Ancestors, Samhain and Matariki

Ancestors, Samhain and Matariki

  Every Sunday my Aunt Jessie would visit the graveyard. The graveyard lay on the other side of town, a little further out than our house, so it became a natural thing for me to join her at our gate and run alongside.   This is how I came to explore the...

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...
Autumn leaves

Autumn leaves

  The leaves were ankle-deep on Alfred Street. I scuffed through them, enjoying their crackle, while stopping to pick up handfuls to throw in the air.   There I was in my red stockings and brown duffel coat, approaching the man whose job it was to rake up...
Glimmerings at First Light

Glimmerings at First Light

  Do you ever have times when you run low on patience, or even hope? — when it seems you’ve been struggling with something long enough, and you feel the situation may never change?   There is a season that knows all about this. It takes place in the...