Celebrating Christmas With Hawaiian Dancing

I was raised in a culture where dance was considered a second language. Hawaii, my first home, truly epitomizes how dance can speak to the minds and hearts of many and stir emotions of the soul. It is much more than a form of entertainment, and often will tell a story through the graceful movement of the body and hands.

The Hula was originally a part of the religious traditions in the Pacific Islands. It was used to honor and entertain royalty. Today, many of its sacred religious choreography is still danced to tell stories of their ancient chiefs and gods.  While the hula is still a very popular form of entertainment in venues all around the island, much of the dance has been redeemed to express worship to the one true God.

Every year in Hawaii, a huge event called the Merrie Monarch Festival is held to celebrate the dances of the islands. The event draws dancers from all across the country to compete for coveted trophies in each of the different forms of dance. Visitors to the islands, and residents are treated to musicians and dancers who rehearse all year-long to participate in this festival.

The costumes that are worn, are as beautiful as the dancers that wear them. The fragrant flower leis, and colorful dresses move in perfect harmony to the melodies and graceful hands of the dancers. Many observers who watch , may not understand the meaning of each motion, but yet, they are captivated by the story that is being told.


I learned to dance from a very young age. Born and raised in Hawaii, learning the music and dances was a natural part of my growing up there. Every family event, whether, birthdays, anniversaries or weddings, included music and dance. The Holidays were no exception. Christmas and New Years is always celebrated with lots of food, the music of guitars and ukuleles and beautifully arrayed hula dancers. I miss the islands at Christmas time.

My daughter, Nicole, the picture you see above, is a beautiful dancer and is part of a group of dancers who minister at the church she attends and in the community. Below is a short video of she and the group dancing at The Maui Mall. They are dancing to the song, A Maui Christmas. Nicole is in the middle of the front row.


There are many Hawaiian Christmas Songs, one of which has been heard far beyond the island borders. Perhaps you have heard of it. The name of the song is Melekalikimaka (my spell check is going crazy right now). It simply means Merry Christmas. Some of the words go like this:

Melekalikimaka, is the thing to say

On a bright Hawaiian Christmas Day,

It’s the Hawaiian greeting that I send to you,

From the land where palm trees sway.

With that, I will close with this thought, even if you may not do the hula, everyone can do a “happy dance”, so dance like no one is watching. From my family to yours, have a very Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year.

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The Resounding Multnomah Falls

I have lived in the State of Oregon for just under 4 years, and in that time, my husband and I have enjoyed venturing out and discovering some of the wonders that this region has to offer.  From the mountains to the sea, and everything between, the Pacific Northwest is rich in beauty and legends. One, in particular, draws millions to itself and is called the Multnomah Falls.

I love waterfalls, and have seen and been awed by many, but none like the beauty, power and strength you feel from the magnificent Multnomah Falls, in the Columbia Gorge region of Oregon. It is 611 feet of cascading icy waterthat you get to behold up close and personal from the Benson Bridge. The bridge was named for Simon Benson, a prominent businessman from Portland who actually owned the falls in the early 1900s. Before he died, he transferred his ownership to the USDA Forest Service. From the vantage point of the bridge you experience the top-tier of the falls and the cool mist of the water on your face.

But what intrigues me the most about this natural beauty, is the captivating legend that tells the story of the creation of the falls. The Multnomah were a tribe of Chinookan people, who lived in the Portland area in the 19th century. Legend tells us that a disease came upon the tribe’s village and many of the people were getting sick and dying. A medicine man came forth and told the Chief that he had a vision of the entire village being wiped out and the only way they could be saved is if a young maiden would sacrifice her life. Upon hearing this, his daughter, the princess, was heartbroken. Her betrothed had fallen ill, and she believed the only way to save him and the people she loved, was to sacrifice her own life. She walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped. It is told that everyone became miraculously well. When the Chief found out, he asked for a sign that his daughter did not die in vain, and the roar of water could be heard throughout the area and a silvery flow fell off the cliffs and has never stopped til this day. It is a beautiful story of love and sacrifice. One that brought salvation to and entire group of people. 

The definition of “resounding” is unmistakable, emphatic, of a sound loud enough to reverberate. When observing this awe-inspiring falls, one cannot ignore the unmistakable, emphatic roar of nature. Her voice, reverberates and demands our silence as we behold her natural beauty. I just see the beauty of God’s creation, and hear the waters cry out in praise to its creator. I see in the powerful, cascading flow of water, an outpouring of the love our heavenly father has for each one of us. 

Was there a princess? I think there was. Did she make a sacrificial leap over a 611 foot cliff? That, I am not too sure. I just know that the Multnomah Falls and all of its wonders, is a sight to behold and I thank God for it.

God Bless all of You! Please leave your comments below.

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The Legend of the Octopus Tree

Our college grandson came to visit us over the Thanksgiving holiday and though the weather here in the Pacific Northwest was not the best, we were determined to explore and share some of Oregon’s landmarks with him. We were so excited when a friend and co-worker of my husband offered us a nights stay at his beach house on the coast in Rockaway, Oregon. The Oregon coastline is so beautiful and offers many iconic landmarks, one of which we purposed to visit, at Cape Meares, called The Octopus Tree. 

The Octopus Tree, is a Sitka spruce with branches that look like giant tentacles reaching up 50 feet from its base. When first observing this tree, your mind is baffled by how it grew into this shape. There are lots of assumptions, like perhaps the constant blowing of the wind as the tree was growing. It is situated only 600 feet from the most beautiful scenic view of the ocean. Perhaps, the wind would come in from the ocean and swirl around the branches of the tree as it was growing, shaping and molding it, declaring to all who would see it that the tree belonged to the ocean and it’s breeze. Sorry, I am a hopeless romantic.

The local historians and the descendants of the Tillamook tribe, explains the odd shape of the tree as not from the wind, but from it being used as a ceremonial site and place where they would hang their canoes and ritual objects. It was a gathering place for the ceremonial rituals of this tribe. (I like my more romantic version:)

Typically, these trees would be forced downward while still flexible, and the branches would remain close to ground in a horizontal position. But when it is allowed to grow naturally, each branch will take a vertical leap skyward, creating the unusual shape we see.

The Octopus Tree is known to be about 250 years old. It was once featured in Ripley’s Believe It Or Not, and described as on of the modern Wonders of the World. It has also been dubbed, the Candelabra Tree and the Monstrosity Tree. I don’t like the latter. It is also known as the Council Tree, because of the tribe elders who would gather around it and make their tribal decisions. 

Whatever it is called, it definitely stirs wonderment in all who sees it. I personally can relate it to many different analogies. One, much like the shape of the tree, we also come in many different shapes. Sometimes, others cannot understand or even accept the differences in our shapes. We are called by many names, some of which are not very nice. And in many ways, we too can be bent and forced to take on a shape that keeps us “horizontal”, rather than be free to reach skyward and all of the potential that we were intended to have.

Not far from the Octopus Tree, stands another structure, the Cape Meares Lighthouse. It is an inactive lighthouse, built in 1890. It was actually going to be demolished in the early 60’s, but public outcry halted the plan. I, for one, am very happy about that. Lighthouses are also very symbolic to me, especially ones like this one, inactive,  still having the power to draw people to its side and admire what it once was.

One of my favorite words is Serendipity. It simply means, coming together and making “happy, chance discoveries”. Oregon offers many opportunities to do just that. I hope to be sharing more of the wonders of the Pacific Northwest. I feel blessed to live here and enjoy all of its wonderment. God Bless all of you. Please leave a comment.

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