Echoes of indigenous Hawaii’s monarchic system remain today. To my eye, much of it is ritualistic, although the mere fact that organizations exist to perpetuate not just the name but the reality of what used to be a highly structured system of royalty suggests something else beneath the surface.
The chants certainly remain strong, echoing powerfully within a church or around a grove of ancient trees, even along a lava flow plain.
Will it one day return, or are these hints of monarchy like the afterglow of sunset? Hard to say, really. But again, the fact that one cannot really put a definitive period at the end of this particular sentence…
Forests always have stories...
Sunrise, and one reason to stay :-)
Into the vast unknown...
Tendrils of plant and cloud herald the day.
Where I met sunrise this morning at Waiehu Beach I found this overnight mandala alone, totemic, intimating impermanence.
The moment she burst forth and the stunning, massive shadow she cast on the lower flanks of the volcano...
This one will require comment.
Before sunrise, Wailuku Heights. Catching the sharp, sensual curve of Haleakala Volcano.
At 6:07 this morning, sunrise. And news of an earthquake in Northern California, where I used to live.