I was on a plane from South Carolina to Atlanta several years ago, sitting next to a gentleman in his mid sixties who worked for a defense contractor. He and I got to talking and he told me a story about the passing of his wife. When she passed, he said, he went to Hawaii to be healed. It touched me because Hawaii has healed me too.
There is something about the light, the song of the birds, the shape of the clouds that make me feel small in the scope of things but important nonetheless. It is the place I retreat to when I want to remember what is important, what is timeless, and what really matters in this life.