Malama ‘Aina

When night comes, Maui or Pele or one of Them pulls the curtain fast.  Dark.  Stars.  Where there was light.  Fast.

The Hawi’ians Great Work (see Thomas Berry’s book of the same name) was to manifest Aloha in their treatment of the land.  Malama ‘aina means to care for the land as one would a family member. 

The land provides taro, the staple of the Hawi’ian pre-contact diet.  As a taro plant matures, offshoots known as ‘oha grow up around the plant and, in time, create new plants.  This gave Hawai’ian the word ‘ohana, family.

The pre-contact kama’aina (kama=children, ‘aina=land, therefore, native born) “honored nature and the ‘aina as a possession of their gods.” from the Limahuli Garden self-guided tour booklet.  Over time this took the form of ahupua’a, a method of land division that ran from the coast into the heights of the mountains.  In essence an ahupua’a divided the islands by watershed.  This division allowed for self-sufficiency since each ahupua’a had fresh water from its source, usually a waterfall high in the mountains, land suitable for various kinds of agriculture and living along the gradient from mountain to shore and a spot from which to set out into the sea to fish.

At the Limahuli gardens the NTBG wants to restore the Limahuli ahupua’a.  The gardens begin near the ocean and continue, in three large reserves, all the way to the source of the Limahuli stream which runs through the garden on its way to the sea.  On the garden tour the NTBG has recreated a large section, 5 beds, of taro irrigated in the traditional manner through small ditches connected to the stream, the guided through a series of waterfalls and sluice gates onto the taro beds.  As I walked among them today, the sound of the running water melded with the quiet but energetic plants to create a sense of peacefulness and abundance. 

Watersheds as a political unit is an idea that’s been kicking around the environmental movement for some time now, but has not gotten much traction.  I’ve always liked it and the ahupua’a gives a real world for instance of how it could work.  I worked out the watershed for Andover.  It begins in Lake Mille Lacs and focuses on the Rum River as it heads into the Mississippi at Anoka. 

Think what it would be like if that watershed was a state senate district and two state house districts.  Imagine congressional districts composed not of gerrymandered counties and chunks of counties, but as an agglomeration of watersheds.  Imagine the citizens of these watershed districts imbued with malama ‘aina.  Don’t know about you, but that sounds substantial to me.

Mango Mama’s And Beyond

4:35PM  Overcast.  75.  Ocean slate gray and calm.

A full vacationing day today.  Got up, got dressed and drove to Mango Mama’s.  I went there thinking waffles, eggs and bacon, but when I arrived I discovered it was just a step away from vegan.  They did have an interesting food, Acai, billed as the Amazon Super-Fruit.  So, if I couldn’t have bacon and eggs I chose Acai.  This is a berry of some kind and tastes as the guy behind counter put it, “Somewhere between blueberry and blackberry.”  He was right.  It was tasty. They put it on granola and bananas.

Superfood No. 1: Açaí

Nature’s Energy Fruit

It may seem odd to start this list of superfoods with one you’ve likely never even heard of. But studies have shown that this little berry is one of the most nutritious and powerful foods in the world! Açaí (ah-sigh-ee) is the high-energy berry of a special Amazon palm tree. Harvested in the rainforests of Brazil, açaí tastes like a vibrant blend of berries and chocolate. Hidden within its royal purple pigment is the magic that makes it nature’s perfect energy fruit. Açaí is packed full of antioxidants, amino acids and essential fatty acids. Although açaí may not be available in your local supermarket, you can find it in several health food and gourmet stores (often in juice form). A new product featuring the unsweetened pulp is now also available, and I highly recommend that you choose this form of açaí.

There you go. The guy that wrote this appeared on Oprah.  How’s that for authentic?

After Mango Mama’s I slipped down the switchback to the taro farm, then into Hanalei.  My destination Lumahai Beach.  A website said it was the best beach on Kauai for unusual shells.  Doesn’t say much for the rest, I can now tell you after 2 hours beach combing.  I did find some good shells, but not many. 

The beach itself is wonderful.  To reach it I clambered through a forest of Pandanus trees and some sword like plant that left little splinters on my leg, this all while headed precipitously downhill.  When I broke out of the forest, I was on a crescent shaped beach with lava extrusions and wild waves.  Lifeguards call this Lumadieya beach because of the number of drownings here due to a vicious rip-tide in winter.  This is winter. 

Next to the crescent shaped beach was a longer, more gently curved beach that ran for over a half a mile.  When I arrived, I could see only 4 people.  As I began my search for shells, I did stumble, almost, on a naked sun-bather, well-hidden, but still visible when I walked up on him. Later on I saw this same young man, maybe early 20’s, walk down to the ocean, starkers.  He appeared to be presenting himself to two bikini clad women who had just walked by.  They did not seem impressed.

Immediately after this I went to Limahuli gardens a ways on down the road toward the Na Pali. (Na makes a noun plural in Hawi’ian.  Pali is cliff, so this means cliffs.)  The tour I took their got me on another topic I’ll write a bit about later. 

The Hawai’ian Night

11:00 PM.  Watched Jericho, the second TV program I’ve viewed in three weeks, not counting that Goldie Hawn movie that Kate and I watched together.

The Hawai’ian sunset, the Hawai’ian sunrise, the wonderful sun during the day.  Yeah, yeah, yeah all true.

I want to say a word for the Hawai’ian night.  Again.  Clear.  Black with brilliant lights, the lights of the heavens.  The Big Dipper that lit the way for the underground railroad.  It pointed then and points now to Polaris.  The North Star.  I feel an affection for Polaris much like I feel for Orion.  It has an identity and its identity and mine have grown together over the years.  Hokusai, probably the best Ukiyo-e artist belonged to a Buddhist sect that worshipped the north star.  I get it.

While sky watching, the ocean never stops.  Standing on old volcanic soil, listening to the waves and seeing the stars that helped the Polynesians navigate on their amazing voyage here. 

They also used ocean currents and cloud formations.   A book I read yesterday compared their voyage to one headed off on a journey to a distant planet.  What would you take with  you?  They brought 27 species of plants:  ti, taro, breadfruit and bananas among them.  They call them canoe plants.

Imagine being out there in the middle of the Pacific ocean, in an outrigger canoe.  At night.  Just imagine.