I am a shaft rainbow falling to the sea.
Even though I’m not complete, I’m allowed to be.
Rainbow
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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.
The Survey
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Filled in a survey the other day
Did you? What about?
Asked me how the world would look if the right decisions were made
Aah. Whad-ya say?
Eight Long Weeks
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Why the Tears?
Was it the disrupted sleep
Hormones gone haywire again
Or simply the strain of lockdown
And the relief of it ending
After eight long weeks
Tui Talk
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Have you noticedThe humans have slowed down?They’ve stopped haring around in those monstrous machinesAnd their factories aren’t pouring out that ob-noxious smokeSullying our air Have you noticedThat we can hear ourselves sing again?That it’s easier to breatheAnd the water in our water dish is always full and clearIt’s like they…
A Treaty of Tui
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Seven tui at the water dish yesterdaySeven! All at once!Not one or two but a whole whanauAn entire community of tuiResplendent in their iridescent coats and white neck ties What should that be called?They deserve a special titleAn assembly of tui?A temptation of tui?A treaty? A troop? A tribe? They…
SometimesWhen I’m relaxedThe words flowMellifluous and bubblingTo meander happilyOut into the world Other timesThey hideAnd have to be wrenched outOf dark cornersStiff and awkward, stuck togetherOn a harsh page, not wanting to be there at all In betweenThere are the bland momentsThey can flow – or notBut dullOnly hanging around…
Man and Wife
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I lie with you beneath this willow tree;
Whose iridescent branches hide us here,
And listen to the shrieks of surfers, free,
Unfettered by the burdens that we bear.
This gift of time allows my thoughts to ease.
Untitled
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They are like bubbles that emerge from the bottom of a pond I gently scoop up the fragments of my poem A poem by Harumi Minagawa from Auckland University. her first translation of her poems into English happened on Sunday at the Writing Weekend.May 2020
Reflections
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We see reflections wherever we go. They may not always be the colour we want them to be. However what appears in front of us now is what we need to be seeing. It’s how we interpret the reflection within which is important. JDE23/05/20
Autumn Trees
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Like faded memories,
Shaking off the past,
To reveal their naked truth;
Then waiting, in wintry silence,
To be reborn.