HULA

I love it so much, but so many times I tell myself that I don't want to go. "It's too much time." "I missed last week." "They are doing a new song and I don't know it." "I didn't practice." Yet, I get in my car and drive down there at 5:30 on Tuesday nights and walk in the door and everything changes.
My kumu (teacher) pushes us hard and makes me want to dance harder and longer and more often, but the time commitment is so much that I find it hard to fit in. In dancing I find myself. I love the fluid movements and the culture and history that is carried behind it. I wish I could jump in with both feet and dance and dance and dance. The ohana (family) that my kumu has fostered in all the ladies and families that are involved in dancing makes no one ever want to leave. They dance until they have numb feet, until their knees hurt so much they can't dance any longer, they bring their keikis (children) to dance and to carry on the tradition. It is amazing what happens in this place. And the thing is, that it is not the building it is the people that make it what it is.
More often than not, I feel that I am all of these ladies wrapped into one, while the rest of my class understands what kumu is saying, I still come back....


most of the time.