Returning to Family.
If anyone visited Hawaii prior to 1970 the Honolulu International Airport was called the John Rodgers Airport named after WWI Naval Officer. It was located where the Hawaiian Airline terminal now resides and was a brown single story building. Back then two airlines, Aloha and Hawaiian, shared four booths.
Upon disembarking the plane, you walked 20-30 yards in the open air, under the sun, and across the tarmac. You're greeted by beautiful smiling Hawaiians singing, playing ukulele. And it was still of a time where you were lei'd with fragrant pua melia (plumeria). A few steps from the embracing Hawaiians, was your luggage (intact) circulating in a single carousel.
Within 10 minutes you were in your car exiting the parking lot. Or in my case you had your very own personal chauffeur service because your dad worked for Airport VW.
I'm going home for a visit. It's my High School Alma Mater's (Punahou) Holoku May Day Pageant. During the latter part of April through May 1st, many Hawaii Schools (students and teachers) participate in a Polynesian Review. Take my word, it rivals any professional production.
This May Day Pageant is special. My niece, Kealoha Lilia Scullion was elected Queen. Kealoha is a beautiful young woman and I wasn't surprised the academy wanted her as their Queen. She embodies the grace, intelligence, compassion, will, heart and lineage of a Queen.
The Kealoha Sisters
Both my sister and I were princesses for our respective years. During our time, the teachers, staff and volunteers were the leaders and force behind the production. Since early 2000 the roles switched. The students became the directors, choreographers, costume designers, stage production-ists, and everything else.
As you might guess, the Queen's family become haumana (pupils and disciples). There is hours of picking flowers, ti leaf, and fern. Then there is hours of making lei, marquee floral arrangements, Kahili, and costume adornments. It often includes hosting backyard pau hana. It's the least to do for all the people involved in the late night practices, making decorations and staging everything.
I'm thinking back a few months when my sister first told me the news. For a split second I started to say, "WOW!" But before I finished the 'ow' sound, I blurted, "Shit, will you need help?"
Aloha, One Kealoha Way at a Time
My parent's taught us how to always be there for each other. Without a thought my brother and I (independently) cleared our schedules. We wanted to be there to pick up the slack for my sister and her husband. Returning to family always bring a sense of pride. A true sense of Aloha. This particular adventure called me home to help my sister's family prepare for Punahou's Holoku Pageant.
Thinking of my sister and brother, I always feel of my dad and mom. I know they are around when chicken skin tickles my shoulders up to the nape of my neck. Because of my parents, I have a sister who at a young age understood her breath of life. Or a brother who pioneered his own path without regret. As I lay these words down, I'm blanketed with a warm sense of pride. A pride of Aloha, one Kealoha way at a time.
With a deep rooted sense of being there, you can count on me to be there for the people in SLO County and beyond. Call me for a 30 minute consult and we'll figure out how to move forward with care and respect,