How nature heals

How nature heals

  I heard the chainsaws and knew the arborists had come back for the flame tree.   From my window I could see its upper branches shaking and swaying. The men had fastened ropes to the branches as they sawed through, and lowered them one by one to the ground. Pieces of...
Time to refresh

Time to refresh

  Are you ready for a change of season?   In the northern hemisphere, summer will soon be melting into autumn, and I have an autumn message for you. Here in the southern hemisphere, winter is yielding to spring in fits and starts. Weeds are pushing through the earth...
Matariki Moon Time

Matariki Moon Time

As Matariki returns and opens the season when Maori would go into the dark forests to snare birds, I plunge into my own dark to catch new ideas.   For me, winter is a creative season, a time to catch and preserve new life so it can safely gestate in the still earth....
The space between seasons

The space between seasons

The song of the tui had changed. As I walked up the steps to my bach, I took time to pause and listen. No chortles, gurgles or rasps. The tui were singing a clear song, just two notes, one long and one short, with a rising inflection.     This was new. I’d never...
Honouring Last Light

Honouring Last Light

    My granddaughter and I wandered through the park, picking up anything that was dying or dead: tiny pine cones that had been shaken down in the storm before they had ripened, mature cones, silvery sticks, autumn leaves, maple seed balls and more. Here, on the...
Equinox turning

Equinox turning

  The woman sitting next to me at the concert pulled a paper bag out of her handbag. ‘Would you like two pears from my tree?’ This was rather surprising, first as I knew her only slightly and hadn’t seen her for two decades. Second, we were sitting on pews in a...