Dodging mud puddles

As I write this, we are enjoying a very rare “Kona storm” a phrase coined by the old-timers to describe a heavy, consistent rain that approaches from the south (towards Kona) only occasionally and brings with it heavy rain that dances on the tin roof. It’s a delicious sound, this rare rain on the tin roof, and it is a sound that those of us who are lucky enough to have grown up in Hawaii have a true appreciation for.

My furry companion however has NO appreciation for this wonderful rain, in fact, we spent the better part of our walk this afternoon dodging mud puddles. 

She would do everything she could to avoid the mud puddles, at one point paying no heed to the ambulance blaring its siren as it drove by, or the out-of-town driver who was lost. Nope, she just wanted to avoid that mud puddle at all costs. 

Life has been that way lately. I have been focusing on the obstacles, the worst-case scenarios that “might” happen, the bad outcome that “could” happen, so much so, that my attention, (like my sweet puppy) zeroes in on the one thing I want to avoid most instead of the beauty of the rain, the smiles from strangers on the street and the warm bath in the kitchen sink (for one of us), that awaits.

Maybe you too have been doing your best to avoid a mud puddle. My advice? Look up, look around. take in a smile from a stranger, and if you end up a little muddy because you stepped in the mud puddle anyway? Well, that’s nothing a  warm bath in the kitchen sink can’t cure 😉

Happy trails…