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
As Woody from Toy Story would say, to Haranui and Beyond! As we head out of Auckland to Haranui Marae the afternoon had that strange ‘four seasons in one day’ feel about it. The skyline has ominous storm clouds rolling in at a great rate of knots but the afternoon sun had a warm and [...]
Belonging has a way of sending us into a tail-spin that no other sense or effect on who we are has than anything I’ve been thinking about lately. I’ve often wondered about that. Why its bark is equal in all parts to its bite. Why, it [belonging] has
I like the timelessness of thought, how being able to set down in just about any time, place and or dimension is entirely permissible because thought allows us to do that. It’s kind of cool isn’t it? It’s interesting too to consider
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.
Call me simple but most of the time I don’t get pettiness. It looks like a waste of energy to me and it’s so projective. I’ve often wondered
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.
Moods are funny things. Have you ever wondered why one kind comes out ahead of another at any given time, on any given day? I do, often. And it’s not even like we have an option somedays. Some days are more reflective, some exhuberant, others overwhelming or sad but