#Hawaiian Plumeria Flowers

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Hawaiian flower - Frangipani (Plumeria) ☀️

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Plumerias surfing the waves in Hawaii!

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Flower power on Lei Day… Aloha from paradise and let’s get caught up in the spirit! 🌸🌊🌺🌴

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[jisokai]

About Hawaiian Ace, I think of him a lot now thanks to that post, it makes me believe his mom is Hawaiian and somehow I can totally see that as a thing.

Now imagine him dancing to He Mele No Lilo with his mom.

Omg yes please join my Hawaiian Ace train. I'm so glad people can see my vision 🙏

YES Rouge's little flower is exactly what made me think of her as Hawaiian (doing some mental gymnastics for the skin tones here 😭🖐️ although it could be a 'born but not ethnically' sort of deal, or maybe she's half and got all the recessive genes (<- me projecting my own mixed race identity LOL)). I immediately read it as a hibiscus. And I keep thinking Ace's flower would be plumeria (more mental gymnastics bc they aren't native to Hawaii but... COME ONNNN they're the flames of the sun !!!!!! 😩)

And please,,, you have to stop I'm gonna cry. Lilo and Stitch is so precious to my heart and Ace is the most deserving of a loving parent ever. Sobbing on my floor rn.

[sun-e-chips]

I for one would be flattered that they remembered. Hopefully they've had enough time to get rings for the 3 of us

Haha the boys don’t have any rings in the waterpark buuuuuutttttt

The park does have a large abundance of foliage and sun and moon have made it a game to sneakily place a plumeria on the left side of y/n’s hat! (A flower behind the left ear symbolizes that someone is married in Hawaiian culture)

Eventually y/n catches onto their teasing and starts checking their hat regularly but sun and moon always seems to find a way to sneak that pretty little flower back into its place :)

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Series 9 Post 11: I know some of you have been waiting for it, but others are lying to themselves. (?)

Okay, jokes aside here is this adorable chic and sci-fi-loving little wolf~.

The flower I paired with her is Frangipani or Plumeria flower and symbolizes beauty and simplicity, but also romantic love.

In some cultures it represents the connection with the spirit world and lost loved ones.

The inhabitants of the Hawaiian Islands create garlands with these flowers, which they give as a sign of welcome and friendship to tourists.

In Asia, however, it represents immortality, good luck, peace and rebirth.

The reason is linked to its ability to bloom even after the branch it is on has been cut.

In the Maldives, frangipani is sacred and they call it “temple plant” because it is often found near temples and mosques.

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Between Two Lungs (It Was Released) (Sasha Colby x Anetra) - Athena2

Summary: Anetra weighs her options. She could try to find a doctor who will do an expensive surgery that her insurance likely won’t cover, that will remove her memories of Sasha. She could be cured if Sasha returns the feelings of love for her. Research tells her some cases have resolved by getting over the person, so she can just stop loving Sasha. The problem is, Sasha isn’t someone you can just stop loving. (Hanahaki au) A/N: So I’ve surprisingly never done a hanahaki au, though I’ve wanted to for a while. This idea popped into my head and wouldn’t leave until I wrote it. Thank you so much to Writ for encouraging me to do this when I just had one scene idea, for helping me with my mini-spiral, and for looking it over. You are truly amazing and I can never thank you enough. Please comment if you like, it means a lot!! Title from Between Two Lungs by Florence + the Machine (Also the flower info I got is from wikipedia so if anything is inaccurate please suspend your disbelief)

Anetra lays the flower on the florist’s counter. Five silky petals, dark pink with yellow at the centers. The intersection of the petals stares at her like an eye, questioning why she coughed it up last night.

“How did you get this?” The florist asks. She seems almost suspicious.

“You know what it is?” Anetra asks instead.

“Yes, it’s a plumeria. Really nice color combination, too. They don’t occur naturally here. You could try to plant one, but it’s difficult. The closest place you could get one is Hawaii.”

Anetra’s blood runs cold despite the sunny warmth of the flower. “Um, a friend brought it back for me,” she says, and then she runs out of the shop, her chest constricting with what she fears might be another flower.

A pretty pink flower that grows in Hawaii.

