On the Island | Aloha Calling - A Limited Life in O‘ahu

Aloha Calling - A Limited Life in O‘ahu is a personal blog series written by Maryland Artist and Photographer, Teresa Robertson. Gifted the opportunity to reside in O‘ahu with her family for 3 months, Teresa wanted to provide herself and others a way to not take this gift for granted and ensure that her experience was one to learn from, reflect on, and teach others. Through these words, she hopes to do just that.

Portrait of the evening sky on the west side of the island.

Portrait of the evening sky on the west side of the island.

Someone once said to me, ‘Ah, the battered soul of an Artist.’ I totally get that.

If you’ve read along with my previous posts, I was genuinely (not forcefully) looking forward to multiple things we’d return to in Maryland. We have long searched for a place we loved, found friends, appreciated culture, and could be proud to raise a family.

But this feels like home.

Our family, with it’s travels, doesn’t really ‘do’ vacations. Last time we were in Oahu, we never even had a ‘beach day’. Read that again. No pedi’s, no rental gear, no shopping sprees, no massages.

Hikes, public bus transportation, local grocery stores, and hideaways? Yes.

In my first 24 hours, I’m not sure what to do with these feelings. I know what I’m ‘supposed’ to do: relax, have fun, carpe diem; But I know the heartache of leaving people and places I love all too well and the instinct to dive right in to places and learn day to day life routines is too strong.

In addition to learning the heartbeat of the island, it is such a welcomed relief and sense of peace to feel like I am in a place with like minded people with similar values vs. going against the grain. Desire to protect this land, assume good intentions in others, honor their roots are pretty common themes and understandings.

Yesterday one of my favorite quotes was from an older gentleman who was educating us after snorkeling, ‘Ah! You saw Parrotfish - male and female. Interesting fact: If the dominant male Parrotfish dies, the dominant female will turn herself into a male within days. In order to protect the nature of breeding and ensuring the community survives, she will turn herself back into a female if no longer needed. None of them gets all up in arms about it. They don’t have political debates. They just let each other be and work together.’

Like I said: Home.



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