I ka nana no a 'ike ...

"By observing, one learns."- 'Olelo No'eau

In his human form Jacob wore his mana tucked in the lop-sided gait of a man with one leg shorter than the other. Two old humans in the company of two young humans watched as the Surveyor ambled to the baby blue Toyota truck. The mist of late morning dew drew a lei, a garland, around the girl's head as The Old Man walked beside her, it was after all why she was named Lei'ohu. Sophie unbuckled her seat belt, and climbed from the truck to help her grandchild. The mist above the girl's head dusted her red hair with her namesake -- 'ohu. Blinking to make sure her eyes weren't up to some trick, Sophie remembered what her astrologer had said about the twins, "These girls are visionaries with substance ... and, a strong work ethic."  Today was the New Moon in Pisces, and a Solar Eclipse. It was also Lei'ohu and Kikepa's fifth birthday.

"Tutu," Kikepa was blinking her eyes, too. "Tutu, do you know that mo'o?" Sophie was still busy with the truck's seat and the girl's seat belt.

"What was that honey girl?"

"The mo'o, coming to the truck. Do you know that mo'o?" Sophie turned to follow the little girl's outstretched arm. The morning dew, the lei'ohu was now twice as big, and as generous as some naming can be, the gift of this morning was extended to the grandmother. Her aging eyes watered as she saw a large dark skinned lizard approaching.

"Oh yes, Kikepa" Sophie's tears streamed from both eyes. "You see him? You see Mo'o Jacob?"

"Yes Tutu. He is big." The tiny girl stretched her arms as far as they would allow. The girl asked, "Does Mo'o Jacob like pancakes, Tutu?"

Sometimes answering for another, or pretending you have all the answers is dangerous territory. As the tears dripped off her chin and into the lavender shawl wrapped twice about her neck, Sophie said, "We will have to ask. I don't know."

The girl thought that was a sensible answer, and looking up she saw the tears. "More lub i cation."

~*~

This segment is written as a birthday wish for this author's mythic mo'opuna (grandchildren), as she sets her intention for dreams of  value and communication to grow 

like they (the mythic mo'opuna) grow.

A little more, here.