Two faces of winter

Two faces of winter

 As I do my Tai Chi by the sea, I look back and see the bare-limbed face of winter. It’s the flame tree, whose branches from this angle seem to be scratching the sky. All the leaves are gone now, and the shape of the tree is revealed.  When I look back...
Winter Solstice/Matariki

Winter Solstice/Matariki

Our winter solstice celebration was a little late this year, having to be postponed from last week. All the same, we entered into the mystery of this time. We began by viewing a brief video clip of the solstice sunrise at NewGrange, in Ireland. You can see it on...
Solstice Visitors

Solstice Visitors

 The word has got out. Yesterday was winter solstice, marking the return of the sun. The day before yesterday was Matariki, the Maori new year, marking the return of Matariki (the Pleiades). Who knows where this monarch flew from, but this morning here it was,...
Mist

Mist

On Saturday morning at the bach, I was up early, for an international conference call, before the big event of the day. The valley was shrouded in mist and the air was chill.  The big event took place later in the morning, as with two friends I walked...
The good earth

The good earth

 As I drove out to the bach, I wondered if the persimmons at the organic growers would be ripe. Were they ever! I had to stop at the bottom of the drive to photograph the orchard.  The laden branches were quivering with the excited squawks of minahs, who...
Bach in midwinter

Bach in midwinter

 It was cold and damp when I arrived at the bach. It’s been a few weekends since my last visit, and in winter the walls turn cold in the absence of someone to light a fire or turn on a heater.But look! – the snow drops are out. Ever since I was a...
Winter magic

Winter magic

Today summer came to visit, in the form of Mira, a sunny day, and a ramble to the beach. Everything becomes timeless as I watch her becoming absorbed in collecting ‘treasures’ in her yellow bucket.  The tide was up, sliding over the sun-warmed sand,...
Resting in peace

Resting in peace

Thank you, all, for your interest in my beloved teacher Jim Okeroa, who was buried at Parihaka yesterday.I want to share with you how he passed on the gift of peace to me. This is one side of the monument that was erected at Parihaka to Te Whiti o Rongomai, a great...
Requiem sky

Requiem sky

 This poem, for my dear old teacher who has just died, begins with a line from Cecilia’s blog http://thekitchensgarden.com/2012/05/31/the-sleepy-eye-of-my-mindBesides bringing a small farm back to health in the U.S. prairies, Cecilia cares for the health of...
A light has gone out

A light has gone out

He was my light house, when I was a child and school was tough. Rural New Zealand was not the place for bright, imaginative kids. These were the days of rote learning and corporal punishment. In my memoir, I devoted a whole chapter to the best teacher I would ever...
Winter dawn

Winter dawn

 I am not a dawn bird. I sing my song at sunset, not sunrise. But now that the nights are longer, an early morning meeting meant that I was up at dawn. Shivering in the cold, I opened the blinds and discovered this glowing sky. Half an hour later, I was on an...