A Story of Hula
The more I get to know hula, the more I think I might want to dance.
Thing is, I've never considered myself a dancer.
When I was six, I quit ballet and ditched my tutu to join girls in a back room turning cartwheels and handsprings. I spent my high school years spiking volleyballs, shooting basketballs and hitting softballs. As an adult, I gravitated to golf and, then, paddling outrigger canoes. "Grace" is not my middle name.
But since moving to Hawaii nearly 14 years ago and getting to know hula a little more as each month tears off the calendar, I am starting to entertain the idea of joining a halau (troupe). I think what gets me is the sacredness that hula practitioners exhibit in their skill. As they extend their arms and reach their hands my way, I feel inexplicably drawn to their story. In a way, it's like I'm being hypnotized. Or I'm falling down a rabbit hole and entering another realm.
Please enjoy this newly-produced video about hula. In it, two kumu hula (master teachers) tell us their story of hula--what it is, what it means to them and why it might be so captivating.
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