Within the first hour of arriving, as I gathered with other women on the green ocean-front lawn outside our hotel, the whales came to greet us...up close and very personal.
 
That evening, tears streamed down my face as my co-facilitators and I, dressed in kihei (Hawaiian sarongs) stood on the beach of a small bay at sunset and were welcomed with ceremonial blessings, chanting, singing and great love.
 
Later, in our first circle, I learned that in the group of nine other facilitators-to-be, one was from Upstate New York (where both of my parents were from); another from Portland (where all of my children and grandchildren reside); another from Boise (where my mother, siblings and nephews and nieces live); and another, my roommate for the week, from Cleveland, Ohio where my life began.
 
Then I awoke on my first-ever morning in Maui, Hawaii. And in that space between waking consciousness and opening my eyes, I saw my own face. It was a clear screenshot, flashing behind my eyelids and then vanishing.
 
"We'll see" ...the words came back to me. It hadn't yet been twenty-four hours and yes, I did see. I was called to Maui and to the conscious community of peaceful women who are gathering there. To my soul, it already felt like home.