Madame Pele is said to make Kilauea Iki her home.
So when you walk this terrain, know that you are trespassing upon sacred land.
All may seem quiet, but just beneath the surface she rumbles and groans her displeasure at being contained.
Hawaiians know better than to disregard Pele’s ferocity.
Her anger can quickly explode into fiery bursts of magma which kills all in its path.
If you let it, the stillness will lull you into daydreaming.
The goddess of fire surrounds you.
You trespass at your own risk.
I’ve been there.
There I remain.
One with my ancestors.