Coming from a frugal family and being that money was tight, my Grandma never bought me a 64 pack of crayola crayons, I only always got the 8 pk or a couple of times I remember getting a 16 pk.

In the 8 pk I remember there was blue, red, black, purple, and green. I can’t remember the other colors, but today the green is important.

I would imagine that Crayola has gotten many kinds of greens today, blue green, yellow green, etc.

I wonder how many colors of green there are?

Today I stopped, for some unknown reason, from my web surfing, and without removing my eyeglasses, I laid on the bed sideways and looked outside my window.

About 30 feet, maybe, outside my window are some trees, maybe I should say bushes, cos they are not real tall or bushy, they are just some kind of green shrubbery. Standing, I would say, maybe 10-20 ft high, I stared aimlessly at the trees.

I am not sure what it was that fascinated me about these trees, but I couldn’t stop staring at them. A small bird joined me in my gaze as he perched himself on the gutter of the house. He seemed to be as intrigued as I, and who knows the reason?

After staring for quite a while, and hypnotized by the simple beauty of a tree, I realized just how many greens there must be.

After all from my small window I could see many different shades of green. There was dark green, light green, forest green, yellow green, pale green, olive green, “money” green, avacado green, and just plain green! There seems to be as many greens as there are ways to cook shrimp, according to Bubba in “Forest Gump”.

The cluster of green was not alone, as to the right of them were some kind of red berries, although they looked a bit out of place and looked so fragile next to the mighty colors of green, they stood proud, with their “red” shining brightly in the sun.

Towards the bottom of the trees and centered amongst them were some straight, tall yellow small flowers.

The stems were like mini trees, and the flowers were like groups of pin heads, but their color was the color of sunshine.

So brightly standing in front of the green, as if to say, “Look at me, I am hanging with the big guys”!!!
As a gentle breeze came, the greens and the reds, seemed to wave a sincere “Aloha”, while the yellows knew they could withstand even the strongest winds, and seemed to enjoy their powertrip against the trees.

Hawaii is probably the best place for a person to be.

The scenery is spectacular and I believe there is a spiritual connection between Heaven and the Big Island of Hawaii.

Going to the beach was such a relaxing, spiritual thing for me, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks make you know that there is something greater than you and I.

Being in the sand always made me feel “grounded”  to where I was to be, and the smell of the Island, was a smell only God could create.  Perhaps this is why so many people go there for spiritual guidance and spiritual awakening as well.

Almost every day I would go to the beach after work and on my days off.

I would eat breakfast or lunch at the beach, shower at the beach, walk on the beach and sleep on the beach. I met many an interesting people at the beach.

People that had lived there for years, some homeless, some wealthy and some like me had come there to find themselves and enjoy life the way God meant for them to.

I have never been a petite person as in my best days I was a size 12, which that changed frequently, so I never really looked great in a bathing suit, but that was another beautiful thing about Hawaii, you don’t have to look great to be accepted there.

I always thought that you would have to look great in Hawaii so you didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, after all, the girls in the Elvis movies were always a perfect “10”.

I could not have been more wrong about anything, like I was about this.

I soon found out that in Hawaii, the person next to you on the beach, although they looked homeless, could very well be the president of some multi-million dollar corporation.

My favorite bathing suit was a red and white polka dot bikini that I bought to try to over come my fear of others thoughts about my not so perfect size 14.

The first time I wore it, I thought this isn’t so bad, after all there were many others there that didn’t look as good as my size 14 and they were having a great time just being in paradise.

It didn’t take me long at all to adapt to the island way of thinking, as this is how I have always thought, but my thoughts were smothered by the mainland way of thinking.

It doesn’t matter what you look like or where you come from, the point is we are all in paradise, in Gods world and he only cares about what is inside, the spirit, not the clothes.

Within months of being on the Big Island, I had visited many of the beaches that Hawaii had to offer, including my introduction to a nude beach.

I had never been to a nude beach, although I had thought of visiting a nudist colony many times in my life, but I never followed through on my curiosity of what went on in one of those places.

I don’t know if the nude beach I went to in Hawaii is like the ones on the mainland, I really don’t think it is, but if it is, I have missed out on a wonderful experience many times in my life.

The beach was a small beach about 30 miles from Kona near Waikaloa.

It was hidden very well and you almost had to know how to get there or you would never find it.

After you parked your car, you still had a 10 minute walk to get there, but it was worth the time and effort.

There never were a lot of people there, however there were people form all walks of life. There were fat ones, skinny ones, black one, white ones, homosexuals and straight people all of Gods Children in paradise!

I have to admit the first time I went, it was only natural to “look” at the people, but very soon, I realized that no one was looking at me.

I learned that the people were not there to check out anyone, it was all about being in a natural state with the beauty and the spirit of the beach.

I met many people there, some that I liked and some that I could live without, but all the same never had any negative experiences there.

Being that I am not a swimmer, I would tan on the beach and often sit in the tide pools to cool off.

Tide pools became one of my favorite places to be, a place where I could feel the sand, the sun, the cool breezes and the energy of the ocean all at one time.

It is a great feeling to feel so much power coming at you from all directions.

They say the ocean has healing powers and I believe that.

There were many times that I would go sit in the ocean to pray, to meditate, and to think things through, always to feel better when I would return home.

On one particular day, I was at the beach and a friend of mine, John came to the beach as well.

John was a married guy about 6’5” and maybe about 300 lbs.

John was a very spiritual person that I spent a lot of time talking to you on the beach while I was tanning, healing or just relaxing.

It was always good to see John, always greeting each other with a hug and an Aloha kiss.

As John and I sat discussing the world and Hawaii, in particular, the sun started to fade and we realized that it had become cloudy, something you don’t see a lot of in Hawaii.

John suggested that we leave as it was going to rain and everyone else had gone.

Why were they afraid of rain?

Did they not think that God would protect them from any harm?

Did they really think something terrible could happen to them in paradise?

I decided to stay and so did John, as I got up to walk around to check out the clouds that were approaching rapidly, it began to rain!

There was no thunder or lightning, just pure, clean rain!

As the rain began to wash the sand off of my naked body, I began to experience the best dance of my life.

Suddenly I felt as though I was 5 years old again, as the excitement of the rain in paradise quickly aroused me, causing me to dance, dance, dance!

I ran, I jumped, I twirled around and around and around.

It was the best feeling I had ever felt in my life, it was as if the heavens had opened up and the rain was a spiritual fulfilling that I had longed for.

The rain didn’t last long, only about 15 minutes, but I had never danced as I had danced that day.

After the rain stopped I came back to reality and realized that John had decided to take cover under a tree and was being entertained by my movements, after ward he had told me that he saw something very special in my movements and that he had completely enjoyed the spiritual movement that he had just witnesses.

I don’t know what John thought about that day really, all I know is that of all the years I have danced and all the songs I had danced, there is nothing better than dancing in the rain, in the nude in Hawaii!

Although I visited the beach weekly after that, I never had another experience like that one. I can only hope that one day the spirit will fall upon me again in another way.

The next time it rains,it may be a sign form God that you need a fulfillment also and all you have to do is open up and “Buy the Ticket”.