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...
Summer’s end

Summer’s end

We are reaching summer’s end, and it’s time to contemplate how to hold the goodness of the season.   At a Summer Retreat I led on Waiheke some years ago, we imagined our own personal containers for summer’s gifts, then made these containers on...