Who:
In the early morning hours looking out over the Halemaumau crater at the summit of Kileauea, the Hawaiian goddess Pele makes her presence felt. The chill morning air is not the only source of goose bumps on my arms; it is her power and her beauty reflected in the steam rising from the crater, the sharp points of stars in the sky letting me know the vastness of the universe, the quiet whispers in my ears that I am nothing, I am one with everything. I am moved by the living breath of the earth.
Meg Weston
“When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgment of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself…That work is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitude for the gift of life.”
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