I love Uncle George! I love when he's not traveling because he surprises us at church. This time the surprise was on me because he sang a mele, and Kahu said to dance (and everyone knows I can never say no to Kahu)! What a fun, special day...Uncle George and I also had the opportunity to perform together again on Christmas Eve. Mahalo ke Akua!
Aloha ~
On April 28, I asked for prayers for my friend + hula sister Kris' mom, who was in the ICU. Auntie Kuʻulei has since passed away; her service will be held tonight. Auntie Kuʻulei had so much aloha for Kelsey, her granddaughter + Kris' daughter...so tonight, we will all dance "Hea i ka Haku," as sung so beautifully by Holunape, in honor of Auntie Kuʻulei. This has always been a favorite of mine + I will picture her sweet, joyful smile the whole time...
Hea i ka Haku
E mele au i ka ho‘ola e
He nani no
He nani no
E Iesu, ku‘u ho‘ola
‘A‘ohe lua Ou
I na la a pau
E ho‘omaika‘i
I kou aloha kamaha‘o.
Ku‘u kokua, ku‘u malu
Ku‘u mana e
Ku‘u hanu, ku‘u ola
E hi‘ilani mau a mau
HUI
Hea i ka Haku
E himeni ke ao
He mana ke Ali‘i, e ho‘ihi e
Uluhia ‘o luna me ko lalo e
I ka lohe i kou inoa
Himeni hau‘oli i ka hana ho‘i au
He aloha mau ko‘u
Ku mau a mau
Kukahi ka nani ke paulele au ia ‘oe
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Then sings my soul, My saviour God, to thee
How great thou art
How great thou art
My Jesus, my Savior Lord, there is none like you
All of my days I want to praise
The wonders of your mighty love
My comfort, my Shelter
Tower of refuge and strength
Let every breath, all that I am
Never cease to worship you
CHORUS
Shout to the Lord
All the earth, let us sing
Power and majesty, praise to the King
Mountains bow down and the seas will roar
At the sound of your name
I sing for joy
At the work of your hands
Forever I'll love you
Forever I'll stand
Nothing compares to the promise I have in You
~ Darlene Zschech
Today I feel very grateful as I reflect on this past Easter. My ʻohana was there, as they always are. I am so blessed to have such an incredibly affectionate, funny, loving + supportive family! Yes, that day I danced for the greater ʻohana that is ke Akua's...but as always, I danced this mele especially for my very own ʻohana. Mahalo ke Akua no kuʻu ʻohana makamae!
Mele ʻOhana
Hulō, hulō! I'm still on a high from last night's Merrie Monarch Miss Aloha Hula competition. Henohea Kāne is our new Miss Aloha Hula 2009...she won by a substantial margin, so there is no doubt about the level of her skill, knowledge + grace. See her award-winning performances here:
Kahiko http://www.kitv.com/video/19204600/
ʻAuana http://www.kitv.com/video/19205155/
Heno is my hula sister from the former Hālau Hula Ka Makani Wili Mākaha O Kauaʻula, under the direction of nā kumu Kealiʻi Reichel + Uluwehi Guerrero.
ʻAe, Maui nō ka oi! Hmm. *:)
Keawalaʻi Congregational Church
United Church of Christ (USA)
Easter Sunday, April 12, 2009
The Rev. Kealahou C. Alika
“The Promise of New Life” Matthew 27:57-66 & Matthew 28:1-10
The first time I saw the turtles at the black sand beach at Punaluʻu on the island of Hawaiʻi, they surprised me. There were so many of them, heads bobbing above the surface of the water.
I remember that day well. The volcanic sand shimmered in the noon day sun. Onshore winds swept across the open ocean, pushing waves over the shallow reef along the shoreline.
I've always had a deep affection for nā honu, or the green sea turtles of our islands. Whenever I find myself troubled and unable to make clear decisions, I go for a walk on the beach. It can be at Hāʻena on the island of Kauaʻi, Moʻomomi on Molokaʻi, or here in Mākena.
And on those walks, I would inevitably see a honu and things would begin to make sense. Long, long ago the story is told about a green sea turtle named Kauila. It is said that Kauila could change herself into a girl to watch over the children playing at Punaluʻu.
When Kauila's mother dug her nest, a fresh water spring surged upward, quenching the children's thirst. It is said that Kauila is the “mythical mother” of all turtles, and perhaps of our children as well.
