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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Kumu...


Aloha Pau'ole...


Love Never-Ending...

Love...


The Shared Journey of Love...

Hoa Aloha...


Full Circle...


One Last Circle...
Hand-in-Hand...
The Pō...
The Ao...
'Ike Hawai'i...
E Holomua Kākou...

Monday, May 29, 2017

Remembrance...



In the Aftermath of Graduation and an All-Nighter Project Graduation, we awoke from exhaustion late in the day, to make the Journey to Punchbowl for Memorial Day to Honor Elliott's Grandparents with an assortment of lei from last night to share in the Celebration with our Beloved 'ohana who rest in Eternal Peace. Unfortunately, while the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific had extended hours until 7:00 p.m. tonight to accommodate the influx of visitors on this Memorial Day, the gates closed at 6:30 p.m. and we arrived exactly at 6:29 p.m. and were denied entry. The boys were disappointed, especially Elliott who so loves his Grandparents. 

It was a teachable moment. I asked Elliott to look into his na'au, his visceral instinct and Heart, and let me know what he felt, aside from great disappointment. After much contemplation and introspection, it was decided that the lei and flowers needed to go somewhere else. His grandparents love him so much and they know his Heart. He thought of Pauahi. He thought of Mauna 'Ala. Then he thought of our Queen. I told him when one door, or in this case, giant metal gate, closes, look for the signs.

So we visited our Queen. We spoke to her, thanked her, chanted for her, and adorned her with our Love. I asked Elliott what was the biggest issue to decide last night, at graduation. The one that consumed too much thought and drama in my humble opinion. He said it was to stand or sit. 

Our 'ohana stands for any Anthem for any Country where other people have sacrificed their precious Lives for Love of Country. Yes, Elliott's grandfather was a career United States Marine Corps Officer and Vietnam Veteran. His great-grandfather, a WWII tank mechanic sent to Europe. His Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather, was a physician who fought in the American Civil War out of the 144th Regiment in New York. He probably had to saw off limbs on the Battlefield. Interesting, Elliott wants to become an Emergency Room or Trauma doctor. Another Ancestor, George Roderick Markell, was born in 1754 and fought in the American Revolution.

However, another direct Ancestor, William Henry Harrison Huddy, born in Rhode Island in 1832, came to Hawai'i and married Waiopua Kane from Puna, and signed a sworn affidavit attesting loyalty to the Kingdom of Hawai'i. 

I reminded my sons, that our Queen, loved the American People. The American Government, however, was a big disappointment. Sadly, it still is. Our Patriotic American ancestors, including my own Father, who sacrificed for his Country, remained disappointed in the direction the United States of American has taken. It has lost its course. 

But there remains great Hope in its people. The Citizenry. It is never about Governments. It is always about the People. About Humanity. So take the Best lessons, and Seek, Find, Learn, and Celebrate the Best of People. Move Forward, in Remembrance, with Humility and Gratitude, to Forge a Better World. The Truth Shall Always Rise in Time. But never forgo your Values, Respect and Character for short-term gains. We are in it for the Long Run. Many of us will Leave this Earth before our Dreams are Fulfilled. 

The Children Shall Finish Our Unfinished Dreams. So it isn't about whether you Sit or Stand. It is simply about Taking a Stand. For Something Meaningful in This Life. While Retaining the Essence of who you are. Your Character. Your Values. Your Love. Your Aloha...

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Aftermath...


The Journey Begins...


Pauahi Lani Nui...

Blessings of Love...


Imua 2017...


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

'Ōlelo...


