Sacred Sands...

So our Hawaiian people lived all along the coastlines, close to the ocean resources for subsistence, religious and transit purposes. Now people from all over the world come to Hawaii and want to live at the beach for the salty breezes, cool refreshing waters and beautiful Mai-Tai sunsets. As they dig their oversized mansion foundations and excavate their chlorinated pools, they often come across our kupuna kahiko. Some are respectfully acknowledged as human beings of God's creation, and others are disrespected and dehumanized as pieces of unwanted obstructionist trash. Sure, many of our po`e kahiko built houses upon their deceased ancestors, for their mutual respect was built on aloha pono, and the resultant proximity fostered a continued relationship. Something tells me that this relationship is lost in Kahala. I think the kupuna are still reaching out to share their ethereal wisdom, but the movers and shakers of the economic games are unwilling to listen. When the lights begin to dim in your eyes, the sounds around you start to fade away, and the cadent pahu beat of your heart begins its slow descent into nothingness, you may truly wish you had listened, but it may be too late...