Quietly feeding

Quietly feeding

   I needed stillness. The end of the year always brings extra pressures. This year, out of the blue, and in the midst of bringing my new book to completion, an unexpected deadline arrived.Five of my previously published books have won funding to be...
Quietly feeding

Quietly feeding

   I needed stillness. The end of the year always brings extra pressures. This year, out of the blue, and in the midst of bringing my new book to completion, an unexpected deadline arrived.Five of my previously published books have won funding to be...
Planting memories

Planting memories

 At the beginning of November it was the first anniversary of the death of my dear mother-in-law, Elizabeth. She was 95 and we had been friends for over 40 years.When there has been a big loss, I always like to plant something. As the plant unfolds, so do my...
Planting memories

Planting memories

 At the beginning of November it was the first anniversary of the death of my dear mother-in-law, Elizabeth. She was 95 and we had been friends for over 40 years.When there has been a big loss, I always like to plant something. As the plant unfolds, so do my...
Midlife at Piha

Midlife at Piha

This weekend I was invited to Piha, on Auckland’s west coast. A group of women asked me to lead them in a workshop on midlife, based on my book Growing into Wisdom.  The organiser graciously hosted us in her own home, which perches high on a hillside....
Midlife at Piha

Midlife at Piha

This weekend I was invited to Piha, on Auckland’s west coast. A group of women asked me to lead them in a workshop on midlife, based on my book Growing into Wisdom.  The organiser graciously hosted us in her own home, which perches high on a hillside....
Dancing with leaves

Dancing with leaves

 Remember how I posted about Mira and I collecting spring leaves (and the odd petal) to press between the leaves of a heavy book? The post was called ‘Taking a leaf out of Nature’s book’ and if you missed it, click here to take a...
Dancing with leaves

Dancing with leaves

 Remember how I posted about Mira and I collecting spring leaves (and the odd petal) to press between the leaves of a heavy book? The post was called ‘Taking a leaf out of Nature’s book’ and if you missed it, click here to take a...
The quiet of the turning tide

The quiet of the turning tide

 The low tide is silent. No waves, no lapping against the shore, no rush of salt water, just quietness.  The only movement comes from the hop of a blackbird as I draw near.  A heron feeds, serenely. And another waterbird paddles along at a contented...
The quiet of the turning tide

The quiet of the turning tide

 The low tide is silent. No waves, no lapping against the shore, no rush of salt water, just quietness.  The only movement comes from the hop of a blackbird as I draw near.  A heron feeds, serenely. And another waterbird paddles along at a contented...
Goodbye, hello

Goodbye, hello

As I was doing my tai chi on the balcony, I looked to the east and noticed that the flame tree was waving goodbye, with the last of the red flowers that have cheered me through the winter. And then as I turned my head to the west, I caught sight of the first...
Goodbye, hello

Goodbye, hello

As I was doing my tai chi on the balcony, I looked to the east and noticed that the flame tree was waving goodbye, with the last of the red flowers that have cheered me through the winter. And then as I turned my head to the west, I caught sight of the first...
Taking a leaf out of Nature’s book

Taking a leaf out of Nature’s book

 Today Mira and I are pressing leaves. We choose the ones we like best, pohutukawa, ivy . . .  trying to find leaves that are in good shape. The lime tree leaves look as if they could cut your skin, but really they are very soft.  We found a few toon...
Taking a leaf out of Nature’s book

Taking a leaf out of Nature’s book

 Today Mira and I are pressing leaves. We choose the ones we like best, pohutukawa, ivy . . .  trying to find leaves that are in good shape. The lime tree leaves look as if they could cut your skin, but really they are very soft.  We found a few toon...
Celebrating Beltane

Celebrating Beltane

 With a group of women I’ve been celebrating our southern seasons for over 25 years. Beltane has just passed, and this time we turned up at the house of our oldest member, bringing what we thought was fitting for the season. Quite spontaneously, the colour...
Celebrating Beltane

Celebrating Beltane

 With a group of women I’ve been celebrating our southern seasons for over 25 years. Beltane has just passed, and this time we turned up at the house of our oldest member, bringing what we thought was fitting for the season. Quite spontaneously, the colour...