The very essence of this home is magic. Meticulous gathering of ingredients (dominos, Hawaiian history books nooked into the bookcase of clever dreams, picnic backpacks for adventures to craters and crests of lava over drops and plains of landscapes dancing off counter realities of what a lava flow could have taken from this world. An escape for some. A risky vacation for others. I remember mom warning not to stay near the lava flow - even though they were becoming toddlers two years of age. I didn't tell her where I was stayimgbecause I knew she would worry. It would be fine because this place was magic.
Two years since the flows and they where still steaming under January rains. I knew it was okay- I could stay near the flows because this house was magic. It was safe. You dont believe in magic? A patio pergola ensconced in swinging chairs. A stone labyrinth maze to walk and wonder at the fauna protecting you. These are evidence of wondrous magic- just like milky white soft linens to sink into after a day of chasing and walking over brittle brutal beast blasting remains of the lava trees and sharp shape shifting lava barricading all around you. This place is a vortex. It was where I was meant to come. It was a harbor I will remember I needed on my year turning to 30. It was fully stocked and had ample toilet paper.