Tonight, as Twilight set in, I quietly watched the offshore rains pour down into the Ocean. Beautiful Kāne embracing his brother, Kanaloa, trying to cleanse and wash away some of the hewa, 'eha and kaumaha floating around our islands lately. I quietly reflected upon the wise saying, or 'Ōlelo No'eau, about the power of words. I ka 'Ōlelo, no ke Ola, i ka Ōlelo, no ka Make. In the Word, there is Life. In the Word, there is Death. I remembered, somberly, a true example of this. Years ago, we had a very contentious burial case with a somewhat arrogant landowner, and an incensed burial council. There was much consternation and many arguments. One site visit in particular, ended in a shouting match between the landowner and the council chair. The black words were released into the air and couldn't be taken back. It all had to do with a landowner's perceived rights to do what he wanted with his land and the rights of the ancestors to rest, undisturbed, in their eternal place of repose. 

During archaeological testing, more iwi kupuna were encountered. There was somewhat of a stalemate and an impasse. A young machine operator working on the property, backfilling a test trench, where iwi were discovered, was found injured. The machine was partially in the trench, and he was laid out on the machine treads with his chest crushed. He died. Nobody could figure out how it happened. When word of this occurrence made it back to the council, there was much 'eha and kaumaha. The biggest question was "Why him?" I had heard he was a young father as well with a wife and child. It bothered many of us, even though other incidences had happened in other cases. I prayed a lot for everyone involved.

It wasn't until years later, when a newspaper notice was published regarding the disposition of the burials which were finally going to the council for a determination of treatment, that we received a telephone call from a kupuna on a completely different island. She said she recognized the TMK in the notice, and when I described the parcel and island, she knew exactly where it was. She had grown up right there, across the street. We arranged to meet and we did. 

This kupuna was in her eighties, and had a raspy voice. She brought her mo'opuna to the meeting. She talked about growing up there, and how hard life was, even catching doves and sparrows and cooking them over a fire to eat them because she was always hungry. She talked about her 'ohana. She talked about how sacred and kapu the burial area was where the burials were found, and where the landowner wanted to expand his business for more parking. She was not allowed to cross the street and play in that area because is was kapu, or forbidden.

She explained, as she showed us a birthmark on her left eye, that her grandmother carried the same birthmark on her eye, and how her mother used to scold her, to watch what she said. If she yelled at her younger brother, sometimes he would trip and fall, or sprain his ankle. Her words carried weight, like her grandmother, and she had to constantly be mindful of what she said, and to whom. She explained that her grandmother and grandfather were both buried on the parcel in question, and that a large stone with their names engraved onto it was located there as well. We never found the stone.

Then she told us that several years before she went to the island to visit family, and while she drove past her childhood home, she saw construction and heavy machinery. She stopped her car on the side of the road, and ran up to tell the machine operator, that her grandparents were buried there, and he needed to stop excavating. The operator told  her that he wasn't going to stop because they had their permits and permission. She pleaded with him, but a policeman who was directing traffic in the area for adjacent roadwork, yelled at her to move her car off the road or he would tow it. She was distressed and upset and ran to her car, and drove to her 'ohana's house and told them the story. Neither of them knew about the burial laws, the island burial council, the Burial Sites Program, or anything of the sort. She said she felt so helpless. She felt grateful that there was a process and that now she could be a part of protecting the burial area. She wasn't sure if her grandparents' graves were still there or excavated or destroyed already.

I started getting chills. I asked her if she could remember the date she went to the island and confronted the machine operator. She thought, and thought, and then gave me the month and  year it occurred with great certainty. I jotted it down as my co-worker looked at me with a puzzled look. We parted eventually and returned to the office.

I went straight to the file cabinet with this case file and opened it up, going through the many papers in the file. I finally found what I was looking for and another chill ran up my spine. It was the newspaper article about the death of the machine operator. I took it to my co-worker. I showed him the article, then pulled out my notepad. It was the same month, and year that this kupuna confronted the machine operator, that he passed away shortly thereafter.  It all made sense now. The connectivity in Life, of unexplained tragedy, and cause and effect. My co-worker and I looked at each other in silence. Mourning the death of a young father. The desecration of the sacred. The fighting and arguments. There were no winners here. I didn't have the heart to say anything to this kupuna about what had happened to the machine operator after her admonishment. Nobody needs that to carry around for the rest of your Life.

