Voices of spring

Voices of spring

  Over the years that I’ve been writing these newsletters I’ve never had to think, ‘What shall I write?’   They always arrive easily. But this time I did find myself wondering, because my mind has been elsewhere during Auckland’s weeks of lockdown. I’ve...
Petals on the pathways

Petals on the pathways

      You are walking along, head down, in that way of winter, trying to keep warm and dry as the rain falls. Your thoughts are dismal like the day. Then suddenly you spot a flash of colour on the path. You pick up two pink scooped petals. They look...
Crossing the threshold

Crossing the threshold

Every season takes us across a threshold, where we leave behind what we have known and shift into something new. In this time of the pandemic, other thresholds present themselves as well. Today, on the edge of winter and the storytelling season, I have a story for...

Season of Remembrance

  The wooden bin in the Department Store was full of rag dolls, each one the size of a small child. The dolls had smiling faces, woollen hair that could be plaited or teased apart, and limbs that could be easily arranged.   I smiled too as I picked one up...

When your world changes

  Two weeks ago I was striding along a coastal walkway, looking out over a sparkling sea, feeling free and expansive. I had just planted autumn kale and spinach in my bach garden and had the soil ready for the next stage of broad beans and carrots.   Two...
Ngāhuru – Harvest

Ngāhuru – Harvest

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...