Pele Magic Mama

Pele with radiant artist Jen Villa, owner of Little Beach Gallery, went swimmingly this evening.

Loving paradise on the edge of America at the first frontier.

Pele's Red Purging
by Pandora Peoples

Pele flows like red blood
From the moon-crater lips
Of the island peaks,
Her tresses are blackened Iliahi trees,
The bleached corals
Are fossilized milk
From her watery breasts
Giving life to the animals at sea.

Her fiery blood courses
Into the frothy waves,
A marriage of fire and water
Is celebrated by the honks
And drumming groans of the Nene goose,
She purges dormant emotions
Hidden like crabs underneath buried rocks.

A wild orchestra of rain releases pain
In droplets like musical notes from heaven,
Tapping on faces that open
Like fragrant lokelanis,
Pele cools under the beaming stars
With the breeze whistling
Through the ironwoods and banyan trees,
With sky chairs creaking in trade winds.

Spring Equinox Wedding

Eight years ago my beloved husband Raven and I got married. My mom was there to take some photos of the eventful day.

I love my man. He's most definitely had a goddess catharsis. Raven's a wonderful husband and father, plus he's my best friend.

Oh Strega Luna Smile on Me

"Oh Strega Luna shine on me
And on the seeds I sow
And let the moonbeams shine on me
And make my garden grow."
Strega Nona, by Tomie DePaola (Great kids' book!)

Spent the morning preparing many seeds for planting the way of the Russian strega Anastasia.

Tibetan Goddess Green Tara

I enjoyed working with organic gardening business owner, artist, pottery and drumming teacher Alexis Katchmar.

Persephone Emerging from Winter

My gifted model is Marisa Lynn...from this morning.....

Barefoot and Persephone

Photo shoot today with writer and contemplative psychologist Marisa Lynn

Barefoot and Persephone
by Pandora Peoples

Barefoot in Victorian lace
amid the mangled thorny briars,
brambles and vines twisted
around crestfallen trees.
Ah, the netherworld Goddess
emerging from the fleshy
deterioration of the psyche,
in ordinary madness,
full of woe,
having been torn asunder
from her mother's bosom,
having ridden into the night
with her enigmatic husband
into the dimensions of the afterlife,
the restless, the absurd, and the hopeful
amid the chaos of angels and pathfinders
writhing in a fiery dance
like twisting snakes and tethery roots.

She emerges from the Winter 'hibernation',
composing herself as any woman would
who had swapped a vacation
in benign pastoral ubiquity
for a six months of passionate hellfire
in the dark recesses of the rock.
Half-living in the suffocating darkness
with the gigantic heart of the earth,
pounding at her sleeping ears,
pulsing, surging and quaking,
shooting lava through arteries
into tomorrow's Hawaiian sunset.

Sweaty, breathless, trembling
and ready for the quiet beauty
of the crocus meadows,
sunlight streaming,
cloudy twirling in the laughing sky.
The bunny munching clovers,
its paws on the cool grass touch the soul
like butterflies on children's cheeks
and happy coos of sleeping babies.
Sweet meadow lark,
good robin red breast,
the cardinal and blue jays
punctuate the wisps of wind with gay chatter.
The dawning of a new age.
Ay me! To be home again.