Lonoikamakahiki. We celebrate the season of Lono, a time of abundance as the rain brings to us that which sustains life.
Hāpuʻu is the tree fern. It translates as Breath of the Hill.
The hāpuʻu grows upward until it is too heavy to support the weight of its own fronds, at which point it cracks, splits, and falls. New shoots spring and again it grows towards the sun. Again, gravity pulls it back to the ground, and so on... the cycle continues, like long slow breathing.
We grow, and we fall. We climb the Puʻu, the hill, and reach its top, and the wind that blows across its peak breathes with us. The breath of the hill. Hāpuʻu.
When the rain comes down fast and heavy, it is not to dampen your spirit. It is to cleanse your soul. It is to feed the forest. It lays heavy on our branches, our limbs, our bodies, but we soak it in, let it feed us, nourish us.
Do not be burdened by the tears your cry that go unnoticed in the rain. Let them fall and quench the earth, for they are a gift of your love for that which hurts, dried and brittle. Soothe your gaze and walk along the path softened with rain. Breathe out your tightly wound fronds and cast the ease of shade onto those who wander beneath your canopy. Share the abundance you have gained, but do not give away your life to darkness and peril in deep caves where no light may shine your way. Do not frighten your roots from reaching out and intertwining with the forest, the other ferns are here for you for when you fall, breathing life into the forest, that sits upon the hill, calling upon the rains. #treefern #fearanddesire #laka #lono #hapuu #rainforest