Resonating with the dark

Resonating with the dark

 The old seasonal festivals have deep roots. Today is the half-way point between autumn equinox and winter solstice. We are on the threshold of winter, and we are harvesting nuts, apples, pumpkins and kumaras. We are also harvesting our memories, for this is the...
Let’s look for treasure

Let’s look for treasure

 Easter (or thereabouts) is when I create a treasure hunt. I used to do one for my son, then for my granddaughter who is now 20, and now for the little one. First she has to ‘Look in the box where the music lives’. Aha, it’s Granny’s...
Remembering the flat-topped cone

Remembering the flat-topped cone

 Puketapapa, meaning ‘flat-topped hill’ was the cone that watched over my high school years. We called it Mt Roskill in those days.Finding the best place to approach a cone is sometimes tricky, especially with this one, which from the main road is not...
Beach-combing

Beach-combing

When a problem can’t be solved, especially one that keeps you bound to a computer screen, then it’s time to take a walk. Time to go to the beach in search of something you need. . .   And here are sign posts, pointing the way . . .  These...