A year to remember,
Or a year to forget,
A year full of hope,
Or a year of regret?
A Year to Remember
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Category: Many Paths Many Voices
Increasingly at Te Wahi Ora, with the guidance of Hilary Star, Women have been sharing their creativity through writing.
Our experience is that as we read or hear the words from these “many voices”, something new and healing, begins to emerge from within us too.
And then, the healing pathways that lead us individually into wholeness and wisdom, are amazingly varied!
So, this blog is a chance to glimpse and to add our own ‘voices’ to the ‘many paths’ women are using to move towards wholeness. Hence the name of this Blog as suggested by Janine Hanah, our volunteer administrator, Many Paths, Many Voices.
2020, The year that’s been
Often heard but not seen
January started off as if things would be alright
Then a virus started to give people a fright
The Not-Bad Dad
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People pleaser.
You’re a teaser.
Daddy’s little girl
Springtime in Piha
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Black sand flies rhythmically
behind the black dog, who joyfully
digs and digs and digs and digs and digs
Then pauses, looks up, expectantly at his owner
Do you approve? Did you notice?
Beautiful Piha
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With the rising of the sun
The arrival of dawn
Another day is awakening
I have survived, weathered the storm.
It doesn’t matter
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It doesn’t matter who your parents tried to make you become.
It doesn’t matter what happened in the family to influence you.
Coming Home
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And the wildness of this place,
Unleashes the longing in my soul.
To speak my truth.
For I am known here.
And that is all I can ever hope for.
And that is more than enough.
Borrowed glasses
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I peer at you through borrowed glasses.
Inexplicably, I have left mine behind.
Magnification doesn’t bring you closer.
Rather, you are blurred. Out of focus,
ECLIPSE
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The tide, which has always, and reliably
ebbed and flowed,
assisted by the steady gravitational pull of the moon,
has gone out
and stayed out.
I’m knotted up inside
Knit one purl one
As panic starts to rise
Slip one drop one
Tears betray my eyes