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Thursday, July 20, 2017

He Hula...


A Hula Dancer...

Hula...


Aloha Kekahi i Kekahi...


Love One Another...

No'ono'o...


Reflection...

Noho...


Maka...


Hula...


Prince Lot Hula...


Destiny...


In College, I really thought I was going to be a Rockstar. I never felt so Alive as when I was playing guitar, singing, and feeling the vibrations go through my body from my amplified speaker and effects boxes. To touch the Spirit of thousands of people, or even tens of thousands of people, like my favorite bands touched mine, was a Dream. Like thousands of other aspiring musicians, it never worked out because a flow of events and decisions took me in an opposite course in Life. Decades later, I was shown a Vision that had I chosen that Musical Journey, I wouldn't be here now. Physically here. Alive. We shouldn't always lament broken Dreams. We should actually Celebrate them...

Wela...


Maka...


Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Noho...


Hula...


Ua Hala...



Repost from 2009: 

Hala. Passing. A good friend called me yesterday from a hospice in Wai'anae on O'ahu where his mother is staying. He said she is ready to pass on to the other side. She wanted to see me. I went out this morning with a co-worker. We spent the morning in her presence and that of the ancestors. Her spirit was still strong but her body is quickly fading. We prayed. I had brought some food for the nurses and then some delicious Hawaiian food for his mom. We ate poi, dried aku, ahi limu poke, tako poke and shared such a beautiful time. Laughing. Crying. Praying. She spoke intermittently of things that only could have come from the other side. She was listening to the ancestors and saying things, singing, and offering bits of precious mana'o and 'ike Hawai'i. Thoughts and Hawaiian vision. 

In between her normal self. We treasured each bit of messages from the ancestors. She wanted to see another person too. 'Ohana from Kaua'i. Another frontline warrior trying to save the 'aina, the land, and our cultural sites for the mo'opuna, the future. We got him on the phone. He cried. He is flying over to O'ahu to see her before she passes. When we parted, I made sure I held her hand tight. Kissed her forehead. Looked deep in her eyes. And let her know how much I loved her and that I had humbly asked Ke Akua, through my prayers, to deliver her into His hands at His will.


Later when I dropped off her son at his home, we embraced and both burst out into an unexpected cascade of tears and sobbing as we hugged. It was the kaumaha of fifteen years of knowing each other and the fights we have been through to save our 'aina. We were delivered messages. We were losing another hulu kupuna who gave years of her life to protect the bones of our ancestors. E holomua kakou. We will continue the fight. Her biggest message. We must not let the spirit of Haloa, our kalo plant, whither away and die. The rotten kalo. Just like the kino, the body, will die and rot away when the 'uhane, the spirit, leaves. So will the Hawaiian people, if we let the spirit of the kalo die. We must sustain the spirit. We must sustain. It is through Aloha. Love. Forgiveness. Truth. Pono...

Ne'epapa...


Oli...


Mea Hula...


Aloha...


To dance Hula, then Gift your Lei to someone in the audience. How Beautiful is that?

Ho'omau...


Perpetuate...

'Oli...

Joy...

Hula...


Maka...


Ne'epapa...


Hula...


Maka...