Near Journeys End

My insides were thrashing about like some taniwha (in Maori myth these were the guardians of the river) restless beneath the awa’s surface. It started this

The Return

They say, ‘that moments of great adventure come slowly but suddenly’, there’s a good deal of truth to this small but byway encountering observation. We’re making our way back to

Unintended Consequences

A most fortunate (for we humankind) and unintended consequence of hubris is that it may sometimes take just by, and like the touch of a feather in the tender hand of a

Porches of Solitude

The first person I meet as I walk up from the car park toward St Joseph’s Church at Hiruharama is Sister Anna Maria Shortall. She was walking down to the church to check that everything was in order for the days visitors. She is one of only three Poutiriao (guardians, nurturers, protectors, caretakers) Sisters of […]

Hiruharama (Jerusalem)

You catch a glimpse of the steeple of St Joseph’s Church some way ahead of actually driving into Hiruharama (Jerusalem) up the Whanganui awa (river). It peers out at you from between the

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