Two faces of winter

Two faces of winter

A kingfisher sits on the jetty alone. A cold wind is blowing. I approach to begin my tai chi and the kingfisher flies away. The flame tree is losing its leaves. Already the top is bare, while the last of the lower foliage catches the sun and prepares to drop....
Continuity

Continuity

 I’ve scooped out the seeds from the pumpkin-that-grew-itself at the bach. Saving the seeds of the best plant, in order to sow them in the spring, is the way to ensure a successful crop next year. This pumpkin deserved to be saved, for it grew through a...
Mountains and mounds

Mountains and mounds

 I’ve completed my pilgrimage to Taranaki. After flying in to New Plymouth, I took a shuttle to connect with the one bus per week that goes to Opunake, on the far side of the mountain. Taranaki is a circle, with the mountain in the middle. The first thing I...
Of cooking and card houses

Of cooking and card houses

 Mira is cooking for me today. ‘Here’s a stir fry for you, with frogs and berries.’Oh, yum. Then we had one with fish. Then some sticks were thrown in, as carrots. But ‘no biscuits today, sorry.’  Then it’s time to make a...
Transience

Transience

 Doing Tai Chi on the beach, this cool morning, I find myself reflecting on permanence – as in the rock. and transience – as in the autumn leaf.My old school teacher awakened my creativity with puppet-making & shows, singing, drawing, and...
Watery

Watery

 The golden days of Indian summer are over, and the rain is falling. Moisture everywhere, with puddles that reflect the watery sky.  Mist envelops the view as I do Tai Chi in the soft rain, and the tide laps soothingly close to my feet. The pohutukawa, that...
Beach Cooking

Beach Cooking

I’m cooking dinner for me and Granny. You have to stir things properly to cook dinner.  Here are some carrots, and some spinach and pumpkin.  We need some seaweed and spices. Here they come, the sea is bringing them.  I’ve got a bucket-full...
Moon mysteries

Moon mysteries

To the ancient Greeks, the moon had three aspects. The new moon was associated with the maiden Artemis: young, sharp and full of hope. The full moon was the mother: woman in her full fertility: Selene. The waning moon was linked with the crone: woman in her...
Among the leaves

Among the leaves

 This is a season of change, falling leaves, and the loosening of memory. And this autumn, amongst leaves of another kind, I discovered a gift. I was sorting the last of my mother-in-law’s papers. She died in November, aged 95.It was tempting to throw out...