Being Seen

The magic of Whangapoua beach in the Coromandel and David Whyte…. SECOND SIGHT Sometimes, you need the ocean light, and colors you’ve never seen before painted through an evening sky. Sometimes you need your God to be a simple invitation not a telling word of wisdom. Sometimes you need only the first shyness that comes… Continue reading Being Seen

Rain

Rain – Hone Tuwhare I can hear you making small holes in the silence rain If I were deaf the pores of my skin would open to you and shut And I should know you by the lick of you if I were blind: the steady drum-roll sound you make when the wind drops the… Continue reading Rain

Drawing the Curtains

Drawing the curtains Giving the cabins back to the geckos. With a deeply felt connection to the land, weary bones and very open hearts we’re leaving Paradise and heading home to Wellington. Painting the curtains? That may come later….

Like we own the place

Back for a few weeks in paradise. The geckos have taken over the cabins. They silently accommodate to our presence, (well maybe just the occasional chunnering in the night), and it makes me stop and think about how we swan in like we own the place. Radically altering their living space for our comfort. They… Continue reading Like we own the place