It was an ambivalent day, the day of my great grandmother Moewaka Jane Rapana’s unveiling, ambivalent how? Well, neither the day nor the weather could agree who was going to have first say about how events would pan out and eventually we left them to argue between themselves like siblings in a childhood dust up.
The first time I exchanged a memorable hongi was with a very distinguished maori gentleman at the Wellington Art Gallery (during a private showing of a Goldie exhibition). He looked uncomfortable standing in a line-up top heavy with
On my first day at Primary School I was chosen for the Infants Choir, I was five years old but I remember it as if it was yesterday. My teacher was Jean Millett who taught Primer 1 at Terrace School in my home town of Waipukurau in Central Hawkes Bay. I credit her (along with
Survival is an interesting modus operandi. It’s odd really because at the heart of a situation is a softness that can somehow get lost in the translation. I often wonder what it is that enables us to survive situations and experiences. And I am constantly amazed at
From time to time I get to thinking how lovely it would be to simply drop everything that currently exists in my life and just pull up roots and relocate some place else. The feeling is most unsettling really, like a nagging yellowing bruise that
I love the sound of the wind as it ruffles the leaves in a tree; it can sound like the sea, the way it [the sea] whips across the top of the waves, catching its breath on the tips of waves full to bursting with glee as they race toward the shore. It’s a sound […]
Sometimes the smallest steps take us further than we ever imagine it possible to go in a few well made strides. And the big deal about that you ask? Well, there’s none really except that understanding how purposeful we can make our lives through simply
Survival is an interesting modus operandi. It’s odd really because at the heart of a situation is a softness that can somehow gets lost in the translation. I often wonder
Have you ever made daisy chains? You make them by nipping daisies off near the base of their stem, use your thumb nail to pinch a deep groove through the stem then thread another daisy through it. It was a time consuming but fulfilling pastime.