So in Life, I am often reminded that our words have Life and Power. Some people have more Mana and Power in their words. Even our thoughts can manifest into actual events. I have experienced this from time to time and it frightens me. I inherited a temper from my Father, and try my best to keep positive, kind and loving words flowing from my mouth. When incensed, I can spew forth the most vitriolic evil from my lips. When I cross into rage, and light my imu of war, I don't just burn everything and everyone around me, I incinerate flesh and bone. I am not proud of it. Like the 'ohe hanu ihu, or nose flute, only my nasal breath is clean and of Ke Akua's Ha. I have to keep my anger, my mouth and even my thoughts in check constantly.

I know the written word also carries such power as well. To manifest. I have written words as tears flowed, only to be told by different people that tears flowed when they read it. I know the emotion embeds in the word, and transfers as well. Social media just adds more words, and more dispersal far and wide. Bullying hurts. Bullying kills as we have seen recently with the loss of young life at their own desperate forsaken hands. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will only hurt, and sometimes kill me.

So we must choose our words carefully. We pray that those who pass on, young and old, leave with kindness, forgiveness and compassion, and not scorn, contempt and hate as the last messages and words they heard before departing. I know of many regretful individuals haunted by their unknowing last words to others who suddenly left this Realm unexpectedly. Be Kind. Lift Up. Forgive. We are All Walking, Talking, Waking, Breathing, Crying, Laughing One in a Trillion Star Dust Miracles. Never Forget About Amazing You. You the Healer. Not You the Destroyer. You. The Healer...

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Kuleana...


As our son Elliott nears graduation from Kamehameha, I wanted to impress upon him the immense kuleana he needs to hāpai as he grows into a man. Signified by the 'auamo ki'i, or carrying pole, he now bears the kuleana to ho'okanaka, to be the best that he can be. To Serve, Love and Honor Ke Akua. To Love and Honor his beloved kūpuna, 'aumakua, akua, and the Ali'i who came before him, in his lineage, and those that established a Legacy and Gift of Education that many others could have benefited from. 

He will support the Sacred and Mundane. The Chosen and the Common. He will protect the Life Giving Waters of Kāne. He will Protect the Mahi'ai and the Lawai'a. The Makers of Kapa. The Makers of Ki'i. And Everything in Between. He will continue his Hula. Be a Kahu of Spirit. To mālama the 'āina. To mālama pōhaku. He will fight to Protect Mountains. He will fight to protect 'ili'ili. He will help the Weak, Disadvantaged, and the Forsaken. To be a Pu'uhonua for others. A Place of Refuge. 

He has already given up part of his Dreams by turning down a generous offer from prestigious Columbia University in New York to stay home here, for John A. Burns Medical School, so he can truly help his Beloved Native Hawaiian people and give back to Ke Ali'i Pauahi. His Heart is much Larger than mine. Sadly, he will come to know more Sacrifice in the Future. He Shall Weather any Storm. He is Ka'iana. Named after Keawe-Ka'iana-a-'Ahu'ula. He is already bringing Honor to that Name. We are so Proud of him. Love him Forever and Beyond...

Kanaloa...


Saturday, May 20, 2017

Couture...


Sonny Ching Collection...

Hula at MAMo...


'Ike Hawai'i....


MAMo Hula...


Starr...


Waiwai...


Friday, May 19, 2017

Kua i ke Kapu...


Style...


MAMo Hula...


Mino'aka...


Couture...


Flow...


Thursday, May 18, 2017

Ne'epapa...


Hula at MAMo...


E Ho'okanaka...


Couture...


Hula at MAMo...


Beautiful Irrepressible 'Ike Hawai'i...


Mana...


MAMo...


Spirited...


MAMo Fashions...






MAMo Hula...


Beauty and Grace...


Grace and Beauty...


'Ahu...


Sonny Ching...


Couture...


Hulu Manu...


MAMo...