Category: social issues
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old ways
i wish for the old ways of recompense rather than the blame that pervades modernity transgression affects a whole whānau oscillates the extremities leaving none untouched i wish for the old ways where the offence was laid down with intention at the feet of the other
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limits
most days i witness stories of horror from those who survive it i avoid the media because i have limits so when you ask have i heard about such and such and my face resembles a blank page i hope you can realise there are limits to how much i can hear, see or touch in one day
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Parrots & Pay Equity
This week while faithfully doing downward dog, I’ve been able to smell wet earth, for no particular reason. But it’s been coming up through the floor when my nose is near it. Maybe because it rained this week and our drought afflicted earth has slurped it up. Either that or…
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Invisible Scars
Most days, I am struck repeatedly (no pun intended) by mainstream media’s words and images from other countries, where sexual violence atrocities towards women and children continue to happen. It’s very easy to turn our western faces towards these countries or cultures, cast judgements or express concern, all the while ignoring what’s occurring…
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Social Media and the Art of Conversation
I know, I said I’d be away for a bit, but I just couldn’t stay away! Kinda like those people who take themselves off coffee, chocolate, and/or other substances and then go straight back to it. Social Media—is it a substance with which to alter one’s mindset? I think so. It’s…
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Privilege
It’s been an extraordinary week. I could break that down into an extra, ordinary week, but I won’t. I’ll go with the former. It fits better. Soon, very soon, I’ll have an exciting announcement—but for now, the theme of privilege is what’s foremost in my mind. A priority this month was to…
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Waitangi Day
It’s Waitangi Day today and I am reminded of duality in me, in the melding of my two streams of whakapapa – Celtic and Māori. Both have come together in me. But there has often been conflict, miscommunication and a pull between the two – where do I belong? Today I am reminded, that what was agreed…
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Plum-diddly-um
I came back from the Big Smoke to thunder and lightning—all very exciting. I could almost hear the plants (and the chooks) sighs of relief at the accompanying rain. The plum trees are laden with fruit (as are the pear and apple trees) BUT all the fruit is minuscule—a result of the drought I…
Iona Winter 