This photo was taken at about 4 pm on a day in May this year near Kurow in the South island of NZ. Me and Thelma were on holiday. We had just stopped in Kurow to yarn with the locals. The weather was all blue sky with nice fluffy clouds when we drove off. Five minutes later we came upon this amazing weather. I’ll post some more photos later…we had never seen a sky like it. The sun looked like the moon, the colours were unusual – a yellow I have never seen before and the light was very …um…different. ☼

As I was driving towards Christchurch from Geraldine I saw this cloud formation.  I don’t see clouds like this in the Far North of NZ, maybe it  is a result of  the Southern Alps and the Canterbury Plains joining with the warm and blustery norwester. I don’t know anything about clouds.

Light and Dark

I really loved that perfect  line separating light and dark…amazing.

In other pictures the cloud looks like a huge bird, spreading its wings over the Canterbury Plains.  In one it looked a bit like Punakaiki – where layers of rocks are stacked up like pancakes.

I have more cloud and weird weathery pictures to show you over the next couple of days.  I am absolutely besotted by clouds, esp ones that look like birds. I saw one early in the year looking just like a kiwi. A cloud acting like a kiwi is hilarious….

Te Anau

Te Anau

This is a picture of Lake Te Anau in the early morning, one day last month. I received a message that said, go to Lake Manapouri. Lake Manapouri is a short drive from Lake Te Anau.

I took this shot on the way to Manapouri. When I got there, I couldn’t see a thing. The veils were down. I stood right next to the lake but did not see it at all.

Funny how the scene was so clear in this shot and 19 km away, the view was completely invisible. I liked it at Manapouri…I liked the feel of the moistness and the soft white-out all around. There was no-one around either, just a few vehicles passed by.
To see Manapouri in this new light (literally) was fascinating…it gave me the chance to feel into it rather than view it with my eyes. Gentleness.


My friend Zai-zai  mentioned in an email yesterday that she had been looking for an update on my blog. I thought…..yep, I’m able to write something this morning.

I have been away down south for a couple of weeks. It was hard work.  I don’t know why.  The first four days were wonderful…I was at a Mu gathering at New Brighton in Christchurch. 28 people came to experience …well, I can’t speak for others.  I went to experience my past.

I have felt Mu-ness for five or so years. Last year in Nov I really got ‘zapped’ by a Mu connection at Castle Hill in the South Island.  The zappiness was a feeling…a linking into Mu, a deep knowing and remembering. In English it’s impossible to explain correctly and effectively.  The language I have been speaking for over 50 years …is failing to convey any of the truth of my heart.

Here’s what I’ve learnt over the last few weeks…this deeper connection to the heart.

First off, I didn’t know moving more fully into my heart would hurt so much or make me so fearful.

I discovered, when I got home from 2 weeks ago in the South Island, that I was emptying out.  I had to go to bed for two days.  The fear and pain of it put me to bed. I discovered  a natural human reflex…an attempt to hold on to what I felt was losing.  My head was saying…but if you let everything go…what will there be left. Nothing!!  That’s where the fear came in.

Along with that feeling I was constantly chilled to the bone.  I would get warm late in the afternoon after a day of freezing cold.  It was not cold at all by the way. Maybe 18 degrees C. I also had a lot of physical pain.

This survival instinct to ‘hold on’ and then feel grief when I couldn’t do that. During this experience  I discovered some ah has.

Emptying out is not a loss. I had equal signs between the two. Emptying meant loss. Loss was scary and brought grief.

The emptying turns out to be the opposite of that.  Emptying allows filling up.  The potential for something completely new to be birthed.

You know that thing people say….they use pop psychology to  label people as optimists or pessimists through the half full/half empty cup example.   They go….well, if you see a cup and say it’s half full, you’re an optimist…if you see it as half empty then  you’re a pessimist.

The truth is…. well, my truth, my ah-ha, is that half full a cup  is very limiting.  A half empty cup is very expansive.

Half empty means I can continue to fill it up…there is more to come.  It might even mean infinite possibilities…hehehe   That half full cup example…well…so there’s not a lot of potential there…I get to only work with the half that I can see.

Brrrrrr, I can’t be doing with that!!

I don’t know if this post sounds a bit daft.  Thanks for staying with me anyway.


