I want to share a little bit about the man I love. His name is Robert, but my late brother Cliff gave him the Hawaiian name Lopaka. I call him My Cherokee Man or I call him Lopaka. Mostly I call him 'my love' for that is what he is.
Recently I posted this photo of the coral pieces he found and how he placed them on our railing and they formed the word “love”. I had more likes from that post on Facebook than I did from many others I posted. Could it be that the human heart can feel the energy of such things and even the energy of the person who created the simple arrangement? For surely something happened to have that strong response...
Lopaka has a beautiful and sensitive heart. He is kind and good and giving. He has integrity. My family and friends love him because he puts out such an authentic energy of a man with a good heart. What most people don’t know is that he suffered unspeakable abuse as a child. Yet he turned out to be such a magnificent human being.
I have pondered this much and sat in silence with questions of how some humans turn out like him and others turn into serial killers! There are probably a multitude of reasons one could speculate, but in the end this is what I believe: Two very major things happened in his life.
1. When his biological mother gave birth to him and his twin sister, and then died an hour after his birth, she gave him her mana, what we Hawaiians refer to as Spiritual Energy. She lives in his beautiful heart like a candle in the dark... she glows. She is his quiet strength and the wisdom from his heart he has learned to listen to... so love would be more powerful than hate.
2. At 14 years old when he couldn’t take the abuse anymore and he ran away from home, Robert made a decision that determined the outcome of his life. His decision was that he wasn’t going to be like the ones who abused him. He became the opposite. And it wasn't easy to transmute all that hate and anger and pain, but he did.
He is My Cherokee Man, son of his Cherokee Mother. Could it be that some of the power of a mother’s love is in those coral pieces? I wonder...
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