Iona Winter

Category: Mother Earth

  • Earth Heart (poem & audio)

    This weekend, I worked on a few new things, revising the plethora of work-in-progress; like scouring the bones of a building after a fire. It was a surprise that the words for ‘Earth Heart’ came to me like a download – I love it when that happens. ‘Earth Heart’ reminds…

  • Inhabit

    This post may be seen as contentious, or a myriad of other labelling things. So if you’re someone who thinks that oppression, separatism and exclusion are okay, please feel free to unfollow me. What has become clear is that I can no longer remain quiet, in response to what I…

  • Weaving

    Whenever I gather harakeke (flax) to weave I notice the interconnection of my hands with Papatūānuku and Rangi-nui. I recall the components that nourish the plant, and always leave three rows of growth, to ensure grandparent, parent and child remain intact. Past, present and future all in one moment, standing together.…

  • keen

    i walk the mist swathed whenua into light captured spiderwebs lakeside swans poke their arses in the air to remind me of what has been stripped bare   homeless people sleep near the bubbling springs at night but come morning are moved on—make way for the tourists, this is not your home  …

  • Change in the weather.

    Yep, we’ve gone from wearing singlets in the garden, to three layers of clothing – in a day. And everybody seems to be talking about it. I guess driving through snow and ice into town last night was a HUGE talking point. AND one needed to keep their wits about them, having not…