those we’ve visited so far because of its history. We turned our attention to the dilapidated pier off in the distance with a couple of local fishermen at the end of it and one or two on each side of it.

The Pier, and is that really Kauai water?

What we saw next kept us in sort of a sad silence for several minutes: a girl, probably late teens, early 20s, pushing someone in a wheelchair toward the peer. As they approached the pier, the pusher hunkered down on the wheelchair to push it up the small incline and onto the pier ever so slowly. She was obviously laboring much and moving little because the one she was pushing suffered from gross obesity; there was so much flesh I literally could not tell if it was a man or a woman. My heart filled with frustration and compassion all at the same time, only possible when you look through the lens of a spiritual perspective.

fisherwoman

We all watched in silence. When the girl pushing the person in the wheelchair made it up on the pier, she stood somewhat straighter and pushed ahead to the end of the pier. Cheryl broke the silence. “I think it’s a woman.” Rodney agreed; I stayed silent in my uncertainty. We all watched as the girl who had pushed her pulled a homemade fishing pole out of wherever it had been on the wheelchair and put it to her left. She walked to where a couple of others were and picked out what she was looking for and took it over to the person who was now preparing the fishing pole for fishing.

Suddenly, I wanted to talk to that person in the wheelchair. I wanted to connect and know more about her, or him. As if reading my mind, Rodney asked if we wanted to take a walk to the pier.

I stood up, as far as I could that is, and began to make my way over there ever so carefully because by now, my back was really out and I was hunched over looking like I should be in a wheelchair!

I’d better let you go for now. I hope you have a memorable Labor Day that blesses our freedom that others are still fighting for.

Join me tomorrow for a special invitation, and Wednesday will be our monthly WOW, words of wisdom, and/or weapons of warfare. We will resume on Thursday with more Kauai Memories.

Humbly,

Evinda

 

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