E Pele E Pele

I must have inadvertently painted a portrait of Kamapua'a when I painted my Tiki God. Because life has suddenly become interesting on the far side of the world.

It seems Madame Pele has awakened at Halemaumau Crater – the very crater where we made our perfume offering to the goddess. There is a new gas vent, which has formed and is glowing red and incandescent at night. This is why we were warned to keep our distance (and why we obeyed.) It is the first significant activity at the summit since the early 1980’s.

Lava is flowing once more into the ocean. If only She could have done this while we were there! All we could do was offer Her perfume. (She did give us back a rainbow.)

A savage (and very respectful) chant for Madame Pele!

Chant Text (Hawaiian):

E Pele e Pele ka`uka`ulï ana
E Pele e Pele hua`ina hua`ina
E Pele e Pele `oni luna `oni luna
E Pele e Pele `oni lalo `oni lalo
E Pele e Pele a`o kuli pe`e nui

Ha`ina ka inoa no Pele la ea
Eala eala ea, a i e a

He inoa no Pele

Chant Text (English):

O Pele o Pele, moving along
O Pele o Pele, bursting forth
O Pele o Pele, moving upward
O Pele o Pele, moving downward
O Pele o Pele, creeping, hiding your big knees
In the name of Pele
Tra la la

In the name of Pele