If you have ever been to Hana, well, you just know – know that you have stumbled upon a cherished piece of a bygone era. Authentic and unspoiled. Harsh and delicate. Peaceful. Tranquil. Precious.
The Japanese translation of Hana is flower blossom; in Arabic, bliss and happiness; in Albanian, moon; in Korean, it means number one, and in Hawaiian, Hana means craft or work. And to know the Hawaiians, the two go hand in hand. As the world goes around, the meaning of Hana is all those things.
Being so very isolated Hana has been able to ward off urban sprawl and “progress.” When you finally arrive after the long, twisted, and sometimes treacherous journey, with the layers of life’s frustrations and concern peeling away at each and every turn, you are left with the essence, the essence that is Hana.
Natural unparalleled beauty, Hana’s waterfalls, black, white, and red sand beaches, freshwater pools, and magical green vistas are the backdrop to the magnificent ocean blue. The flora and fauna of Hana breathes and comes to life with each passing rain squall.
Georgia O’Keefe spent some time in Hana back in the ’30s. She was quoted, “When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around, so they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.” The art she created during her stay in Maui is some of the most stunning of her collection. The simplicity of her work is in perfect tune to the harmony that is Hana.
As our world gets smaller and smaller, and time marches on, I can only hope that Hana remains true to its meaning in every language.
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Hana
October 27, 2019
My name is exactly spelt hana and I never knew there was a place in China which was named hana.wow
Jay Roberts
July 13, 2020
Info only. In 1947, while dumping trash behind our families quarters on Guam, I discovered what looked like a lava rock memorial. I asked a Guamanian fellow student what it was and he said “ tau tau mana”. I told him I didn’ Understand Chamorro and he said: it is a sacred place for the ancients.