Some of us may want to dismiss the story of Kauila altogether, convinced that such a story could not possibly be true. Of course the spring exists but not because a turtle dug a nest down too deep. We want to explain the presence of the spring at Punaluʻu in geological terms. And as for a turtle becoming a human being, how can that be?
But the story of Kauila is much more than the fanciful imagination of a storyteller. Within the story itself we learn of a mother's love for her children. We learn of a mother watching over her children at play and providing them with water to quench their thirst.
Long ago the story is told that after Jesus died, a man named Joseph asked for his body. Joseph took Jesus' body and wrapped it in a clean linen cloth and laid it in a tomb.
It is said that the priests became concerned that someone might steal the body and then say that Jesus was alive. They remembered that Jesus said, “After three days I will rise again.”
The tomb is eventually secured. But on the first day of the week a great earthquake struck and an angel came and rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning and his clothing was white as snow. The angel spoke to the women who were at the tomb that day: “Do not be afraid. I know that you are looking for Jesus who was crucified but he is not here; for he has been raised the dead, as he said.” The angel then instructed the women to go and tell the disciples that they will see Jesus in Galilee. So they left the tomb with fear and great joy and ran to tell his disciples.
And it came to pass that Jesus met them.
We have heard the story often enough that we accept the details of an earthquake, a flash of lighting, and a dead person coming back to life without hesitation. Why is that?
The story of the resurrection of Jesus Christ is, in some ways, no different than the story of Kauila. Both stories teach us a truth. If the value of the story of Kauila is about a mother's love for her children than the story of the resurrection of Jesus Christ is about a mother's love for her son and more. It is a story about family. It is a story that teaches us that death does not have the final say.
For all the pain and suffering and despair death may bring, the good news of the resurrection of Jesus Christ is God’s promise of new life. On a day such as this, we have cause to give thanks to God. Amen.
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In a moment, a dear friend of our church, Jamie Lawrence, will come to share his beautiful music, and Keʻala Pasco, a member of our church and our choir, will offer us the gift of her hula. They will share with you "Mele ʻOhana," a song that celebrates love for our families...for today, though we may not be related by koko, or blood, we are all part of ke Akua's ʻohana.
...just got booked as the solo dancer for an incredible entertainer that I have long admired + respected. We'll be performing close to one of my favorite cities. Mahalo ke Akua!
Hoʻomaikaʻi to Hālau Kekuaokalāʻauʻalaʻiliahi on their outstanding performances at the Queen Liliʻuokalani Keiki Hula Competition on Oʻahu! Nā keiki worked so diligently, as did their mākua + ʻohana, to make this dream a reality.
Read about their journey on my Sissy Luana's website: http://www.thehawaiianlearningcenter.com/morningmanao.html.
Mahalo ke Akua!
First things first.
'Olelo Hawai'i
Yes, I am Hawaiian, born + raised. My dad has black hair, brown eyes + skin, is of Hawaiian, Filipino + Korean descent, and is originally from Palolo Valley on Oʻahu. My blonde-haired blue-eyed mom from Hermosa Beach, California is English, Irish, Scottish, Swedish, German + Norwegian. So Mom + Dad = one hapa haole hula girl! I definitely relate more to my Hawaiian ancestry than any other nationality running in my koko. While I have danced hula and studied Hawaiian culture and language for most of my life, I am NOT a kumu; I am a perpetual student. "Kumu" is a title reserved only for the very special few who have earned it! Interspersed throughout my blOGG are Hawaiian words and phrases. Unfortunately, technology has not yet found a way for diacritical markings to be viewed correctly across all browsers + platforms, thus, the kahakō may sadly show incorrectly throughout (if at all), and the ʻokina may sometimes actually just be an apostrophe. Translations may be found by visiting Ulukau, a Hawaiian Electronic Library, which can be found at: http://wehewehe.olelo.hawaii.edu/cgi-bin/hdict?!=e.
OGG = my island, my maui
Through hula, I have been blessed with many opportunities to travel to exotic places like Samoa, Tahiti, Europe + Japan, as well as throughout Hawaiʻi + the continental US. I love experiencing other cultures and languages, but there is nothing like looking out that homebound plane's window and seeing the cerulean skies, azure ocean, green mountains + lush valleys of Maui, truly nō ka oi! If you don't believe me, check out the maui visitors bureau website at http://www.visitmaui.com/, order your free vacation planner + see for yourself.
Ke Akua pū.
