Honouring Matariki

Honouring Matariki

  Photo: Anne Dean Ruffell   What does Matariki mean to you? Can you remember when you first saw Matariki? I can. But it was by another name. In my early twenties with the help of a little star book, I began to explore the night sky from the balcony of my...
Seasons of life

Seasons of life

    I’m feeling moved. Last night I asked a simple question to visitors on my Facebook page: ‘When you think about being old, what are your three main concerns?’ I gave a list of eight to choose from. (You may view the post here). I wasn’t sure if anyone...
Equinox bounty

Equinox bounty

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...
My friend the tree

My friend the tree

  Pōhutukawa love to stretch and yawn, to lean their limbs out into space, even as their roots remain firmly anchored in cliffs and solid ground. In the park where I walk, one such ancient tree has stretched a mighty limb out over the path. The bushy end of the...
First Fruits-Te Waru

First Fruits-Te Waru

  Here in Aotearoa after the expansion of summer, we are now facing contraction as the need to draw back into restrictions affects us all.   In uncertain times, the rhythms of nature bring comfort and teachings. Expansion and contraction are part of the...
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...