In August of 1985, I rented my first home on the island of Maui. As we drove down a bumpy dirt road toward the stunning blue Pacific, I was struck by a sign that said Door of Faith Church. Energy tingled through my entire body as I realized I was opening that door, the door of faith, on this magical island thousands of miles from the US mainland.

Just last week I received the final payment from the sale of the beautiful ocean-view temple home and property I developed and built in 1987 on Door of Faith Road. It has been ten years since I said Aloha to my precious home with its 50 coconut palms on three acres. I truly gave birth to a vision of living on a luscious tropical island in paradise.

I taught many, many workshops at Hale Akua Garden Farm Retreat Center near my home on Door of Faith Road… the last one over a decade ago. I’m ready for completion and closure with the Door of Faith, so I am returning to Hale Akua one last time to bring it all full circle with a women’s sexual awakening and healing retreat next April. This will be my final scheduled workshop as I’ll be moving to Central America shortly after this retreat.

Hale Akua means House of the Divine. It’s no mistake that so many lives have been transformed here, where the tropical trade winds blow away that which no longer serves you and the energies of Mama Maui infuse you with love, joy, beauty, pleasure, and truth. It’s the ultimate blessing, to live for a week in the perfection of nature… warm, moist, and nurturing to the very core of your soul. In this place, I have witnessed more miracles than I can recount.

To this day, I still hear from students who participated in one of the many weeklong retreats I had the privilege of teaching at Hale Akua. Were you one of them? I would love to hear about your Hale Akua experience in the comments below.

Aloha… it means hello, goodbye, and I love you.

Aloha, Caroline

PS. Please, my darling… please do not let this opportunity pass you by. It may very well be the last time I travel back to Maui to sit in sadhana with you and share my wisdom. There’s a super early-bird rate available through the end of October.

 

By Caroline Muir

broken glassThe Divine works in ways I will never understand, but the following true account made me a believer forevermore.

The plush carpeting in my home stopped at the entry to the dining room where the floor had been redone and covered with cream marble tiles that my friends acquired in a “great deal” and shipped to Maui from Bali. It created a kitchen and dining room floor one could nearly see herself in as the stone was polished to a clear shine.

During an event in my home, the forty-two inch round glass coffee table was moved out of the living room and placed safely between the dining table and the sliding glass doors that had a great view of the Pacific Ocean.

The carved wooden sea horses that supported the glass top were perched in their familiar grouping along with couches and chairs that lined the perimeter of the grand living room, minus their glass top.

After the event ended, my friends offered to move the furniture back and I tiredly commented, “Let’s do it in the morning!” Off they went in the tropical night air while I felt the delicious emptiness of the house once the thirty-eight guests happily strolled or drove home from the lovely Puja ceremony. Slipping into a soft cotton night-gown, I strolled through the dining room to close the sliding glass doors from the ever-present trade winds, feeling the cool marble under foot. Somehow, I lost my balance and fell backwards, unable to stop my descent directly down into the center of the low glass  table.

The crash of breaking glass resounded throughout the night. I found myself tightly nestled within shards of sharply pointed glass, instantly realizing that any move on my part to escape any deep and dangerous cuts meant that I must freeze into stillness. And so I did. Gazing around at the impossible situation I found myself in, I yelled many “Help” cries into the silent night. Soon I realized that I was trapped in what appeared to be crystals of lethal beauty.

Now was the time to go deep inside. My panicked heavy breathing would do me no good. No one was near and no one would hear my cries. I closed my eyes. I spoke with God/Goddess and handed my situation over to All- That-Is. Years of meditation practice served me well, as I was able to empty my mind of the helpless fear that could have consumed me and for some moments… did.

It seemed as though I slept, so deep was my stillness. I definitely went unconscious and left my body in its trapped ocean of terminal beauty.

And then what happened, you may ask?

Perhaps a full hour passed. My next conscious moment was finding myself standing upright on the carpeted floor, a good six feet from my glass cocoon. I felt my skin, looked around at the darkened house, listened carefully for the sound of my breathing, wiggled my toes into the plush cream beneath my feet, and looked over my shoulder at where I had been in utter disbelief. At that moment, however… I believed.

A ‘miracle’ such as this humbled me to my knees. I couldn’t move once again, though now I was surrounded only by the soft night air. I decided to tuck this story deep within me so as not to deflate the feeling that a miracle of sorts had just saved my life.

Slowly, I stood upright and very deliberately walked to the other sliding glass doors, closing them against the cool nightly trades. Humbly gliding toward my bed, I slid between my sheets and lay my head upon my pillow, as if I were an angel resting from the days’ tasks, tired yet wired. I eventually drifted into slumber, knowing that I would never be quite the same again. Perhaps miracles happen every day, but this was an evening of great magnitude for me. I was saved… I was still needed… I was loved. My connection to the Divine was and always will be… a Miracle.