Tradition

My eldest son is graduating from high school this week. I’m sitting here in California, weaving ti leaf leis. It is bringing back memories of learning and weaving ti leaf leis in my “Hawaiian Auntie’s” garage, so many years ago now, when I was a teenager. I lived on the island of Kaua’i for half of my life.

It got me thinking about traditions, as I was weaving a traditional Hawaiian lei. A ti leaf lei and giving a lei is not part of my born traditions. And yet, some Hawaiian culture and the islands are definitely now and forever part of me.

Some of my earliest memories are of sitting in my Ukrainian Grandmother’s kitchen in Canada, eating borscht and perogies. But, despite that being part of my born heritage, weaving a lei feels more part of me. (Although, Russia invading Ukraine does feel a bit personal, but I haven’t been to the Ukraine either.)

In fact, if I think about it, I probably have more adopted cultures than what I was born into, mainly Canadian and European descent. I have Chinese Buddhist culture now part of me, from learning about Chinese medicine and Qi gong. Also, I have Sri Lankan and Indian cultures weaved into my being.

I called my youngest daughter over while I was weaving the leis and asked her if she wanted to learn how to make a lei. All of my children were born in Hawaii, so I wanted her to learn. I’m passing on a little Hawaiian tradition, despite not being Hawaiian.

I just found it interesting, of things that become part of your being. You are born as one thing, and life’s experiences will add or change parts of your being.

Parts of Kaua’i still feels like home, even though it’s changed so much in the last 30 years. That got me wondering. Do you leave part of yourself behind when you leave a place that meshes with you? It’s more of a feeling when you go back to a place, than a bunch of memories that are resurfaced. A lot of cultures, and some scientists, believe that we are just energy. Do parts of our energy get infused throughout our lives?

Oddly enough, the place that I feel like I’m drawn to, is Japan. I’ve never been to Japan, but I feel connected to there. I flew over Japan on my way back from India a few years ago. We flew right by Mount Fuji, and I could feel myself being pulled. I hope to make it there someday. Maybe I was Japanese in my last life? I don’t know, I hope you enjoyed my random thought of the day.