Well, Anetra thinks, shit.

—-

Anetra scrolls through internet entries on plumerias with shaky fingers. They’re native to Hawaii and other warm climates, and require lots of sun and warmth to thrive. Plumerias symbolize positivity, and are the flowers used in Hawaiian leis. She reads that in Hawaiian culture, they can also be worn in someone’s hair to indicate their relationship status. A plumeria over the right ear means someone is available, over the left ear means they’re in a relationship.

If Sasha had one in her hair, it would be over her left ear.

But not for Anetra.

—-

Anetra weighs her options.

She could try to find a doctor who will do an expensive surgery that her insurance likely won’t cover, that will remove her memories of Sasha. She could be cured if Sasha returns the feelings of love for her. Research tells her some cases have resolved by getting over the person, so she can just stop loving Sasha.

The problem is, Sasha isn’t someone you can just stop loving.

—-

There’s a fourth option, but she won’t think of that one.

—–

“Hey, Anetra,” Sasha greets when she gets in the door. She’s at the stove, and the scent of butter and blueberries hovers around her.

“Hi.” She clears her throat to hide the hoarseness in her voice. Just a few petals since the first flower, but her throat has been sore regardless.

“I passed this stand selling blueberries, and I really wanted pancakes, so I made breakfast for dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.” Anetra smiles despite everything. “You make the best pancakes.”

“They’re just pancakes,” Sasha says, but she can’t hide her smile.

“Yeah, and they’re the best.” Anetra joins her by the stove, holding up the plate so Sasha can add the last pancake to the steaming stack.

The pancakes go down easily, and seem to neutralize the worst of that aching weight in her chest.

——

She doesn’t know how to make herself stop loving Sasha. Honestly, she doesn’t know when she started loving her in the first place. In some ways, it seems like she’s always loved Sasha, like her heart has always known her.

They met when Marcia introduced them, and Anetra found that Sasha was every bit as beautiful as Marcia had promised. It would have been easy to hate her for that if she was anyone else. But Sasha also delivered on being just as sweet and kind as Marcia said she was. She spent hours volunteering at a trans youth center. She greeted all her friends’ problems with open arms and a listening ear, had seen countless shirts stained by tears. She would spend hours shopping with you to help you find the perfect outfit. When she went walking, peoples’ dogs ran up to her like she was some Disney princess.

When Anetra’s lease was up and the landlord was raising the rent for the renewal, Sasha said that she had an extra bedroom and would love a roommate, where Anetra learned that in addition to being beautiful and kind, Sasha could be goofy and ridiculous, would get so into her singing in the shower that she’d splash water everywhere. She made Anetra feel like they had a little family, just the two of them.

Maybe the night the first flower came up was when the love officially started. Nothing special happened that night. They made dinner together and folded clothes with the TV on in the background, and Sasha was so tired she accidentally put on one of Anetra’s sweatshirts, then went to bed early. Anetra intended to follow her, only to end up hunched over the garbage can with a weird tickle in her throat. She expected to throw up, only to cough, chest constricting in pain, until a flower tumbled on top of the tissues in the garbage, bright pink shining against the white.

Plumerias take a long time to grow. Maybe the seeds were planted from the moment they met, nourished by Anetra’s love, and that night was just the first bloom.

—–

The first day Anetra coughs up two flowers at once—gasping for breath, clutching to the sink with white knuckles—is the same day she gets home and finds Sasha wrapped in a blanket on the couch, wine glass in hand, eyes red even though she’s not crying anymore.

“What’s wrong?” Anetra is next to her in an instant, eyes searching for ways she could be hurt, any tell-tale signs of what’s wrong—

“Leah and I broke up,” Sasha says quietly. “It was mutual. We just—things just weren’t working. I don’t think we were right for each other, deep down.”

In some perfect fantasy rolling in Anetra’s head, Sasha would lean over and give her a kiss and confess the love that would save Anetra, take away the flowers killing her from the inside. Instead, Sasha stays where she is, her shoulders drawn tight, and Anetra aches, aches for the hurt Sasha is feeling. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t think so. I usually know my feelings, but I don’t…I don’t know what I need or what I’m feeling right now. Everything just feels confused and messy.” Sasha sighs and begins playing with her hair, one of her only nervous habits.

