When the Kowhai tree.....

When the Kowhai tree blooms, the kina are fat!!

The season is here for Hauhake o nga tamariki o Tangaroa. (the harvest of the ocean)

Well, I love being Maori (Tangata Whenua). Mainly, because I love the kai my people celebrate.... All of my favourite food come from my beloved home land. MEAN!!... ofcourse, chocolate being the exception.... in saying that, if cuzzies, could grow coacoa, I'd have no real reason to leave my shores... I have other reasons obviously.... but food would not be one of them.

So, this entry is dedicated to KINA. (Evechinus chloroticus) Kina is a sea urchin... and Maori eat em'. Well the tounge anyway.




Nothing wrong with that Bei!! AUE Hi!

As you can see from my wee vid...the smile says it all mate.... LOVE it!

Madness hits me once a years...like clock work!!

This is a picture of the next breeding ram on my cousins farm. He's spunky. He's for the ladies...and there's a personal reason why I favour him...




Lambs tails. A post-contact adopted tradition. I love them, and this year had the pleasure of docking the tails myself...Nothing like a person getting their "Farm On" so to speak. I love them!!

After HOw Long...

After how many year....Mate, what the? Speaking honestly....FuckN Funny.

Pe Ao Pe Ao

I love the lesson my Nannies leave for me as I grow old. I have had a couple of hard lessons this year, as some of my previous entries may indicate....Heoi ano, i haere tonu au. Te mea nuinga i te wharangi...Ako tuatahi:

"What do I want?" Learn everyday. Fall in love at least once a day. I want to speak my truth. Hear my voice. Listen to your truth...hear your voice. Be kind of heart and strong of mind. Ahakoa he iti, he pounamu!
That being said, here's a list of some truths for me.

Modest women are sexier to me, than women that aren't modest.
Thank you Alicia Keys.

As long as my lover and I can keep each other laughing...There reason to keep working towards an on going relationship.
Thank you Athena Prentice.

"There's nothings wrong with babies...Its their parents"
Thank you Romeo Te Aho

And finally...

If you can not handle me at my worst....then there's no way you deserve me at my best.
Thank you Marilyn Munroe.

This is a post I believe, will have its own mauri. I hope I will continue to add to this particular entry.

To those that I've mentioned in this post. Thank you again for the contributions you have made to my life journey. I wish you all the best in this life and the next.*w*

Love is a rip-off deal.

Love is like inheriting a pair of hand-me-down track pants from your deceased father, and making them the most valuable piece of clothing in your wardrobe.

Love is like a cantankerous old cat, that thinks he's a human, waiting for his best friend to return...where is he??

Love is a rip-off deal. Love moves around you, and in you, and away from the space that holds your name. Yet you can not move without love. You're in trouble....Trouble, confusion.

Love harbours your desire, but rejects reason...Trouble, confusion...lack of reason.

Love will take blooded mouth fulls of my reason. Wanting more, to eat at my reason, bite at my soul...feed my desire, give me hope...I will not allow love to harbour my desire, like a child nestled in the arms of their mother. This is trickery! Instead, I will think love and feel reason.
Reason tells me love makes little sense. Reason tells me water, food and shelter are all I need to sustain. If this is true? I can tell love,

FUCK OFF!!

Love is a rip-off deal. I will make the deal. I will hurt my own reason....lack of reason. I will strive to harbour love...confusion. I will move with, towards love...trouble. I have to, because
I am love.

Woman aren't all that easy to be with either you know.

In the traditions of my people...woman, depending on your origins. Are held with the same regard and authority as men. Being a direct desendent of a Matriarchal blood line. I have solid information, understanding and knowledge of the power a women can possess....as well as the suffering a woman may endure to fillful and accomplish whatever it is she pursues. Whereas, a man with less ability could achieve the same goal with ease. STINK. But thats not why I'm here, so to start...

Women aren't all that easy to be with either, you know.

How the hell can you please a person...that can find fillfulment in a bubble bath, a glass of wine and a book?

How the hell can you correctly interpret a persons thoughts and feelings...when the only words you have to work with are..."What do you think?" AYE!!

How do you stand by them and not be considered "Clinging"?, yet give them space...and then you're unsupportive>>Thats Crazy.

How do you stop loving them...before they stop listening?.....Big secret about women...is...wait for it....

They Don't Listen Either.

With that said....WOMEN ARE AMAZING.

Chai Latte...

It's not Chai Tea....That would be Tea Tea.

Scent: Cinnamon opened awareness.

Taste: Istantaneous ecstacy.

Evaluation: Joy Milk Explosion!

Waiting for Death.

I was sitting with Mister Death one day...well in the Paakeeha sense of death anyway...Wanting to ask questions.
With my courage finally plucked up enough, as well as the priority of the questions delicately constructed. I continued with my path.

"Mister Death" I asked timidly. "Why do we wait for death?"
"Why, do humanity wait for death? When, the fact of the matter is, that from birth all a person can and is doing is dying?"

Mister Death asked for an example. Feeling a little more confident, with the advent of a response, I ventured on. "When "we" have an estimated time limit destowed on us by the supposed "Medical Profession" The waiting is compounded by what we can do with that time. Yet, we're waiting, Why?"

"What about istant death?" Mister Death inquired.

"Whether its a car crash or choking on a bone....death up until the time it occurs, and more so when it does occur is present in "our" minds. Although, it may not have been apparent to the person dying. Sadly, that persons death is a reminded to others that they too, will "pass on"...So, why wait for death?"

At this point I felt passion for what I was in pursuit of..."When, as a family you are given the news that your father has less than 7 weeks to live, if that. Why wait for death?"

By now my curiousity, had turned to enthusiasm, my enthusiasm had turned to passion, my passion had turned to anger. I continued..."When, your nephew is swept into the ocean by a "FREAK" wave, to drown. WHY DO WE STILL WAIT FOR DEATH?"

Mister Death looked at me...spying the tears roll down my face. Reaching out to me with stick like movement, quietly pulling me in close. While in his embrace Mister Deaths whispers in my ear...

"My dear Child...Thats a question for Life."

Okay....Lets give this a go..

Over the past few weeks I been exposed to some new things. Blogging, definately one of them. I will admit, that, some of what Ive experienced has been testing, while other things, were more...Trailing. Yet all have been of benefit (one way or another)

For example...A friend of mine was talking about the way people can get caught up in the "Drinkin To GET Drunk" following their statement with "Ever body, at some point makes the choice to pursue that result. It was at that point I interjected with this idea, that "choice" is available with every drink....I believe that 2 be simple enough??? maybe...not.

because it was at that point my friend pointed out that not everybody thinks with such clarity.

eeeeesqeezze me?

HOW Do YOU Drive this Thing???

Wow, the things you do to become a groupie....So, people where to from here....I know...WAIATA.
" Stop in the name of love....
B4 U break my heart....Think it over...Oooh