The life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness.
The Hawai'i State Motto is written on our garden classroom "chalkboard," a large dry erase board. We practice saying it together and talk about what the words mean every class. One Garden Agreement we operate by is that a student has used her or his time well if they have done something to give back, to be righteous with the land. That could mean anything from digging a hole or journaling a thoughtful insect sketch; time is used well if they were pono with each other, but specifically with the land. Back in school after holiday, I am reminded about my faith in the next generation. Maybe its the persiverance in the beads of sweat dripping down the determined six year old faces of four boys working together to dig up "the biggest rock in the world" when there are piles of rocks around. Or the respect in the actions of a sixth grade girl directing peers around a golden green chrsylis dangling from a shelf. The kids get pono. And land. And a connection between the two.
Krista Joan says:
My mission is to teach, train, and testify in resistance to the white supremacy of my ancestors. My personal choices are political, powerful, and practical. Let's trash waste.