Pele...




Dad and I ended our day together at Kalapana. Watching akua Pele creep towards the ocean. The fires burned incendiary hot. Mother burned in the embers this morning. Tomorrow morning, I will gather her precious iwi. I will wash them in kai, sea water, mixed with ʻōlena , tumeric. Then bundle her up in cloth. My beautiful friend in Kaumana is weaving her a special lauhala container to put her into. Hala. To pass. We will bring her home. This is mālama pūʻolo...

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