Posts Tagged ‘He Kōrerorero’

He Kōrerorero
Inane Question & A Flag In The Wind

You see, I’m really interested in flags. I have a full-size official flag-pole. I have a collection of flags, from the Hundertwasser to several made just for me.

When there was such an entity as the Ōkarito Free Republic, I was its proud Flag Warden…

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A bach upon a beach

A long time ago – over half a century gone past – two friends built a crib. My uncle Bill Miller & Tui McNeil.

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What would you do if tonight was the last day of your life?

There will be no tomorrow. The sun will not rise for you.

I refuse to speculate about your future…

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Dangerous stuff

Since I was a small child, I’ve collected things; books majorly, but also edged weapons and seashells, music (as in 78s and LPs as well as tapes and CDs) and artworks… not paintings or drawings (I enjoy making my own) but furniture and work by skilled wood-turners. Some jewellery, primarily pounamu. And, also since I was a kid, I’ve made survival kits.

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An owl in the apple tree

I have been fascinated by owls since childhood.
As someone who couldn’t see normally (I was legally blind for a long time), I loved the idea of a silent night-see-er that also knew its way round by sound… and, was silent in flying…

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Haere rā e Jude

I came back home.

There is the chitter of sparrows and the annoying activities of starlings, and the occasional squark from a gull or two and a bit of a tune from blackbirds in the morning.

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Time to find a quiet river bank

YOU
are an egg.
Thin-skinned, teetering on the brink of oblivion – if there’s too much rain, you rot. Not enough? You dessicate. Besides, it’s the loving touch of *salt* water that you really need.

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Layering

I have a feeling that a lot of people now associate ‘layering’ with clothing: “We’re going skiing tomorrow, and then next day, we’ll be down on the flats. Can’t take a lot of gear but no worries, we’ll just layer.”

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He Pūoro

They don’t look like much, to an undiscerning eye.

Some rocks and bits of wood, a few bones… cordage, and vegetable matter that is not wood.

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Surviving vs Living vs Thriving

I am a locavore, an eater of fresh food from my regions.

Of course I eat other things – I’ve got free-range chook and vegetables in the deep freeze because there aren’t any local producers of chook or peas or carrots or corn let alone the more exotic vege mixes in Big O. And I do have at least a bucket (sometimes a pōhā) of birds around for winter.