A Song, A Dance, and A Hunch: My Journey to Hula
If you attend my prenatal yoga classes you learn a simple hula to accompany Ra Ma Da Sa Sa Say So Hung, a chant of healing and loving-kindness.
My intent is not to create a new and trendy lineage of yoga but to share a tool that can cultivate open-hearted presence, encourage optimal baby positioning, and enhance the flow of endorphins.
In my personal practice yoga and hula are intimately intertwined, as they are integral aspects of my svadharma, of my kuleana.
Here’s a peek into my journey to hula.
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Kumu Patrick, our hula teacher, asks us to adorn the border of our skirts in preparation for our first performance. The imagery must be Hawaiian and must also reflect meaningful aspects of our personal journey.
A single idea explodes into several pages of sketches drawn at our dining room table.
I am compelled to share the story of how I was first called to hula to the present. It would be reasonable to assume that the journey from Point A to Point B is a short one — call hula school and register. But my path to hula isn’t so simple. The Universe has other plans for me.
Sixteen years elapse before I don my first pā’ū and attempt my first kāholo. What could possibly delay this journey nearly two decades? And for what reasons?
Only in hindsight am I able to see clearly and to know without question.
And, as we say in hula…
Ha’ina ‘ia mai ka puana. The story is told.