“I think it’s normal to be confused about feelings sometimes. Especially after a breakup.” Anetra has never been as good with emotions or words as Sasha is. Sometimes she thinks too long about how exactly she wants to say something, and it grows too late. Sometimes she avoids her own emotions so long that she doesn’t know what to do when someone has them out on their sleeve. “How about a hug?” Anetra asks, because she knows her arms are always enough.

Sasha nods. Anetra opens her arms, and Sasha sinks into them. She pulls Sasha to her chest, her head settling right over the flowers burning in her lungs.

—–

All things considered, they aren’t the worst flowers she could be coughing up. They’re not anything huge like sunflowers; the petals grow to about four inches in length. They’re soft and rounded, no hard roots or vines, no thorns like roses would have. They’re often used in perfume and carry a sweet, fragrant scent, usually the first thing Anetra notices when her head stops spinning and she can breathe again. It figures that even in this sickness, Sasha is still making things as easy as she can for her.

Plumeria leaves are thick and leathery and can grow up to a foot long. Anetra is hoping the sickness applies only to flowers.

—–

Anetra had thought, in some desperate way, that it would get better now that Sasha was single. Now that there’s a chance of her returning Anetra’s love, however small it might be. It seemed like a blessing from the universe for her to magically become available. Instead, it gets worse. The dizziness, the constant shaking in her hands. The squeezing in her chest that takes longer to go away. It gets worse, because Sasha isn’t in a relationship that’s keeping her from loving Anetra. Now, Sasha’s out of her relationship, and she still doesn’t love Anetra. There’s no excuse any more, no rationale. Sasha just doesn’t love her, and that’s it. That plumeria shifted from Sasha’s left ear to her right, but it’s done nothing to ease the pain blooming inside Anetra.

Just being around her is starting to hurt, a fist squeezing around her chest. Just seeing her smile is starting to rob Anetra of more and more breath, like the flowers are growing in response to the sun that is Sasha.

She’s done her best to hide it around Sasha and her observation skills, smothering her coughs and hiding the pain. It’s tempting, sometimes, to tell her the truth, let Anetra’s feelings blossom like the flowers, and see if Sasha returns them. But it would be worse to know for sure. To be outright rejected, and have that option struck from the cure list.

One night they’re getting dinner ready and her throat is on fire, tingling with flowers ready to emerge. She runs to the bathroom and just has time to get the water running as a cover before she bends over and surrenders herself to the porcelain.

The flowers taste bitter on the way up, though still tinged with that sweet scent. Three flowers land in the sink; the most in one go so far. Red this time, a dark, angry red. She’s wondering if the flowers normally change colors when she realizes the red is dripping off the petals and turning pink in the water, that the bitter taste is still in her mouth.

Blood.

She waits for the spinning to stop and lifts her head. Blood drips down her lips to her chin, the red dark and scary against her face that’s about as pale as the sink. It makes her look like a vampire in some horror movie, and she would laugh if it didn’t hurt so bad.

“Everything okay?” Sasha asks when she gets back, throat raw and mouth still bitter even after rinsing.

“Yeah.” It doesn’t even sound like a lie. “Thought I had something stuck in my throat, you know? Figured you didn’t want to watch me hack up a lung in the kitchen.”

“Definitely not, thank you.”

Funnily enough, Sasha does always like to have flowers in the kitchen. The lack of oxygen must be getting to Anetra’s head, because part of her wonders if Sasha would want flowers that tore her insides apart, that would drip blood all over the counters.

—-

There’s no conclusive report on how long the disease lasts. An average seems to be about three months, but some people manage for a year. Anything longer is practically unheard of.

Anetra’s done taekwondo most of her life. If there’s one thing she has, it’s stamina and endurance. The ability to continue on through soul-deep rejection and bone-deep exhaustion and pain.

In other words, those flowers are going to have to work for it.

—–

One morning she wakes with the sheets kicked to the bottom of the bed, sweat soaking the collar of her T-shirt. Her whole body is on fire. Her cheek burns against the pillow, but the worst is the burning in her chest, unrelenting no matter which way she turns. There’s no way she can do anything but lay here today, and she texts Sasha to say that she’s sick.

