Hawaii Life: A Perception of Disconnection

Next month on July 7th, I will have been living in Hawaii for 2 years. Of course I have learned much in 2 years, but I did not expect to learn so much about being disconnected from my previous existence.

I lived on an island before, it is located between Iowa and Illinois on the Mississippi River. Not very isolated for an island, but an island none the less. Apparently Hawaii is surrounded by more water than any other land mass on the planet. It is so isolated, that historians are still debating when the first people arrived and more importantly how. Do not get me wrong these crystal blue waters are amazing and much more appealing than the Muddy Mississippi. I have been pondering the trade-off between blue skies 365 days a year and a social connection.

Being as isolated as Hawaii is, almost everything is imported. (Yes, that does add to the cost of paradise, but compared to NOVA it’s not that big of a change.) Yet, I have not figured out how to import a social life. Not that my life in NOVA was a non-stop party, but I had a routine. My yoga studio, my Starbucks, my work, my family and an array of tasty foods to tantalize the palate. Being on an island limits the choices a person has. Yes, there is a yoga studio nearby and 2 Starbucks within a mile of my house near the best Chinese food on Oahu, Panda Express. Seriously, Panda Express, which helps to prove my point. There are comparable outlets on Oahu, but they are limited.

I have been moving most of my life and I know nothing is ever the same. I also know that life is what you make of it. While growing up as a Navy Brat, my mother sought out study groups based on a booked titled A Search for God. Those study groups provided a social network for me. The members touched my life forever in ways I cannot go into here. Based on these experiences I seek out study groups wherever I live.

Within a year of arriving, I sought out like-minded people. I met two A.R.E. (edgarcayce.org) members and located a church affiliated with the one I left in NOVA. The church is on the other side of the island, so it can take any where from 50 minutes to 75 minutes to get to. Needless to say, I do not get there are often as I would like. Although the A.R.E. is an international organization, Hawaii is so far removed from regular activities and the HQ based in Virginia Beach, that there is not a strong presence.

I tend to notice the disconnection the most when I travel. I always have to leave 1-2 days early just to arrive on time. When it is 12 p.m. in Washington D.C. it is either 6 a.m. or 7 a.m. in Hawaii (no DST). My friends on Facebook will begin to post on Thursday morning, when I have yet to go to bed Wednesday night. Even phone calls require coordination. If there were an edge to the globe, Hawaii would be it.

As previously mentioned this is paradise and it is not that bad. Being disconnected physically has allowed me to connect in other ways. I am in the fourth month of deepening a friendship through life coaching. Not something I would have done prior to my Hawaii Life. I use Facebook and FB Messenger to stay in touch with people. Even my latest venture, this blog, is another way I am learning to connect.

Connections and disconnections are neither bad or good. They are how we create and perceive them. Although I feel disconnected at times, perhaps I have never been more connected in my life.