I found the Vortex on Maui. Liberally speaking there are a few spots on the globe where these vortex's reside. I knew of three. Sedona, Arizona. Lourdes France and Maui. Prior and during my lessons in grief, occasion brought me to Sedona, Az.. I met my brother at the tiny airport. I walked vibrating hills with my dad and mom and I found out a mommy died on Mothers Day, my boyfriends. I also flew in a topless plane like snoopy and giggled with gasping at the ground! Most importantly, or more collectively, I came upon a hummingbird that would nurture me to this day..my sister Linda in Heaven picked it out....so on I went. Looking for the others. France, Id been to certain parts and adored the land but the chance of getting back, well...slim to none. Maui, well....Maui....I found the vortex on Maui. Now I don't want to be hmmm whats that word.....grabby or greedy or clingy but Maui's mine. By this I mean wherever your feet take you on this globe, when your eyes are open a path pops up and my path popped up on Maui. On the back roads. On the gorgeous roads. On the scary roads. On the dangerous roads. On the soothing roads...breathaking roads. You get my point...it wasn't just the walking tho...the driving, the flying, the riding, the viewing, the cruising, the sailing, they all played a role. I've cruised fabulous roads in all kine condition. During storms and fires and fear. I've traveled those Maui roads with friends and lovers and parents. I slept alone in the dark, I've wandered this grove and that grave and I've melted on the beaches north east west and south. I found a hole in the sky. Way up high in the sky. It was raining and chilly and I had just emerged from the soft sweet book reading with Indians Chiefs my guides. The author, a bubbly ole bloke chanted and ranted about his curious life with such awe he pulled me in. He'd spent forty days and forty nights retracing Jesus's'  path. The one in the desert. He walked all over the earth visiting "Gods Chosen" asking them what made them happy. He was so captivating I would later introduce him to my sister and buy his book for all...he signed every one special. But I digress.... back to the parking lot! The parking lot! Is this where most transitions take place. Dark, black, scary and starry the sky was in between the wicked clouds that would soon become my calling friends and they were calling! There they were....peeking down from a Pukalani...a hole in the sky. There they were. calling me up...Indian music chanted. The graveyard call for playing. The Moon was nowhere to be found playing hide and seek with my new friends. There it was. Then the wind whooshed it away. There it was. Then gone again. Back again and all I could do was stare. Stare with tears of wonderment crisscrossing with the wiping window blade adding natural acoustic to the tune. The timing. The ouch of life, the tenderness oozed out of heaven and leaked down on Maui once again. It happens there that nature and now merge. It happens there a lot and tho I am too far to hear the winds call me higher any longer, I can close my eyes and know it all. This particular night I drove down the mountain slow. Purposely. I wanted to take every nuance in.  With my wheels back on the turf of my drive and under a whole new sky as Kihei is another world away from Makawa weather yet only miles in reality....I was the same yet different. This vortex pulls you in and whirls you around in a profound state leaving one lost in possibilities, From the coast, from my balcony Haleakala called me nightly. In good times and bad, thick times and thin, strong times and weak. Time teaches us what we need to know and time transmute during the minutes of your day so watch for it. Watch for this vortex that pulls your energy and allow it to elevate your soul.  From my yard, the tree of life, my Mango tree nurtured me and the hummingbird that hung there hangs here now....still the shore calls us all....................