Akua Po at Midnight

Amazed at midnight

Words came later

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Some nights are not meant for sleeping. Sophie wondered about the Anna and the Raven, she was filled with questions something that was usually causing a night for not sleeping. The moon was 'full-ish' as the sky guy liked to say. Her Ancestors took care of that detail by recognizing there are four full moons. 

"Place specific! All the people who have noticed how everything is connected know that what is true is observed again and again and again. The stories, what people notice are passed along."

"Passed along where?" Lei'ohu held her grandmother's hand but pulled at the same time to see how her shadow changed in the moon light.

"What's specific?" Kikepa held to words wanting meaning. She leaned into her grandmother's side looking at the old woman's face that was amazed at the brilliance of the moon.

Sophie answered Lei'ohu by gently rubbing the little red-head on the top of her head, "First the stories come through here. Your lolo. Like Mahina's light, tonight she is giving us a chance to see the trees and the orchard and the everything in the moon's time. We're making our own story tonight. You'll remember it coming in through your lolo. Later, the story will go inside you ... maybe finding a nice place in your chest (Sophie tapped her own chest, then that of her grand-daughter). Or maybe the story will swirl around in your opu, your belly and make noises when you get hungry and the moon is full like tonight." 

Kikepa, the serious, crinkled her eyebrows, "Really Tutu, this story could go in here? (She was rubbing her belly and leaned even harder against her gramma's hip.)

"Stories love to find places where they can grow Kikepa. If it's story that belong to you, it will grow and you will know where to find it." 

"Tutu," Kikepa was tenacious. "What is specific?" 

"Hmmm." Sophie wasn't sure how to explain that. "I was talking about how people who watch the Moon, like us watching Hina tonight, will see the shape of her different that a tutu watching with her grand children in the city. Specific means we are here watching the moon, and your daddy if he is watching the moon might be seeing the shape of the moon different."

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean, Tutu?" Kikepa was not easily convinced, but, she trusted her grandmother and liked the sound of that word specific. It sounded like Pacific, and she loved the ocean. 

From her place the Anna observed the little band of human people. "This is exactly the right time, and these are just the right people. My people." The curiosity was mutual. It was not a night for sleeping, and yes the stories were looking for places to settle in and grow.