I stay pau.
A couple of years ago, I told the story of my brother Kelan who brought me a nice, round pōhaku from Kaʻena Point after I bragged at a family gathering about wanting to make a poi pounder.
I worked on it, on and off, for at least 2 years, smacking one rock against another in my backyard. Progress was slow, but it did progress. It took shape slowly, between long, stagnant periods in its development.
One day, I decided that the shape was about right, and that if I left it out in my yard much longer, some opportunistic thief might happen by and help themselves to my pōhaku, so I picked up the pace.I got out some of the pieces of coral which I had harvested from Hale‘iwa Beach Park and began rubbing the pōhaku with it, as with sandpaper. I had learned this from Kana‘i Dodge, who I found one day teaching Kamehameha 6th graders how to make ‘ulumaika rolling stones. Well, a few days of vigorous rubbing produced a fairly nice finish on my roughly-shaped pōhaku.
My son, Alex, had learned to make olonā-style cordage while spending summers at Bishop Museum. He takes raffia — the stuff used as a fancy ribbon to tie up gift packages and craft projects — and twists it, a few strands at a time, into a twisted multi-strand cord. I took one of his cords and added it to my pōhaku.
And here, folks, I declare My Pōhaku Pau. See for yourselves!
This is the first “real” post in my new WordPress blog. I’ll be trying to import somehow all my old posts from the old blog, when I have the chance. It’s a manual process, so don’t hold your breath. — Blaine