Ka Hana Pono

The morning hum softens. Two girls sit cross-legged in the classroom, faces turned toward the open window. They are quiet, but not empty. You can feel their attention—alive, awake, resting gently on everything at once. This is what we mean when we talk about pono —the moment when breath, body, and heart move together. No reward chart teaches it. No adult can command it. It happens when the environment itself feels safe enough for silence to bloom. 🌿 Listening as a Way of Bei