My husband is at work, and my angel is still knocked out. I just woke up from a dream where I was back home at Sacred Falls, which has been closed for years because of that tragic incident, but it felt so real. So, my mind has been wandering to Sacred Falls today. I can still feel the cool mist on my face and hear the water crashing into the pool below. That green canyon, the towering cliffs, and the waterfall itself, my spirit is there at home, ko’u home momona.
I remember hiking up the trail, the air thick with the scent of wet leaves and tropical plants, feeling small yet completely alive in that moment. The sunlight danced off the water in the most amazing way, and I just wanted to freeze time and stay there forever.
Even now, as I sit here writing this, I wish I could go back. Although I never appreciated the beauty of it when it was my HOME, I miss that place, that peace, that wonder, that feeling of being fully present. I want to stand there again, soak it all in, and let that magic flow through me.
Sacred Falls, I miss you, a memory I hold close, and I really hope I can see you again someday…