At your feet I fall to my knees Dying to bow low Destined to love you To be killed softy In your still presence Your steadfast greatness...

She surges into the surrendered silhouette that once was me She knows I have entered the shivering current of listening She knows the...

New Zealand has a hidden history that is now being revealed and revered.

Imagine it's evening and you only know this because the light in your womb room has dimmed and you begin to hear a sweet hum of sounds....

On the vernal shores of the Brown Lake, I as the womb mother of all creation, re-birthed my baby into the warm medicinal amber waters.

Hours and hours of work go into the creation of Native Fibre Baskets. And that's before you begin to weave. What? Before you weave. Yes...

Today I was sharing sacred conversation with one who had suddenly just lost their beloved dog, who went to the vet for an arthritis check...

This body mind and heart is going through a dark night of the soul. The only true voice beckoning me is that of mother earth. I began to...

This Hymn called 'The Words That come before all else' is an ancient order of Protocols setting gratitude to as the highest priority.

I share with you a full year cycle of weaving alongside 5 other women as we apprentice with the two legendary weaving women of Bare Weaving

In lockdown I discovered a secret garden overgrown and tucked away. Riley and I wondered how we could find the owners and do some...

1. Weaving as Connection to Nurturing When she had her warm cup of tea in her hands Alice said that hearing my words "I'd like to make...

I left my shoes and went in bare foot, losing my domestic self to discover my mystery self. As we entered this forest to collect cabbage...

The threads of our timelines are woven into the fabric of our timelessness. The threads may be described with spatial orientation - over,...

I was sitting on the loo with the door open onto our yard, And I heard a sound my instinct immediately clocked as a snake. A rustle of a...

Undeterred by the Lockdown's external imposition, we knew an urge from our internal source, to go and connect with our Wild Source. That,...