Ohana

Ohana is the Hawaiian word for “family,” but in a “derestricted” sense.  Your Ohana is a group of people you didn’t really choose, similar to your biological family, but they are definitely family.  Soul family can be a way to say it.

I am learning very experientially the meaning of this word.  I am learning that I’ve met many members of my Ohana through the years without necessarily knowing it. I know who you are, though.  Some of you do, too.

When I moved to Oahu I met the man I unknowingly came here to meet within a week and a half. (One of them, anyway). To the outside it could look a bit sketchy maybe, because we decided that evening that I’d be living in his house for at least a couple months. And even though we both had our questions about our respective sanity, it wasn’t really a choice. We are here to do some good work together.  It feels like we started it years ago, and by years, I mean lifetimes. Even when my mind starts asking questions or making statements about the feasibility of it all, nothing has ever felt wrong about this. The keyword is felt.

This goes for both of us. He, too, feels like it’s just the natural progression of things. We are helping each other mutually and we are both all the better for it.  I spoke once of my belief that in a world, 1+1=2, but in my world, 1+1>or=3. There’s the 1, there’s the other 1, and then there’s whatever the combination of the two is, and maybe there’s also whatever the combination of the two create.  The possibilities are infinite.

Getting back to Ohana, as strange as it may seem that he and I should get along so well and easily, openly, honestly and lovingly, we just do. It’s not like we’re choosing to get along because we’re family and we have to–is more like we have to be family because of the way we fit together. We look forward to sharing our projects and light and love with the world, each individually as well as the product of whatever or collaborations may be.

Aloha!