There’s a knock on the door not a minute later, because of course Sasha is too good, too caring, to not at least check on her. “Anetra, can I come in?”

“Yeah.” It’s faint, scratching at her throat, but she doesn’t have the strength to be louder.

“I just wanted to see if you need anything before I go—shit, you’re really sick.” Sasha’s hand rests on her forehead, and the flowers twitch inside. Having Sasha this close is like being near a fireplace, and she’s already in flames. Anetra winces, and Sasha tears her hand away. “Your fever feels really high. Are you sure you’re okay? I can stay home if you want.”

“‘M’ fine.”

“Do you want Tylenol?”

“Please.”

A minute later, Sasha is back with two pills and a glass of water so cold it makes Anetra’s teeth chatter. The pills burn her throat, and it makes her cough violently into her arm. Sasha rubs her back through the coughing fit, and Anetra just prays that a flower doesn’t come up, because if Sasha sees her coughing up a flower, her concern might finish Anetra off right here.

“Text me if you need anything, okay?” Sasha lays a washcloth on her forehead. It’s cold, but it does nothing to tame the fire burning through her.

“I will.”

“Get some sleep. It’ll make you feel better.”

Anetra holds her breath as the burning worsens, waiting for the door to close—then the garbage can is in her hands as she spits blood and flowers into it. One of the flowers has a thin stem attached now, like it’s coming from deeper inside her.

The day passes in a haze. Pink flowers. Red blood. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. She can’t tell the difference between reality and dreaming, because even her sleep is just a blur of color like a watercolor painting. The scent of the plumerias follows her there too. Anetra stares at the ceiling and tries to breathe through the pain winding around her chest. She imagines the plumerias knotting themselves into a lei around her ribcage, squeezing her bones in a noose of sweet flowers.

In the heat pouring off her skin, the day melts around her. Finally, after what feels like both hours and years, there’s a knock at the door, and Sasha’s voice. “Are you hungry? I brought soup. It’s your favorite, from that Puerto Rican restaurant you told me about.”

Sasha comes in with a takeout container and a spoon. The restaurant is one Anetra mentioned maybe twice, half an hour out of the way of Sasha’s commute, and Anetra can no longer tell if the heat in her face is from the illness or her love. They’re one and the same, aren’t they? She manages to eat the soup, and when she coughs up three more flowers that night, the soup somehow stays down.

—–

“Do you think this is okay for a coffee date?” Sasha asks, smoothing her orange blazer.

“It’s perfect. You—you always look perfect,” Anetra manages around her dry throat, tingling with that feeling that’s become too familiar.

“Even in my pajamas with the french fries on them?” Sasha teases.

“Especially then.” Anetra forces a smile as Sasha leaves.

Anetra manages until she’s out the door, but then she can’t even get to the bathroom before she doubles over, squeezing her eyes shut against the gray spots darkening her vision. Sweat runs down her neck, a return of that fever from before. She coughs and coughs in the living room, the flowers fluttering down at her feet. But something feels wrong—wronger than the wrong that’s been plaguing her for seven months.

She tentatively reaches toward her mouth and feels something much thicker than the flowers, and her stomach drops as she pulls at it. She pulls until she feels completely raw and empty, like she ripped all her insides out, until she sinks to her knees in a shuddering heap.

In her trembling hand is a plumeria leaf the length of her forearm, spring green and streaked with violent red.

She has to be reaching the end, then. There’s simply no way her lungs can take that many more leaves sprouting inside, the love taking deeper and deeper root by the day. She imagines plumeria branches bursting through her skin, turning her into a tree that managed to survive where it shouldn’t have solely because of love.

Her movements are slow as she cleans up the flowers. She doesn’t count them, but there’s enough for a floral arrangement. She buries them in the kitchen garbage when the door suddenly opens, and it’s enough to jolt Anetra back into the world a bit.

“Sasha?” she asks in disbelief. “What are you doing back so soon?”

“I need to talk to you.” Her jaw is tight in that way it gets when she’s tense or nervous, and Anetra immediately ushers her to the couch.

