It was in the late 1990’s when I was working for the State of Hawai’i Department of Land and Natural Resources Historic Preservation Division Burial Sites Program, that we had received a request from the Superintendent of the Pu ʻ uhonua o H ō naunau National Park to assist them with putting several hundred iwi k ū puna to a final rest. The remains of men, women and children had been sitting in cardboard boxes for decades, on old wooden shelves in the entrance of a secured cave. They had been excavated and collected many years before during various projects to establish the park and its facilities. My two coworkers, Kana‘i and Kala ʻ au, and I embarked on a week long journey to the sacred place of refuge. A pu ʻ uhonua, a place where one who broke a kapu, a sacred law, could flee to, and find sanctuary from the ka ʻ ane strangulation cord, or the newa, a club to the head. The park staff, and ‘ohana from the area, mobilized for the effort. We stayed near the park in a cabin...