Rituals of Arrival

Rituals of Arrival

What are your rituals of arrival, when you come to a special place?  Last weekend as I crunched along the gravel path and up the brick steps to the bach, I became aware of mine. Between carrying in the first and second loads from the car, I found myself pausing to...
Nature is the teacher

Nature is the teacher

It’s time to take a break from some work that isn’t going as quickly as I would like. Time to play, and my six-year-old playmate is all ready to go. It’s morning, and the tide is too far out for swimming. Never mind, the beach is perfect for...
Back from the bush

Back from the bush

 Being in nature and being in community: what a rich and nourishing combination this is. Once a year I attend a gathering of people who are concerned for the earth and its people. This year we tried out a completely new location. The school camp at Port Waikato...