I've been watching the Merrie Monarch festival, and it's really inspiring me. Before I'd moved to Hawaii I'd viewed hula as a simple dance seen at hotel luaus- trivialized and exploited in western culture. Now, in my growing understanding, I sit in awe and wonderment of the uniquely captivating storytelling that is hula. It's rich and complex history is fascinating. There are many styles and types, all of them entrancingly beautiful. To see the sacred movements passed through generations, telling ancestral tales of history, myth, and spirituality is magical. The ancient language, chanting old wisdom, the years of accumulated mana attached to a single motion- it's so powerful. And the women! So strong. Hawaiian culture honors strong women, and that is most definitely evidenced in the hula. And the bonds of brother and sisterhood shared in hulau is special and beautiful. All of these humans, dedicated and disciplined, shining bright with aloha and channeling their kupuna, casting spells with each turn! I had tears flowing down my cheeks in so many emotions. I long for that tribal connection of shared history and future. The community! I yearn for sacred dance and story to pass to my daughter, which she will in turn pass to hers, filled with magic and mana. I feel gratitude in knowing these sacred lands. To see the valleys, and feel the rain described in ancestral meles is so intense, and I feel so very honored to experience this hallowed aina. I'm grateful to the wisdom keepers. I thank from my heart everyone stoking the flame, from the eldest kumu hula to the youngest of haumana. To be able to see this ancient art is a wonderful blessing.
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