I’m going to Christchurch again soon.  I was there in May this year and I will be there again at the end of this month.  Then I will go back in late Nov.

I was thinking about Christchurch a lot today.  I don’t know why.  This evening I heard on the radio and TV news that today is the anniversary of the first quake in 2010.

It seems  longer than two years ago…  I remember I rang my girlfriend at 7.40 am on a Saturday morning to tell her Christchurch had been really shaken.  She and I had been down there the year before and I had taken her to the Art Gallery.  Cathedral Square was just a short walk from the gallery and and she wanted to see the cathedral – I told her we didn’t have time … we’d see it next time. The next time we went to Christchurch the cathedral was in ‘the red zone’ , a pile of rubble.

It’s amazing how much I take for granted… as far as ‘permanence’ goes.  I just reckon buildings will be standing in the same place year after year.  I don’t take that stuff for granted anymore though.

When my friend and I stopped in Christchurch this year, we had a really incredible time just talking to people.  They were so willing to share their stories.  We talked first to a woman in Lytellton who told us a few amazing things.  She said when the second big quake struck, her big dog flung himself out the front door to defend the family from the earthquake.  He was normally placid but he flew into a rage, snapping at people passing, snarling at the shaking.  They had to lock him in a room.  Her little dog buried herself under a pile of washing and didn’t stop quivering for days.  The woman had to carry her around like a joey…she made a little pouch in her shirt so the dog could feel the warmth of human skin next to hers.  Animals must really suffer from the fright of it all.

We met other people who were living in only one part of their houses because the rest was damaged and they were  on a waiting list of a year for repair work to be completed.  We met a bloke whose house was destroyed  by one quake …so he moved into his campervan.  His campervan was parked at the house  when another quake hit…and the campervan  was partly damaged. He had moved to North Canterbury since then.

We talked to so many people who were just passing by. We learnt a lot about their courage and their  humour.  I know I can never understand what they’ve been through.

On our last night in Christchurch this May, we wanted to go to a bar.  I never go to bars but I wanted to hear some live music.  I don’t really know what I wanted – but it was something to do with finding out  how people, even in earthquake ravaged Christchurch,  come together to have some fun..

The first place we went to was awful.  The worst live band I have ever heard.  So we ran out of there.  We jumped in the campervan and drove up the road to get petrol.  I said to the guy at the petrol station…where do people hang in this town?  He said, you’re in luck, a bar has just opened a block up the road.

So we went to this open air venue called Smash Palace.  It was basically a vacant lot (where I guess a building had been) with a plastic wrapping around it.  The ceiling was made of sky and a lot of the walls were made of fresh air too.  It was blooooody cold!!

My friend went to get herself a drink.  She said “I brought you something.”  I said, “I don’t want anything to drink”.  She said, “you don’t drink it, you cuddle it.”  She handed me a hot water bottle.  And then I saw hot water bottles being handed out at tables, along with drinks.  There were a few people  standing next to drums that had warming fires inside. The women were decked out gorgeous flimsy ‘inside’ clothes, the blokes had short sleeves.  The place was full, the clientele was very chic.  The Stones rumbled one of their blues numbers through the crowd. This was Saturday night Christchurch style….under a black sky, amid cold air. Very cool.

On the way back to the van we walked past a poster.  It was a call to the people of Christchurch to come on a march the next day.  They were rallying to save the cathedral.  That’s the one I said  that had been reduced to rubble.  They wanted their landmark church back.

I thought…. out of the ashes a phoenix rises.  A phoenix is something new, sparkling with new life.  Why rebuild the exact same thing that had been there before….just because it was known as a ‘Christchurch icon.’

Fantastically, fabulously, a magnificent cardboard cathedral is going to be up in Christchurch by Christmas.  If you have to have a cathedral….make it out of cardboard I reckon.  And I love the idea of it being in  cardboard, it’s not permanent.

Thank you to the Japanese architect who dreamed it up.  Dreaming the future.


About three weeks ago I got the call to visit ‘hot spots’ in the Hokianga.  ‘Hot spots’ are energetic vortexes or gathering places of energy.

I had  Omapere on the list of places to visit,  plus Tane Mahuta, the great Kauri tree that has been standing on a vantage point in a forest in  the Far North of New Zealand  since about the time of Christ.  Recording time.

