Thursday, November 21, 2024

High on a Hill

November 17, 2008 by  
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Listening to the tributes about my great grandmother Moewaka Jane Rapana (or Nama as she was affectionately called) it wasn’t hard to imagine her walking between us all standing there. It seemed fitting that she would rest on the high hill overlooking her beloved

Rain on their Parade

July 24, 2008 by  
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Call me simple but most of the time I don’t get pettiness. It looks like a waste of energy to me and it’s so projective. I’ve often wondered

Conversation Piece

July 21, 2008 by  
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There’s something about being surrounded by art that resuscitates my soul. I can’t put my finger on whether it’s the high concentration of ideas or energy or kindredness or all that and more that makes me feel

Twinkle Twinkle

June 26, 2007 by  
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My old school-friend Sal reminds me of what long time friendship means. And what’s that you say? Well, here’s the thing, for me it’s the reference to the ‘long’ bit that gives you a clue. Long time for Sal on the other hand has meant long-between letters, long-between chats and