Aumakua maiOh ancestors of the past come to thy breath,
The eyes of my son are like a burning torch,
Glowing like the red-hot kukui nut,
It is the last flame in the burning fire I come to see.
Na Puuhonua: The Heaping Place of Refuge
After reaching Honaunau, we wandered through the ruins of the Puuhonua, following upon the ancient pathways of our ancestors. Tiamanu--who I came to see as my lifeline back into the world of light--walked quietly and patiently just a few steps behind me, yet I could sense that many superstitions were weighing heavily on her mind. I was free of their influence...