Last Friday I had the privilege of meeting this sweet lady, Auntie Bobbee. She arrived late in her wheelchair and was placed at a back table by staff as my fellows church members and I circled the room to meet these wonderful kupuna. There was an open seat next to her that had my name all over it! If you know me at all, I enjoy going from zero to “where were you born” and everything in between in a matter of minutes. History has always fascinated me, and so do people, so I was in my zone. A happy place, if you will.
So, back to Bobbee, who was born a Barbara, and thought there were way too many of those and she changed her name to Bobbee. Originally from Boston, she made her way to Colorado, married a Hawaiian and eventually settled in Honolulu with him. I thought, “What a sweet feisty lady, I like her”. Guys, it turns out auntie is small kine BIG deal. She pointed to the woman’s shirt next to us and said, “oh yes, I created the Hawaiian Moon Calendar in the 60’s”.
To which I took to a quick Google search to familiarize myself with the new conversation topic change. She made this calendar by doing a lot of research and drawing it in a circular form. I asked my fellow blue-eyed ha’ole why she developed this. She said that there was a good friend of her husband that was a fisherman would often say, “Ole from the ocean, these are ole days, ole fish”. Ole means zero, or nothing, in Hawaiian. The ole days were a time when the fisherman would repair their nets, sharpen fish hooks, and clean their boats. They knew these days, according to the moon, did not produce fish. 3-4 days of ole kept the fisherman off the waters and the farmers away from planting the fields.
Do you have ole days? When no matter how much you fish, no matter how hard you try, the nets come up empty?
We have had a rough go in the last few weeks. Or maybe a few months. My purse was stolen, car repairs, doctors, dentist. The latest urgent care stop (there’s been too manyyy), my husband smashed his finger at church yesterday.
I feel like I’m coming up ole. On all the levels. Life’s disappoints and stresses But through this precious kapuna wahine I’m reminded that these are the days to repair the nets and sharpen the hooks. To get prepared to go fishing again. In John 21 the disciples had been fishing all night and caught no fish. Nothing, ole. As morning came the resurrected Jesus stood on the shore.
“Then at dawn, Jesus was standing there on the shore, but the disciples didn’t realize that it was him! He called out to them, saying, “Hey guys! Did you catch any fish?” “Not a thing,” they replied. Jesus shouted to them, “Throw your net over the starboard side, and you’ll catch some!” And so they did as he said, and they caught so many fish they couldn’t even pull in the net!” John 21:4-6
There is value in the ole, there is rest, there is refocus, and that’s when God speaks to tell us what to do next. He instructed the disciples to try a new side of the boat, in doing so they so much fish they feared the nets would break! I’m thankful that my portion is not zero, that God promises me. “Lord, I have chosen you alone as my inheritance. You are my prize and my portion. I leave my destiny and its timing in your hands.” Psalm 16:5
I’m forever grateful for this interaction with Auntie Bobbee, that I took the time to ask and to listen in the ole.