Three days in a row, sitting in the passenger's seat, I felt grief the whole way, and also later as we took our usual long walk along Kailua Beach. Grief, looming big in the middle of tropical sweetness. I wanted to explain it away, but couldn't. Being with, was the only option left.Walking back, pangs of morning hunger took over. All I could think of, were the bananas awaiting in the car.
Out the grief, in the small suffering of not yet satisfied craving for food.
PS - Clever mind got a real kick out of, Pali (cliff in Hawaiian) - Pali (the language of the Buddha's teachings) :)