One of my favorite places on the Big Island that I hold close to me is the Green Sand Beach. I have visited this place since my middle school days and with each pilgrimage to this secluded location the landscape does not change but the population does. My most recent visit the space where we would body surf and eat a packed lunch was taken over by Jeeps, trucks, drones, and huge beach umbrellas. A woman I encountered on the lava fields during my last trip reminded me of the myths associated with the Green Sand Beach. It is said that when the goddess Pele’s heart broke it created this beach. Each time I visit it seems as if more and more people see it as a destination seen on social media instead of a spiritual oasis.