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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.

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

Pieces in the Puzzle

November 9, 2008 by  
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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 […]

If the Shoe Fits Wear It

October 11, 2008 by  
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The thing about taking a good long hard look at your life is that it can make a person feel regretful or want to compare their life with someone else’s. Now, there might be some merit in that (if

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

September 5, 2008 by  
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I love that a rainbow inspires a softness in the thought life of people looking at it. Why is that do you think? I don’t know about you, but for me, it’s the ethereal way that the washday hues are hung out across

New World Order

September 1, 2008 by  
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There’s a fine line between the inner and outer worlds that we make for ourselves, the outer world of the intellect and the inner world of the imagination. One is entirely safe and the other,

Spit Polishing

August 21, 2008 by  
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When I was younger, I learnt the art of spit polishing shoes. It’s an exacting art, an all consuming one. There comes with the forward one, backward one swish motion a conscious sense of being lulled into a quieting submission by the sound alone.