As the months of death and destruction continued on, I became more and more hungry to understand Ea. Ea is sometimes translated at sovereignty. But at its root, Ea means life. It means to rise. It means breath, and to breathe. All living things have Ea. Ea is the melody of a song when sung. Ea is the bubbling up of a new spring through the soil. Ea is not static—it is not a status to possess or something externally recognized. Ea is a practice, a way of living and moving with the world. Ea comes first from ʻāina and then through us.
In the face of a genocidal entity emboldened by its own internationally recognized sovereignty, I hungered for examples of Ea that would be distinct from the political aspirations of sovereignty. I needed to better understand how it was cultivated, and how people might continue to practice it even under the most unlivable conditions.
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