and truly, when somebody from Johannesburg says lilikoi, I do not find it odd-at all-to ask them to repeat it, say, 11 times. There was something about the way he mentioned his fanciful creation of exotic lilikoi and banana pie with vegan crust, or something like that. To know Martha Stewart Maui is to know that MSM is an impeccable dresser-linen slacks, a dignified blue shirt-sleeved island shirt and Wall Street Yacht-esque loafers, although the term "loafers" seems off-putting. Noted it-with and eye roll, a wave of a hand and some deep sighs-somehow it felt Iīelieve we all came to this conclusion, however when Martha Stewart Maui And as we all sat there, I found it downright interesting that the stars had aligned in such a way, once again, that it brought four complete strangers together to discuss life, loss and new beginnings.Īpparently Maui had lured a gaggle of curious souls to her, lovingly of course, and would hold a space for these souls, watching them unspool into the persons they were meant to be. That particular topic opened up emotional doors and, I now recall, plenty a finger wave from Martha Stewart Maui-as if to make a point or six, mind you. We all spoke of twists of fate-Maui Bob and MSM had married late last year-chance encounters and that dreaded thing, which seemed to have brought so many of us to Maui: career burn-out. The conversation ventured into deeper waters. (The celebrated albeit befuddled author dearest reader, not her Princess Leia demeanor!) If I could pound stakes into dirt and bury a dead Myna bird during an ABBA serenade and break up a fornicating troika of gekkos and morph into a wannabe kahuna while blessing a newly-planted grove of olive trees I had been sent to Maui to oversee, then, well, at some point, I could co-manifest something like love and loving with another-a Maui Rob perhaps for. So, when Martha Stewart Maui mentioned his glorious wedding-in that distinctly unique South African accent of his-it triggered some reflection. which is what I had done to some degree in the past. now that "my husband and I" were taking separate vacations annually, I could not dismiss the slight pang of Something New emerging-the sharing of one's life with another rather than, say, nabbing another human being just for the sake of "relationship". and to one of the most fabulous men a groom-to-be could ever meet: Maui Bob, several years beyond MSM's fortsomething-hood.Īfter all, I had married myself 10 years ago-as a social experiment and not so much a narcissistic emotional carnival ride with flashlights shining on me for attention, thank you very much dear Rosemary (xoxoxo). oh, the baking, the cooking, the decorating, the shopping, the party planning and, dear God, whipping up-what was it?-his wedding in a less than a few weeks time. I must have asked what made him "Martha Stewart Maui" and immediately I was inundated with the list: solid relationship skills (both professionally and personally) and then. It was Yours Truly, my new soulful gal pal Rosemary, Maui Bob and his husband, Martha Stewart Maui. Well, the Main Course of Revelations truly unfolded during a post-dinner conversation on a nearby chaise lounge area. It was not as if I was going to inspect for dust, mind you, but I had lived a life as a prominent journalist, once, before The Universe tossed me onto a remote island in the middle of the Pacific-so that I could heal or something like that-and I just had to learn more. Martha Stewart Maui he was and in my mind, I had already pulled the long-sleeved white gloves all the way up to my Polish elbows. when a large group of locals had gathered for a plush dinner at the scenic Gannons, on Maui's luxurious southern side for an event supporting Maui Pride-but why bother repeating his real name now. Read it again and say it the proper way: vahhhhhse.) (And for God's sake, dearest reader, please do not draw out the letter A in vase. Well, this certainly was better than a freshly baked apple and crandowdy crumble-top dessert placed atop a stunning yet adventurous-and can I just say, slightly high-maintenance- Hosta Centerpiece with budding hydrangeas frolicking out of tree-trunk inspired vase. His was dining with his husband-Maui Bob. He had a South African accent-Johannesburg. But the him called himself Martha Stewart Maui. It was one of the very first things I heard out her mouth.
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