We are like a human tuna (or eel, in English) that snakes its way back down from the front of the wharenui along the right-hand side to where the tangata whenua greet us with a kiss and hug or with a hongi (the traditional Maori greeting featuring the pressing together of noses). I’m reminded of [...]
It’s astonishing how quickly we can fill our days up with activities. Some worthwhile and others, well, less so. The Christmas party invites have already begun to arrive and you can feel we’re heading into that mad season again.
I observed a strange behaviour in myself but it’s one I suspect that’s not all that uncommon if the truth be known. I went to the Doctor and despite the condition that warranted my visit you would have thought I had ‘A’ Reserve tickets at Covent Garden.
I get a real kick out of finding a treasure among the oddments of a second-hand shop or an Estate sale. It’s the fact that these things have been pre-loved. I love that they have their own story to tell and hearing it can be so humbling.