Hecate’s place, Te Henga

  HECATE’S PLACE, TE HENGA, APRIL 1983   It is April 1983. I am drawn to making a large pit in the sand, big enough to lie in. I dig a deeper hole within it; add shells, seaweed, sticks and a feather. It feels like a shrine, something secret. I add water to...
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...