Sasha takes a breath. “So, I left, and then I stood in the lobby for ten minutes, trying to talk myself into going on the date. But I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t go through with it because…because I realized I’d just be thinking of you the whole time. Because I love you.”

Tears flood Anetra’s eyes, and she loses what precious little breath she has left. When Sasha wipes the tears, she thinks her rib cage might be expanding to make room for the branches.

“I think that’s why it didn’t work with Leah. Why I felt so weird about it later. I think I’ve loved you all along, and it just…it took me a while to realize it. I think it took so long because in some ways, it feels like I’ve always loved you, you know?” Sasha takes another breath, rubbing her knee. “Anyway, maybe you don’t—”

“No,” Anetra says quickly. She needs to get her words right, and she needs to do it now, before she sprouts branches. “I understand what you mean. The truth is, I feel the same way. I love you too. I have for a long time.” Maybe it’s her imagination, but she swears the air in the room gets lighter, gets into her lungs easier. She hadn’t realized just how hard she’d been fighting for every breath lately, until she takes her first unobstructed one.

“You’re not just saying that?” Sasha asks softly.

Anetra takes her hand and squeezes with whatever strength she has. There’s no way she can let Sasha doubt her. Not when Anetra’s love for her nearly tore her apart. “I’m not just saying that. I love you, Sasha. I really do. I love you when you flood the bathroom dancing in the shower. I love your laugh and your smile and everything about you.”

“I love you too.” Sasha throws her arms around Anetra, and the tightness around Anetra’s chest isn’t painful anymore; now it’s coming from Sasha’s embrace, not the ring of plumerias. She can feel her chest lightening, like the flowers are dissolving, can feel that faint dizziness always hovering at the edges of her vision clearing itself up. It wasn’t too late. She’s still here. She’s still here, and she’s going to give Sasha the love that burned inside her for so long.

“Give me one second,” Anetra says. She runs to the kitchen and uncovers one of the plumerias. It’s the only one that somehow avoided her blood, and she carries it back to the living room.

“Anetra, how did you get that?”

“Please don’t ask.” Anetra takes the flower and gently slides it above Sasha’s left ear before pulling her into another embrace.

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Discover the Enchanting World of Hawaiian Flower Names 🌺

Discover the Enchanting World of Hawaiian Flower Names 🌺

Aloha, flower enthusiasts and nature lovers! 🌴🌸

Hawaii, with its lush landscapes and vibrant culture, is a paradise not only for your soul but also for your senses. One of the most magical aspects of Hawaii is its stunning array of flowers, each with a unique name and story. So, let's embark on a fragrant journey and learn about some of these Hawaiian flower names that will make you smile and sigh with wonder!

🌼 Plumeria - Known as "Melia" in Hawaiian, plumeria flowers are the epitome of tropical beauty. Their sweet fragrance and vibrant colors often grace leis, adding a touch of elegance and charm.

🌸 Hibiscus - Meet the "Hibiskus" in Hawaii! This iconic flower is not just a pretty face; it's the state flower of Hawaii. With its bold and showy petals, it's no wonder it's a symbol of beauty and hospitality.

🌺 Bird of Paradise - The "Laua'e" flower, as Hawaiians call it, resembles the vivid plumage of a bird in flight. Its striking appearance makes it a favorite in tropical floral arrangements.

🌻 Pua Aloalo - Also known as the "Hawaiian hibiscus," the Pua Aloalo boasts a dazzling range of colors and represents the seven main Hawaiian Islands.

🌹 Pikake - A fragrant gem, Pikake, or "jasmine" in English, is often used in making perfumes and lei. Its sweet scent will transport you to a fragrant paradise.

🌷 Lehua - The Lehua blossom, or "Ohia Lehua," is sacred in Hawaiian culture. Its bright red color symbolizes the fiery volcanic goddess, Pele.

🌾 Maile - Although not a flower, the Maile vine is vital in Hawaiian traditions. It's used to make beautiful, fragrant leis, symbolizing love and respect.

🌿 Orchids - Orchids, known as "Okika" in Hawaiian, come in countless varieties and colors. Their exotic allure is a true testament to Hawaii's diverse flora.

