Time for pilgrimage

Time for pilgrimage

 You have walked this walk with me before, dear readers, and it’s time for us to return. Here in Auckland, In the week before Easter, St Matthew In The City creates a labyrinth (based on a medieval design) out of river stones, and lights the way with many...
I took my drum . . .

I took my drum . . .

‘Bring a drum,’ they said, ‘to help with the protest.’ So I dug out my old animal skin, shaman’s drum that I made many years ago. In the rainy morning, the drum skin sagged. So I put it in the airing cupboard, and almost left it at home,...
Don’t fall in love with a tree

Don’t fall in love with a tree

Dear reader, don’t fall in love with a tree.   I did. How could I help it? From the balcony of my apartment I look out on it every day. Beyond the cypress, and in front of the sea, there it stands through all seasons. In summer it leafs greenly, and in...
Transitions & Rituals

Transitions & Rituals

I smiled when I heard the radio announcer declaring on March 1: ‘Today is the first day of autumn.’¬†When March began the sun was blazing and it felt as if summer had just rediscovered itself after an uncertain February. You and I know that the start of any...
A cyclone conversation

A cyclone conversation

 It’s hard to believe that a fierce cyclone is approaching. The evening before is so golden and calm. There is just time for a quick dip before the little one goes to bed. Sleepovers are so precious. They allow time for conversations to unfold:...