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The Journey Home Before Another Moko Arrives
There is a grief that comes from losing something you never had. It is difficult to explain to those who grew up surrounded by their stories, their language, their whenua...
The Journey Home Before Another Moko Arrives
There is a grief that comes from losing something you never had. It is difficult to explain to those who grew up surrounded by their stories, their language, their whenua...
Become What My People Need Me To Be
Recently, I saw this phrase on TikTok: "Become what your people need you to be." And it floored me. I needed to sit with it for a long time. ...
Become What My People Need Me To Be
Recently, I saw this phrase on TikTok: "Become what your people need you to be." And it floored me. I needed to sit with it for a long time. ...
Feeding the Stars Through Tea
As Matariki rises once again in the winter sky, we are invited into a season of remembrance, reflection, gratitude, wellbeing, and aspiration. It is a time when the veil between...
Feeding the Stars Through Tea
As Matariki rises once again in the winter sky, we are invited into a season of remembrance, reflection, gratitude, wellbeing, and aspiration. It is a time when the veil between...
Beyond Sweetness
"Kāore te kūmara e kōrero mō tōna ake reka." The kūmara does not speak of its own sweetness. It is a whakataukī I have heard my entire life. Like...
Beyond Sweetness
"Kāore te kūmara e kōrero mō tōna ake reka." The kūmara does not speak of its own sweetness. It is a whakataukī I have heard my entire life. Like...
The Voice of Money
I was asked to embody The Voice of Money at the Coralus Unsummit last year. Initially, it was something I needed to sit with, but after awhile she gave me her voice......
The Voice of Money
I was asked to embody The Voice of Money at the Coralus Unsummit last year. Initially, it was something I needed to sit with, but after awhile she gave me her voice......
When the Mirror doesn’t reflect your world
One morning when I was in Toronto I witnessed something that stayed with me long after I walked away. In a quiet courtyard I noticed what I thought was a...
When the Mirror doesn’t reflect your world
One morning when I was in Toronto I witnessed something that stayed with me long after I walked away. In a quiet courtyard I noticed what I thought was a...