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Full Circle...
One Last Circle... Hand-in-Hand... The P ō ... The Ao... 'Ike Hawai'i... E Holomua K ā kou...
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
'Ōlelo...
Tonight, as Twilight set in, I quietly watched the offshore rains pour down into the Ocean. Beautiful K ā ne 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
Kuleana...
As our son Elliott nears graduation from Kamehameha, I wanted to impress upon him the immense kuleana he needs to h ā pai 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 k ū puna, '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 K ā ne. 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 m ā lama the ' ā ina. To m ā lama p ō haku. He will fight to Protect Mountains. He will fight to protect 'ili'ili. He will help the Weak, Disadvantaged, and t
