I'm out here in North Carolina, and I'm about to spend my first Christmas ever, all alone. No ohana, no shipmates, no friends...nobody. I've got some ugly bills, money is a worry and my house is a mess as I move from my apartment to my new digs. I didn't get out any Christmas cards, either.
Plenny map hang.
But then, as I was digging through a chest to make room for more junks, I found two of these:
They were left in my trunk from my last days in Hawai'i. I held them in my hands, and suddenly started to cry. I ran into the empty bedroom and just hugged the bottle to my chest, letting the Mana flow into my sad and hurting heart. I stayed that way for a good ten minutes, just soaking up the love of Hawai'i. The bottle said, "Best before 10/12/2006, but it's still crystal clear.
I'm going to save one. I'll keep it, either for a dire emergency, or until I return. That one, I'll carry out to Kaena Point, my favorite place in Hawai'i, and make my offering in thanks for a safe return. One pour to each of the Makani 'ewalu, one to the Aina, Kai, Pukana La and Mahina.
The other, I will share with my co-workers on Christmas Eve.