Back to the Island

The beach at Hanalei Bay yesterday morning. PHOTO:BBS

Waterfalls from heavy rains streaming down the mountains as seen from Hanalei. PHOTO:ROBYN 

The government craziness that pervades our life these days feels slightly removed as we settle into island reality once again. Magical white clouds dance through the sky chased by dark, water-laden puffers orchestrating a familiar hide-and-seek drama between sunshine and rain on Kauai, the small, northern-most island of the Hawaiian chain. 

This week all of the islands turn their focus to the Merrie Monarch Festival, the annual week-long hula competition in Hilo on the Big Island, where halaus (hula clubs or studios) from throughout Hawaii perform impressively choreographed dancing and show off beautiful costumery in front of adoring fans. 

Kane (men) don hula garb and dance like warriors at the Merrie Monarch Festival.

Female and male dancers alike fill the stage. The popular show has been running since 1963 and is named after one of Hawaii's favorite kings, David Kalakaua (1863-1891), a major patron of the arts who restored the ancient rite of hula to island culture following years of missionary crackdown.

We'll be watching on a TV screen. Hawaiian pride, discipline and joy will be on full display.

The Blue Buddha, our island ride, is back on the road, having been awakened from nearly ten months of hibernation, which translated to dead battery and this year a defunct starter. No worries, right? Hearing that engine hum is as pleasant as listening to the shama birds sing outside our window every morning before dawn. They take their cue from the crowing of the resident roosters.

We've watched our 6-year-old grandson Mystiko hustle around a soccer field, his shaggy blond hair flopping and a smile on his face. He's focussed.

Granddaughter Viva, 14, seems to have stretched several inches, her long limbs flowing as gracefully as the fronds of a queen palm swaying in the breeze.

Mama, Isabel Bryna, is as busy as ever juggling her life as mother, artist, entrepreneur and surfer.

Being grandparents is special. And in the islands, kupuna (elders) hold a revered role in the family hierarchy. Store discounts are also appreciated.

Yesterday, hearing that the Hanalei bridge was open following flood closure the day before, we drove down to the historic little town which fronts Hanalei Bay. The clear, glassy water drew me in for a dunk. Back at the condo I pulled my longboard from behind the couch and waxed her up for the days ahead.

Barbara has already attended two yoga sessions at the Princeville Community Center, re-connecting with our island friends who prefer a good stretch first thing in the morning. 

Final note: I’d been thinking about Pope Francis over the past few months understanding that he was nearing the end of his life on earth, and marveling at what a great spiritual leader he’s been. He truly walked the walk, emphasizing the virtues of dignity, humility and compassion for all. He was the right person, in the right role at the right time. We need more leaders like him. Here's hoping the Conclave elects the next Pope in his humanitarian likeness. May you Rest In Peace, Pope Francis. Pray for us.

Here's wishing you all the best in your lives. Aloha nui loa.