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.
Driving into Hamilton I’m aware that we have had company for quite a while. The strong silent type, a river called the Waikato. Its name in Māori translates as ‘flowing water’. “It is the longest river in New Zealand and gives its name to the Waikato region that surrounds the Waikato Plains. In the North [...]
The festive season is a mere three months away and that makes the thought of sparkling things adventuresome. Liquid sparkling things I mean. The French have got the champagne market all sewn up, Reims in particular. And while we mere mortals can only aspire to
I love the sound of the wind as it ruffles the leaves in a tree; it can sound like the sea, the way it [the sea] whips across the top of the waves, catching its breath on the tips of waves full to bursting with glee as they race toward the shore. It’s a sound [...]
I was thinking that it’s impossible for time to stand still as we hope it will. It’s like a momentary hope on our part to want that, but in all honesty it’s never going to happen. No. Time (as we know it) is
Sometimes making sense of everything can give you a headache, wouldn’t you agree? So here’s the thing, why do we feel we have to have an explanation for everything? Whatever happened to the delight of wonderment? My friend Lucas, his old flat-mate Bec and I pondered this very thing over dinner one night.
Infidelity is painful. To be the innocent party in it is gut-wrenching. My dear friend is in this gut-wrenching, god-forsaken place and I feel helpless to help her. Instead, I hide my own tears in a purposeful resolve to listen well, make strong pots of tea (because
Where do you go when pain becomes personal? I mean really personal. And not just any old pain, I mean gut-searing, heart-wrenching pain? The kind that threatens to unhinge the very thought of life or living? A moment might indeed seem such a long time. Do you