Tag: Mum

Fusion culture

Fusion culture

We caught up with friends this afternoon. Of course, afternoon tea. That most post-victorian activity on the planet. Afternoon tea. If you know us at all you know we’re all about afternoon tea. But there’s more going on here than meets the eye.

 

Being here

Being here

How I wish, how I wish you were here. We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year. Running over the same old ground. What …

 

Blue notes

Blue notes

My mum was born on February 1 – today was her birthday. She died a couple of years back, and I still miss her very …

 

Zoom!

Zoom!

Do you ever have one of those days when a number of plans, ideas, blue sky thinking, and general staring into space finally starts to …

 

Spring calls

Spring calls

It’s hard to imagine a more quintessential New Zealand image than a tui gathering nectar from a kowhai hightlighted against a bright blue sky. It …

 

Palangi

Palangi

We got there early coz Dad couldn’t wait to see his sis. Dad parked up and rushed out of the rain. He asks this palangi, …

 

355 – The Power of Tea

355 – The Power of Tea

Wrinkles are the tattoos we wear made with ink mixed from blood and charcoal made from the tree of life. How often in life do you …

 

353 – Overnight

353 – Overnight

Mud kicked off Eddie’s boots stuck like brown shit to the bleached strainer post. With one eye on the leaden clouds he flicked himself over …

 

345 – Bus stop / start

345 – Bus stop / start

I picked up my sister Carol from the bus stop last night, we have an all too short conversation and then we’re off to bed …

 

343 – Extra OK

343 – Extra OK

Monday. I hear from my sisters. Finally some doctor engagement, and Mum *finally* gets a CT scan. Something is amiss – something good. Mum has …