Easter 2013

“To a Christian, Easter Sunday means everything when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ”-Bernhard Langer

It was this time last year that I celebrated Easter in Maui. Here are some photo’s from those fun gatherings. This was also the last time I would be with my Maui family. It would be the end of hikes, parties, late night meals and talks. Happy Easter to my mainland and Maui friends.

A Broken Heart

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation”-Kahlil Gibran

Saying goodbye

Tears of a clown

Transition is a difficult thing. It commands so much of our bodies in many forms. It is physical, mental as well as emotional. In the past week and a half, I have dealt with the emotional. My days in Maui ended April 1st but the stories continue because I have so many yet to post.

I’m taking a moment to express my broken heart to the co-workers of both units that I worked at in Maui. Try as I may to push forward regarding my return to the mainland, my heart and soul is still there with you. Emptiness is a constant companion as well as a loss of the land. There are no west Maui mountains to view at six a.m. nor the city that lies at the base of the island.  I have my paddles for my outrigger canoe but no water to awaken my soul in the early hours of the day.

Blade of paddle

Blade of paddle

Most of all there is no you, my friends and co-workers. I miss the staff and the patients who welcomed me although slow at first, but with full hearts later. I miss the laughter, the jokes and working alongside each person in his or her role. I don’t have you to do my “Hey baby” shout-outs to as I enter the doors, nor the hugs and air kisses given before we went into full swing at work.

I miss the hikes with my crew and all the laughter that only the bad boys could muster up. My camera misses you also. No parties, birthday or otherwise to take. I know collectively there are over 3000 photos taken in several media cards and that is a modest count.

So, now you know. I still love you all and miss you like a junkie misses a fix. Aloha and Mahalo to each and every one of you.

Tears of Love (Part 1)

“Why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?”-Author Unknown

The gathering

Partying at Hard Rock

On 3/14/13, I said the first of many goodbyes to come. It involved my first family in Kahana, HI. My arrival to Maui in July produced high stress and a lack of sleep for several days. In fact, it took two months for my body to fully adjust to the five-hour time change. The job offered its own demands; a new computer system to learn, locating its physical address and the employees.

Fifteen years on the road developes not only a thick skin but a vulnerability to any and everything. My past encounter with Filipino workers wasn’t the most pleasant, so you can imagine how distraught I became when faced with the staff in Kahana unit. “Here we go again,” I thought. I prepared to be snubbed for the next three months. “Not a problem,” I concluded. “When it’s all over, I’ll just run, not walk to the airport to hurry back to the mainland.” What I did not expect was to be amazed.

An Open Door, A Welcoming Hand

friends

Aileen, Keithleen, Destine and Marivic

Day one in the unit gave insight to a joy I would experience to the end of my stay nine months later. As people, we have a tendency to feel each other out before revealing ourselves. It starts with watching and waiting for responses to our questions or actions. The silence finally broke when I blurted out some crazy comment that triggered laughter all around. It started something wonderful, releasing the tension that circled the room.

The team consists of Marivic, Keithleen, Franco, Destinie and Kristine (Domingo) who are fantastic at what they do. The pleasure I derive from my job is the knowledge that they are doing theirs. I could count on them to report patient stats when their stability was in question. Even the simple act of introducing me to the patients helped to relieve their anxiety of a new nurse in the unit.

This group became my first family through laughter, teamwork and kindness. Charge nurses, Aileen, Elvia, Christine (Gumpal) leant their expertise so that I understood protocols and important information to keep up the everyday workings of the unit. Shirley Beidleman, clinical manager, runs the unit with a keen eye, allowing  you enough space to become comfortable as you adapt to your duties. Thanks also goes out to the secretaries, Georgena and Gina for pointing me in the right direction regarding the constant paper trail that flowed everyday.

The Jam

Sadness was not allowed  as the group gathered at Hard Rock Cafe in Lahaina, HI. Platters of nachos for  appetizers along with wine, beer and sodas started the party. Later, our entrée’s kept us full and happy. Wonderful gifts of journals, pens (after all I am a writer), a tote bag and a photo album for all my treasured memories almost released the water works!

Food

Bring it on

We took to the stage and pretended to be rock stars as we played the drums, air guitars  or posed as back-up singers. At one point I posed as an out of control groupie while leaning across the five foot high speaker. As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end so we departed as one big family out of the restaurant. Of course we had to have one more ‘jump photo’ for te road.

So mahalo to my first family. My heart is full due to your love, kindness and much-needed laughter. With a kiss and a wave, I say goodbye to you all. Aloha.

“Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.”-Garrison Keillor