I went with my friend from Canterbury. I said ‘Canterbury’ because sometimes I can’t spell Lytellton, which is really where she’s from.  She’s from Lytellton….maybe I’ve spelt it wrong.

I was so excited to make the trip because this is a journey I rarely take, maybe once every two or three years I go there.  It’s not a long way away….it only takes a couple of hours to get to the most southern point of the trip….it IS ‘out of the way’ though,  which to me adds to the delightful nature of the place.

So off we go.  As you know…we stopped first for coffee and cake.  A staff member at the cafe told us about the Koutu Boulders, not far away.  I have never heard of the Koutu boulders before. You’d never know I was a local eh.  The bloke at the counter said “oh you should go”…then he went over to the map and showed us the way.

He said the boulders were like the ones at Moeraki….which most NZers know about.  We followed our noses and arrived about 20 minutes later.

The boulders turned out to be absolutely delightful.  I felt a sense of playfulness around them.  The light was incredible too.  It was an overcast sky yet there was so much light everywhere.  I’ll see if I can find a pic of this scene…words aren’t doing it for me today.

There was also an hilarious interlude at this part  of the trip.  We arrived at the carpark – there was a map telling us we had arrived at the Koutu boulders and showing the area …and my friend says, after we had stopped the car and looked out at the sign….she says….. ooohhh, the boulders are quite far apart aren’t they!.

Seriously…you had to be there ‘cos she was looking at the line of bolts holding the sign to the timber framing.  I sat there not saying  a thing…I mean I didn’t burst out laughing or anything!!

We got out of the car and she went closer to investigate the map and yep…got the giggles..  From then on….you know…..if we ever go together to see boulders again, for sure, I’m gonna have to say ”  Hey Annette, do you want to go and see some bolts?”

The next stop was Omapere.  Omapere has been an eye-opener for me in the past. Once a friend and I went to the lookout there and felt such a strong energy vortex.  We both squealed with delight at exactly the same time.  It was startling and soooo invigorating.

This time, this other friend…well she didn’t even manage to get out of the car at first.  She went off  into a sort of deep meditation, or ‘away with the fairies’, is another way to say it.  She just ‘popped off’. A goneburger.  She came ‘back’ about 10 mins later, none the worse for wear.

I didn’t feel the vortex this time at Omapere but I was  very drawn to a rock behind the lookout.  It felt very powerful, it felt very crystalline – a feeling I hadn’t experienced from it before.  It also looked tall and straighter…

The light at Omapere was also so gorgeous. Very hard to explain light eh.

The final stop was at the Waiipoua Forest to visit  Tane Mahuta -it’s a really quick drive from Omapere through goregous NZ bush lined roads…  so so beautiful.

We pulled up at the entrance way to the short walk to Tane  and couldn’t believe so many people were still around because it was getting dark and there are no street lights…just bush.  We sat for quite a long time in the car watching cars come and go.

Finally we got out, strolled for five minutes and stood beneath this great and magnificient  being   The first time I saw Tane I nearly fell over; I was so surprised to see a tree so large and ‘present’. By present I mean so clearly part of the landscape, like a mountain or river is part of the landscape…big and ‘permanent’ like that. (I don’t believe in the word permanent-Christchurch taught me that –  but you know what I seems permanent.

My friend and I decided to tone.  As we decided this..everyone disappeared.  One minute there were people coming and going, next minute there was only us.  We toned in the presence of Tane…it felt good.  When we finished people began appearing around us again.

The final stop was just a little way down the road…to see the four sisters.  The sisters are four slender, glorious, glamorous sheilas.  Kauri goddesses. They look like they are dancing in a circle wearing gossamer gowns.  Why didn’t I take pics so you could see them?  I’ll go back soon and do that!

On the way home…it rained like crazy.  Funny because the forecast was that it would rain all day. It was wonderful, to connect to these special places again.

These jewels beckon me.

Hokianga Hi-Lights


Hokianga  Hi-Lights

A friend and I went on a little trip to the Hokianga. This is humming bird cake from Rawene’s Boatshed Cafe. It was at this cafe that we learnt about the Koutu boulders, not far from Opononi, which look very similar to Moeraki’s famous ones.

We went to see these beauties…more about this trip next post.