Molten Pele, oozing magma, burning forest into smoke along the way; raging Ana, gusting wildly, turning windsongs into Rage Against Foul Play; both approaching, growing closer, like sister goddesses expressing their dismay; toward the people, their greed and violence, raping innocence, now the time has come to pay.
Hawaii’s Puna District, nestled rurally into the Big Island’s lower East Side; still picking up the pieces from Iselle’s stormy August visit; braces itself for the arrival of volcanic obsidian from the northwest and hurricane winds from the southeast. Like a lava-breathing celestial dragon, she flows and slows, flows and slows; inching closer to the houses, stores, and roads. In and out, watch her spout, and where she stops, nobody really knows. Meanwhile, back at the branch, Latitude 14.1N x Longitude 150.3W, excitement brews and bubbles, grows and blows.
Perched on a front row seat to the sunrise, in my castle by the sea, I await, with open arms, that which will be. Having experienced more than 20 traumas in my life, each with its benefits, I now welcome them, like friends, to help me see. Acceptance of what happens, whether pleasurable or painful, opens doors to understanding; it is the key. Of course I do not want to suffer needlessly, but if pain serves a purpose; or if it has already occurred; we can’t avoid it, but we can smile and set it free.
It seems like ana now plans to visit our neighbors to the South and West, and that Pele is breathing in; so a passionate kiss and day of peace bring sweet release.
If you have the time, please let me know which of my articles you like the most, and whether or not you enjoy listening to my original music with the posts. I have three different writing styles; professional, philosophical, and creative; and sometimes struggle pursuant to which one would best apply. I like the creative style the most, with its belletristic corridors, but want the content to be read and understood. So, as the pulchritudinous passages embroider rhythms on the sunset, and sunshine splashes rainbows through your smile; give me feedback, if you can, about my style (sometimes I just can’t stop that rhyming stuff).