For the past few months I have been following closely the lava event on Hawai’I Island, commonly referred to locally as the Big Island of Hawaii. Lava has had a deep effect on my inner Self from the time I witnessed in person, first hand, it’s mesmerizing nature as it flowed from an opening far up-slope and eventually emptying into the sea. I had parked my rented car along the side of the Chain of Crater Road, in Hawaii Volcano National Park, and following markers, hiked on the black crusty lava at dusk. Off in the distance the arriving twilight revealed the soft red glow emanating from the lava. To make a long story short, I did reach the flow and was rewarded by seeing just several feet away the lava as it oozed and made its way downslope. The energy surrounding this event was very real, the radiant heat very hot! And deep somewhere, my physic Self connected with this Earth….
Fast forward years later to this current event. While I have no friends or family affected by the eruption, still I am drawn to spending hours following on social media (Facebook) daily reports of its progress as it creates, destroys, reshapes and keeps those affected in a state of never knowing what will happen next. Comments from locals and from around the world express shock, dismay, sympathy, and generally express support to the victims of lava. And there are thousands that find themselves no longer with a home to go back to, or a livelihood or business to go to. In a moment, the lava changes everything, permanently.
No one yet has lost their life directly by the lava. Perhaps the heavy hand of the authorities can be credited for making sure there isn’t anyone crazy or foolish enough to linger in the danger zones. Still, suffering abounds from the newly homeless, especially those that plowed their life efforts to creating their own little heaven in Paradise, only to see it taken away. From a distance, here on Oahu, I simply observe and contemplate the reality that is playing out in Puna.
Unlike my first experience with lava, and even my second experience, this event affects me differently. I feel no desire to go to the Big Island and witness the event firsthand. No altruistic urge to volunteer or lend a helping hand. This personal observation, from the outset, I picked up early on, as a change in my normal pattern and behavior. Indeed, the thought of subjecting myself to toxic gas and Pele’s tears (those fine airborne glass particles), is a clear no thank you to me! Instead, I find myself instead, pondering and observing with new “eyes” how this mass event continues to evolve, based on the collective beliefs of all those affected.