🌱 Ti Leaf - The Ti Leaf, or "Ki," is a symbol of good luck and protection in Hawaiian culture. It's often used in ceremonies and for wrapping food.

So there you have it, a glimpse into the world of Hawaiian flower names! These names are not just words; they're a connection to the rich culture and natural beauty of Hawaii.

Feel free to share your favorite Hawaiian flower name or let us know if you'd like to learn more about any of these floral treasures. 🌺🌿🌸

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Hawaiian Lei Greeting: A Timeless Tradition & Travel Guide for First-Timers

Hawaii, the Aloha State, is famous for its stunning landscapes, warm hospitality, and unique traditions. One of the most cherished customs in Hawaiian culture is the lei greeting, a warm and symbolic way to welcome visitors, celebrate special occasions, and express love and respect. If you're traveling to Hawaii for the first time, experiencing a lei greeting can be a memorable way to start your journey. In this guide, we’ll explore the history and significance of the lei, different types of leis, where to get them, and tips for first-time visitors.

The History and Significance of the Hawaiian Lei

The tradition of the Hawaiian lei dates back centuries to the Polynesians, who brought the custom with them when they first settled in Hawaii. Leis were originally made from natural materials such as shells, feathers, and bones, along with flowers and leaves. Over time, leis became a symbol of hospitality, friendship, honor, and celebration.

Hawaiian royalty, called ali’i, adorned themselves with elaborate leis to display their status. Leis were also exchanged during religious ceremonies, hula dances, and special events. Today, leis remain a universal symbol of Hawaiian culture and are given to visitors as a sign of Aloha spirit—Hawaii’s famous hospitality and love.

Types of Hawaiian Leis

Leis come in many different forms, each with its own meaning and significance. Here are some of the most popular types of Hawaiian leis:

1. Fresh Flower Lei

Made from fragrant flowers like plumeria, orchids, pikake, and tuberose.

Commonly given to greet visitors at the airport or hotels.

Used for celebrations such as weddings, birthdays, and graduations.

2. Maile Lei

Made from maile leaves, a native Hawaiian plant.

Traditionally worn by Hawaiian royalty and used in special ceremonies.

Often given at weddings and graduations to symbolize honor and respect.

3. Kukui Nut Lei

Made from polished kukui nuts strung together.

A durable alternative to flower leis, commonly worn by men and hula dancers.

Symbolizes enlightenment, protection, and peace.

4. Shell Lei

Made from delicate seashells, often found on the island of Ni'ihau.

A valuable and rare type of lei, considered a cultural treasure.

Commonly gifted as a token of appreciation or used in formal events.

5. Ti Leaf Lei

Crafted from twisted ti leaves, often worn by hula dancers and athletes.

Associated with good luck, protection, and prosperity.

Can be worn fresh or dried and is often used in spiritual ceremonies.

Where to Experience a Hawaiian Lei Greeting

If you're a first-time visitor to Hawaii, you may be wondering where to receive an authentic lei greeting. Here are the best places to experience this heartwarming tradition:

1. Honolulu International Airport (HNL)

Several companies offer pre-arranged lei greetings upon arrival.

A welcoming host will greet you with a fresh lei and take photos.

You can book a lei greeting service online before your trip.

2. Hotels and Resorts

Many luxury hotels and resorts offer lei greetings as part of their check-in process.

Some hotels provide fresh flower leis, while others may offer kukui nut leis for men.

3. Cultural Events and Luaus

Attending a luau (Hawaiian feast) often includes a lei greeting as part of the experience.

Cultural events, such as the Merrie Monarch Festival, frequently feature lei exchanges.

4. Local Flower Shops and Markets

Visit a flower market or lei stand to purchase your own fresh lei.

Some popular places include the Honolulu Chinatown Lei Stands and the Hilo Farmers Market.

Etiquette and Tips for First-Timers

When receiving a lei for the first time, it’s important to be aware of Hawaiian customs and etiquette:

Do’s

Accept the lei with gratitude. It is considered disrespectful to refuse a lei.

Wear the lei around your shoulders, not like a necklace. It should rest gently on both shoulders.

