Read by author Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar.— Isaiah 6:6 I ka ‘ōlelo nō ke ola, i ka ‘ōlelo nō ka make. In language there is life, in language there is death.— ‘Ōlelo No‘eau 1191My mom died when I was seventeen. She died in 1997, on the seventh month, the seventh day, at 7:07 in the morning. It’s a bit much, right? All those sevens.She launched like a new constellation across the sky.But seven is a good number: a magical […]
