APRIL 2018

I’m back. I’ve been trying to find something positive to write about for the past few months but the news keeps getting drearier and drearier. So I’ve been avoiding it as much as possible.

I do notice that now there’s a march or walk for something or other nearly every weekend. If it’s not a march/walk for a disease, it’s for an important cause. All of these marches/walks are important and serve good purposes so I cannot choose just one to showcase over the others.

Instead I will write about a beautiful event that happens the weekend after Easter: the Merrie Monarch Festival. The festival showcases hula, both Kahiko (before the illegal overthrow) and Auana (after the illegal overthrow). All of the dancers were spectacular; I’d hate to have to judge. And the halau (hula school) on our island placed this year in Wahine (women) Kahiko, Wahine Auana, Wahine Overall, and Overall Winner! What an exciting three nights!!

That same weekend I took a class lead by my friend and fellow writer Dawn Kawahara on Riddle Chants, of which I knew nothing. A riddle chant asks a primary question in the first stanza and then answers it in the following stanzas. I wrote my very first one and decided to share it with you. As a genealogist, of course it deals with my ancestors:

Where Is The Home Of My People

Of you I ask a question.
Where is the home of my People?
Where should I seek them?

In Eastern forests
Deep, dark, dense
They dwelt among the wild things
Roamed where they would.
The forests are silent now.

Of you I ask a question.
Where is the home of my People?
Where can I find them?

Among the buildings of newcomers
Bustling with activity
The smell of furs heavy in the air
They took up brief residence
But the newcomers are gone now.

So I ask a question.
Where is the home of my People?
Where should I seek them?

At the dividing place
They dwelt in harmony
And separated in peace
Choosing to take three paths
That place is now filled with strangers.

And again I ask
Where is the home of my People?
Where should I seek them?

Beside running waters
Wild birds, deer were plentiful
Marshes offered reeds for building
Roots gave food for growing
That land gives home to new people

And I must ask
Where is the home of my People?
Where should I seek them?

Long trails carried them
Prairies void of trees
Alkaline waters
Confinement, containment
At the mercy of the winds

Where is the home of my People?

 

the image of Turtle Island was posted on facebook by a friend

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