Just before I boarded a plane bound for Hawai’i, a good friend said, “I’ve had a vision.”
She could make out a mountain that seemed to release steam and smoke that soared high up into the sky.
“You were there!” she said. "You were standing on black land in a black dress with your long black hair flying in the wind."
Her vision ended with another vignette of the mountain. What seemed to be steam and smoke was sucked back into the ground beneath the black.
At the time, my ears of flesh didn’t comprehend this vision from a good friend. During the long flight to Hawai'i, I was feeling despair for all that was lost, and all that would be lost if the law-giving law-making lava continued toward Pohoiki.
Once my feet hit the ‘aina, all of that changed – all thoughts of despair and death were defeated. Surrounded by my ohana, I remembered once more what it means to give and receive faith.
Each day on the ‘aina I did my part — enjoying the abundance of Hawai’i nei. I stood my watch and stood my ground until my part was done.
Not long after returning to my "other home" we all rejoiced while hearing the good news. The liquid lava, the hot molten mana of magma, had adorned the little red house with a garment of black sand – a priceless palena purchased at a great price. Not foe but friend, the liquid lava, the hot molten mana of magma decided to do her part – protecting the little red house, her new neighbor from the ever encroaching erasure and erosion of her ancient shores.
We all have had parts to play — lava boat captains, volcano photographers, sacrificial politicians, animal activists, praying aunties, mud-weary mothers and more.
During these times of searching for the n’au of matters that have brought much sorrow, we have all played our parts, like young keikis that cling to our kupunas through long dark nights.
We have played our parts well because we are keiki o ka ‘aina. May we always remember that forever we must play well together for that is what makes Pohoiki strong.