Kiwi Halloween on Ponsonby Rd

Kiwi Halloween on Ponsonby Rd

On Saturday night, April 30, my helpers and I held a vigil on Ponsonby Road. We swept the pavement and set up an area with mats, ready to receive the candles and pumpkin lanterns that people brought. They wrote names on pieces of card, of those whom they wished to...
Preparing the pumpkins

Preparing the pumpkins

Tonight is Kiwi Halloween, exactly 6 months before it occurs in the northern hemisphere. Pumpkins are of course abundant when we bring our Halloween in line with the seasons. I’m preparing for tonight’s Kiwi Halloween on Ponsonby Rd by carving a pumpkin...
Tarapiroe

Tarapiroe

‘They’re not seagulls’, I said, as we sat on the beach during the finest day of the Easter weekend. ‘I think they might be terns.’ I was right.When I could check my bird books and the web, I learned that these dainty birds were...
Quiet depth

Quiet depth

There’s depth and quiet in the landscape out here at the coast over Easter. The bullrushes are showing their final russet coat before the decline, while distant hills seem transparent in the soft light.  A full tide sweeps over the iron sand, keeping me up...
Storms and seeds

Storms and seeds

The gales of last week wreaked havoc at the bach. I arrived to find twigs strewn everywhere, then branches, and then the lacebark severed from its trunk. The mellow days of autumn are definitely over, but on a gentler note, I found the carrots I planted last time,...
Autumn glory

Autumn glory

Mostly, I love our native trees. But in autumn it’s the exotics that I enjoy, as their leaves change colour. Today on the north shore I found many glorious trees to help indulge my need to hold on to autumn. So golden, such glory. And yet, there is a darkening...
Walking the labyrinth

Walking the labyrinth

For about 4 days before Easter, St Matthew-in-the-city sets out a labyrinth in river stones and candles. The church fills with music: sometimes a choir, maybe electronic music, maybe the sound of a river gurgling by. It’s an age-old practice, to walk the...
Changeover

Changeover

I’m watching and feeling the changeover. Nine days ago we were still basking in the late glow of autumn. The shadows fell warmly upon the wall and the tiles glowed. The air was still, and I rested in the illusion that this could last forever. Now the southerly...
Pine-coning

Pine-coning

I know a place where the pine trees grow And the tanekaha, ever so slow It’s there I go to fuel my fire With cones to make the flames leap higher And there I find the toadstalls gold, Red ones tiny, or spotted bold Every autumn I walk the trails Preparing for...
Going underground

Going underground

On my walk, I saw this woodpile that a neighbour has prepared, ready for the cold nights that are getting closer.Creatures are burrowing underground, finding nooks and crannies to huddle away in. Ants have been pouring into my kitchen and into every little-used...
Basking

Basking

I’m basking in the glow of the autumn retreat that I led in the weekend.It was so rich, being in the good company of others from many spiritual traditions.The many seeds of autumn are still with me: shiny flax seeds, kauri cone segments, golden kowhai seeds, and...
Simplicity

Simplicity

In the golden weather of autumn, which keeps extending itself, day by day, I sit on the beach. With Mira, it’s very simple. Just be there. Enjoy. Play in the sand.  Watch the boats sailing by, while Mira finds her own solution to sandcastles that...
I just sat

I just sat

I played truant and took a bit of time off in the middle of the day to go out to the bach. There I took time to just sit in the garden, in a patch of sun, between showers. I heard the sea’s distant roar. I caught the rhythm of the wind, heaving great sighs...
Seeds of hope

Seeds of hope

Happiness is working in my bach garden. After harvesting my butternut, tomatoes and capsicums in the weekend, I started clearing weeds and dead plants, then preparing the soil for new planting. At the end of the day I’d planted two rows of carrots. The moon was...
Harvest

Harvest

I can still buy fine capsicums and courgettes from the organic growers up the road, and now they’ve brought in their harvest of butternuts. I reached the bach after a few weeks away, not sure what I’d find in my own modest garden, especially after the rain...
Beach magic

Beach magic

It was a perfect day at the beach today, the last of daylight saving. The beach gave me one gift after another. First, these tiny fish, flicking rapidly through the shallow stream that feeds into the beach lagoon. Then, feathers everywhere, having dropped from birds...