Enjoy the moment. The giving of a lei is a meaningful gesture—smile and say "Mahalo" (thank you)!

Preserve the lei if possible. Some people choose to dry or refrigerate their leis to keep them longer.

Don’ts

Never remove a lei in front of the person who gave it to you. If you must take it off, do so discreetly.

Avoid tossing the lei in the trash. Instead, return it to nature by placing it in the ocean or burying it.

Do not refuse a lei with a sour face. Even if you have allergies, accept it with appreciation and place it in your hands.

Fun Activities Involving Leis

To enhance your Hawaiian experience, try these activities centered around leis:

Lei-Making Workshops

Many cultural centers and hotels offer lei-making classes where you can create your own flower lei.

Learn the significance of different materials and weaving techniques.

Lei Day Celebration

May 1st is Lei Day in Hawaii, a statewide celebration honoring the art of lei-making.

Festivals feature music, hula performances, and lei-making contests.

Photo Sessions with Leis

Capture beautiful memories by booking a Hawaiian photoshoot while wearing a flower lei.

Many tour companies offer sunset or beach photoshoots with leis provided.

Conclusion

The Hawaiian lei greeting is more than just a welcome—it’s a heartfelt symbol of love, respect, and the Aloha spirit. Whether you receive a fresh flower lei at the airport, purchase a handcrafted kukui nut lei, or participate in a lei-making class, this tradition will leave a lasting impression on your Hawaiian adventure. By embracing the custom with gratitude and following proper etiquette, you’ll not only enhance your trip but also show appreciation for Hawaii’s rich cultural heritage.

So, on your first trip to Hawaii, be sure to say “Aloha” with a lei—and immerse yourself in this timeless tradition!

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Keep 'Em Dirty

Morning Songs

We Heard Raindrops

In The Morning

Imagined Moms

In Their Baths

We Heard Raindrops

In The Morning

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Babies In The

Bath

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Raindrops

Cooling

Plumeria

Perfumes

Tuberose Leighs

In The Breeze

Pikake

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Are The Children

Coming

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All The Planets

Aligned

We Heard Raindrops

Smelled So Good

In The Sea Breeze

Heard Raindrops

And Imagine

Mocktails

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Today

Heard Raindrops

Felt My Daughter

In My Arms

I Heard Raindrops

And Knew

Mother Nature

Is The Great

Negotiator

Of The Lord

You Want More

Of This

You Want

Mamma

To Cool Your

Flames

Asked Everyone

I Know

To Negotiate

You Want Rain Drops

In California

To Calm

The Fires

Of Inferno

You Want

Rain Drops

To Put Out

The Anti Smoke

Campaign

You Want

Rain Drops

Make Us Some

Promises

Never To Rebuild

For The Judges

Attys And

Clerks

To Blame

You Want

Raindrops

Then Give Me

Refunds

At US Bank

You Want Rain

Drops

Madam

To Fill Your Pool

You Want Rain

Drops

To Stop The Fire

Understood

You Want Rain

Drops

To Stop The War

On Terrorism

So How You

Gonna Demand

Our Rightful

Dissolution

You Want Raindrops

To Fill My Tub

You Want Rain

Drops

So You Can

Witness Another

Waterbirth

Of Buddha

You Want

Raindrops

To Cleanse

The Earth

Fire Red Sunsets

We Heard

You Want Rain

Drops

But What Will

You Give

In Return

Been Fielding

Bean Counters

Daily

Did They Get

Their Raindrops

Or Are They

Waiting

My Cyberbeast

Is Dirty

But We Like Our

Babies Natural

Our Cyberbeast

Is Dirty

But Welcome

In Encinitas

And Idyllwild

Privy

My Cyberbeast

Is Dirty

The Way We Like

Him

And Her

Our Cybertruck

Is Modelling

Nature's

Intelligence

Keep 'Em Dirty

Keep 'Em Rusty

Keep 'Em For Mom

We'll Rebirth Our

Tesla Babies

We Put In

The Grind

Keep 'Em Dirty

Keep 'Em Strong

Keep 'Em In Our

Likeness

Glorious

They're Adorable

Eloning Can

Do No

Wrong

Peace, Love, Eternally,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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