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
This morning I was watching blossom drift down from the heights. When that happens, they have the same effect on me as snowflakes, there’s something completely disarming and enchanting about their dizzying flutter.
There’s a dragonfly flying into the wind right in front of the window where I’m writing. The energy it must be expending to do that makes me tired watching. It got me thinking about