Season of release

Season of release

    Autumn is a season of release. Leaves fall, light fades, crickets slow down then cease their song, the days shorten, and flowers drop into the earth.   I’m in the flow of the season, letting go of small things (and some big), taking stones to...
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...
Samhain Remembrance

Samhain Remembrance

    Outside the dark, noisy café, a woman sat on the pavement. ‘You’ve caught the sun,’ I said, as I stopped to talk.   ‘Yes’, ‘it’s sweet autumn’, she replied. I agreed. ‘These fine days feel as if they could last forever.’ ‘But they...
How to birth in a bumpy spring

How to birth in a bumpy spring

Pregnant in Paris: that was me in 1970, with not a female relative in sight. How could I prepare myself to give birth to my baby? I took refuge in books on natural childbirth. And that’s when I discovered that ‘transition’ is a critical phase in the birthing...

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...