Remedies from Papa Hanaumoku (Earth) and timing based on Mahina (Moon)

Hypericum Perforatum, St. Joan or St. John's Wort growing abundantly
along the Maxwelton Watershed roadside earlier this summer.
GATHERED: Mahealani

I introduced myself, and stated my purpose.
I asked permission, and waiting for a reply.

She said yes, I said thank you.
A jar of the beautiful yellow blossoms, some stalk and stems and seeds as well went into small clean jam jars. One jar contains olive oil, the other 80 proof vodka.
That tincture (in vodka) and oil began its makings at the end of June, 2015, Mahealani.

In the meanwhile, the forests have been burning. And during the 'Ole Po phases,
this was the color of Mahina through the Tall Ones

The other day, after waiting patiently for at least 6 weeks, I strained the Hypericum, after the 'Ole Pau.
STRAINED: Huna
 

and put the beautiful red oil into a jar.
BEGAN APPLICATION: Huna, Mohala, Akua 

As our 'ohana La'au Nui (the Tall of Growth Trees) burn, the effects 'turn' me into the Masked Woman.
Like Zorro, I step out of my cave occasionally 

The practice of Kilo (observation) becomes intimate for me when I apply the knowledge of moon cycles and phases to my everyday life. This summer as the climate not just changes, but, creates what many call 'climate chaos' I note the changes that take place in my body, mind, soul and spirit.

The physical difficulties trigger crazy thinking (crisis mode), I am a young soul in an older woman's body. Perhaps that is what Hale Makua means for I am a sensitive artist, and I am easily disheartened.

But, I was born into a body with the memories and aka (cords of attachment) to a very ancient Polynesian mother. There is a deep knowing of how to survive. I tap into it. These photos and these few words tell a short story of what can happen when remedies from the Plant People like Hypericum teach. The lessons come slowly. I am meant to learn lessons slowly, changing the crisis mode approach of fast from a lifetime ago's pre-disposition.

After years of learning to count on the moon through naming and knowing her faces over a month, I slowly become Mahina. Seven years. I rub the red oil from Hypericum onto my suffering body (neck and back) and take a tincture of Hypericum mixed with other Plant People to calm my body, mind and soul from the trauma and fear.

Between writing this small story, I have gone outside to chant Ka Ala awake. E Ala E.

When the tea kettle rattles, I walked to the hot plate outside bring it back fill my mug with the boiling water and dig my favorite Ancient Tea (Wild Forest Black) harvested from the Ancestral Home places of my Father and Mother -- Viet Nam, Burma. As I lifted the kettle from the hot burner I chanted Pule Ho'ululu to welcome my Ancestors and ask them for their continued guidance; I cannot and do not want to be alone.

The Masked Woman, like Zorro, had a legacy of help. I start the day and remember that.