The Reluctant One

The Reluctant One

I am a traveler—literally. I love traveling to foreign lands and truly being a stranger in a strange land. This has been a lifelong passion of mine and in my 54 years, I have logged thousands of miles, domestic and abroad, in between school, marriage, children and careers. What is it that drives this interest?

It might be genetic. My family tree is filled with wayfarers. My Native Hawaiian ancestors were renowned navigators, traveling the vast ocean highway of the Pacific to neighboring islands (“neighboring” meaning Hawaii to the Marquesas to Tahiti and beyond). I don’t paddle a canoe like them (their ability amazes me), but I do hop on an airplane quite well. I’m sure my ancestors would be pleased to know that I am perpetuating the family tradition of travel.

So what does this have to do with being reluctant?

As I have traveled the globe, I also have traveled through life on a spiritual journey. My inquisitive nature drives me and has rewarded me over and over again with rich experiences, lifelong friendships and a global perspective. I’m not sure if this would have been possible, in my case, remaining fixed in one place.

The knowledge and insights I have gained are priceless. So it is now time to tell those stories—but I find myself reluctant to do this. I’m not sure why. I must confess to you that my ancestors, my Kupuna, want me to share, even though I regard myself very much a student. I don’t have all the answers, but I certainly have lots of questions. The Hawaiian term, kuleana, can mean duty or obligation. But it also can mean the right or privilege. So reluctant or not, it is undoubtedly my kuleana to write these pages in the coming weeks and months.

Likely it is evident to you that I am very proud of my Hawaiian ancestry, but also know that I am also learning a lot about my other side of my family tree, which is Celtic. So when I speak of my ancestors, I mean all of them—past, present and future. More on that later.

As said before (and will repeat many times), the joy is not necessarily in the destination, but in the journey. I am happy and grateful that you have taken the time to read these words, and I invite you to walk with me as I recount life stories, reflections and experiences. I am hoping that our walk together on the Global Footpath will bring you your own insights, learning and joy.