In November 2016, in Wellington, New Zealand, we were shaken by a significant earthquake I think just before midnight on the 14th. It shook me awake. The first thought that popped into my head was, “Mother Earth, are you ok?”
The next day and the many days following, perhaps for a few weeks, I found myself in the evenings sitting cross-legged on my rug, palms together, singing a song for our Mother. I would sing it over and over, mesmerised by the sounds as they washed over...
Footsteps alight a bracken ground.
A dog chasing in circles where leaves whirl;
and the boy whistling him in.
Ebony eyes blinking blink slowly slow.
White lilies frame her there.
Shhhhh now mama, I’m almost here
and the goldie fairies have come too.
A bare-bottomed boy giggling in a stream.
A teacher says teach me.
The students say:
Cushions for chairs.
and dirt in our hair.
Let’s do dreamwork.
Let’s do ceremony.
Francis kissed a boy;...