A Pele Christmas: An Encounter with a True Meaning of the Holiday
As I sat Christmas morning meditating as the dawn broke here in the middle of the vast Pacific Ocean over Hawaii, I was struck by the many faces of the Ultimate Unknown/Known Otherness (traditionally named God) that were presented to me.
There was the dawn itself, the light emerging, and then washing over me and this land.
The land. There is this land. The greenest green. The most lushest luciousness. The most life filled life bursting forth.
And then the sea. Vast. Deep. All Powerful.
I then thought of my encounter with Pele. 11 years ago, after my mom's death, I could not face Christmas in Los Angeles, so my father rented a house on the Big Island, so that our family could get away to a place that could hold us in our darkness. The Big Island can do just that, for she holds the manifestation of manifestation herself - Pele.
We took a helicopter ride to go and see her. We flew over the live volcano, a hole in the ground where we could see the most primal, elementary aspect of life on this planet - liquid rock. Its energy was like nothing I had ever encountered - RAW, UNFLINCHING CREATION right before my eyes. I was witnessing the very act of creation itself. My body/mind felt like it had been entered by a force beyond anything I could ever imagine. I knew I had seen the Ultimate Unknown/Known Otherness of LIfe itself. But then at that very same moment, I looked over at my dad, and saw that he was holding a small picture of my mom, angled so that she could see Pele too. My heart burst open with a love so huge, I had no idea that it could feel that. And in that moment I knew that human love, aching, raw, cut you in half human love was part of the same creation inside that volcano. That both these forces were equal in their ability to build something up, and to cut us in two. That the human heart is a vessel for Creation itself.
As I faced this Christmas Day without either of my parents, I was filled with the mystery of it all. I cannot know anything about where they are now, how much they are here or not here with me. All I could do was let my heart fill with the beauty and love I felt that morning as the dawn poured over me, and at the same time let it break in half and be destroyed by the loneliness I feel now that I am an orphan. And I can do this because I know that like Pele and that volcano just a few miles away from me today, Life itself will go on, move through me, you and everything on this planet, and my heart will rebuild itself each day in little ways that can only astonish me if I let it.
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A beautiful description of the earth's recycling process. And still more proof that it'll still be spinning
when we humans have moved along. For me the best part of the story was George holding Brenda's photo so she could see the action, once again proving his thoughtfulness.
Yes. Like I have said before - his capacity to love was huge.
Kelly,
You are a poet in all things you convey. It is a pleasure to read your thoughts and feelings committed to print.
Thank you.
Protagonia,
Thank you.
And thanks for being part of it all.
Thank you giving me this
reminder of how wonderfully healing the earth and the human spirit can be. It was a lovely way to start my day. Well, that and my big mug of coffee. :)
You rock.
Cheers.
Wow ... so glad I found your articles. Look forward to reading them. They take me to another place.
Don
Don,
Thank you. That made my day.
Kelly
Kelly, I don't want to say much, just "thank you" for giving me this tonight.
And thank you for giving it right back.
Kelly
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