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Hura Kohatu, the Unveiling

November 16, 2008 by  
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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.

Breath of Life

November 14, 2008 by  
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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

The Wind Beneath My Feet

November 13, 2008 by  
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P.D. Eastman wrote the classic Children’s Book ‘Are You My Mother?’ the story of a baby bird that has hatched while his mother was away. Fallen from his nest, he sets out to look for her and asks everyone he meets — including a dog, a cow, and a

Sock It to ‘Em

November 10, 2008 by  
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No shoes are worn in the wharenui and what a person does or does not wear on their feet will tell you something about them. Like my daughter Mede, who opted for

Deep calls to Deep

November 8, 2008 by  
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We waited expectantly at the gate entrance to Haranui Marae. We must wait until the call of the karanga is heard (this is the ceremonial call of welcome performed only by the women). Hearing the karanga indicates to us that we are free to approach our hosts across