Cold in Hawaii

Well here I am in my yurt in Hawaii at six a.m., and I’m freez­ing my butt off. It’s prob­a­bly around sixty degrees out, but it seems colder. Liv­ing here, the blood becomes thin­ner as one gets used to tem­per­a­tures in the upper 70s to low 80s dur­ing the day. I’ve been up since five. I usu­ally dress warm and just tough it out, but this morn­ing I decided to try a packet of instant cof­fee and Asian mush­room that is sup­posed to be bet­ter than gin­seng. A min­is­ter friend of mine in Michi­gan sent me some sam­ples. She’s sell­ing it on the inter­net. It warmed me up a bit an gave me a buzz at least. I’m still wait­ing for sun­rise and a good hot breakfast.

The yurt has four large screened win­dows which we keep open all the time. There are clear vinyl win­dows, but they’re too much has­sle to put on and off. We’re going to get heavy win­dow cov­er­ings, but haven’t yet. Also, we con­sider get­ting a wood or gas stove. We live at 1,000 feet ele­va­tion and there is high humid­ity, so the cold goes deep. It reminds me of win­ter in Vrind­a­ban, only there it got down into the for­ties at least. It’s also sim­i­lar to San Fran­cisco Bay area weather.

We just love liv­ing here in our yurt in spite of what­ever incon­ve­niences there may be. It’s all worth it to live in par­adise and the sim­ple liv­ing is con­ducive to our spir­i­tual progress. This is why we moved here. Our vision is cer­tainly man­i­fest­ing very nicely.


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