It's Raining Cats & Dogs (Black ones)

Black Dog lurks around the corner
Black Cat watches from her perch
Black Bird flits about for food

Black Dog sniffs around for something
Black Cat moves a little higher
Black Bird senses there is movement

Black Dog longs to be companion
Black Cat settles down to rest
Black Bird offers up her food

Black Dog wants to run & play
Black Cat hopes to lay all day
Black Bird may well flit away

Black Dog must sit & stay there
Black Cat moves a little closer
Black Bird nests with no more fear

Black Dog, Black Cat, Black Bird

Randomness of Living, Loving & Letting Go - A Time for Everything Under the Sun

Life is kind of random, kind of not.  I remember pondering one day as I was driving out of the beautiful Reikorangi Valley, that there was a possibility that I could drive home that same day, or not, & life could have completely changed.  Due to some unforeseen circumstance, event or whatever, on that day or in that moment something could have happened that changed the course, direction or very substance & fabric of life as I knew it then.  Nothing of significance happened, & I drove back in to that beautiful Valley later as expected & as per usual.

But sometimes, randomish things just happen.  Unexpected. Good & Bad.  A child dies.  A chance meeting. An accident.  A windfall of some kind.  Some things seem random, intertwixed (is that a word?) with things that are predictable, foreseeable, explainable.  From one perspective - it is random. From anothers - it was always going to happen.  It is of no surprise that children in Somalia are dying.  It is shocking, it is tragic & it is a sad inditement on our world, our selves, our humanity.  But it seems less random than when a child here in Aotearoa, from a wealthy family with all the resources at their disposal - gets cancer & dies. Both tragic, both painful.  Perhaps some things seem random now, then in retrospect (that is definately a word) we understand.  We gained new knowledge or have insight.  It makes sense.  Somethings never 'make sense'.  They just are.  That is what we accept.  "Who can know the ways of the Lord?"... "Lean not on your own understanding"... & so on.

The Buddists tell us life is suffering & attachment is part of the problem.  Letting go is the solution.  I tend to agree.  But then again.  Life is beautiful.  Fullness of life - that's what Jesus said he came for.  "I come to give you life, life in all it's fullness".  I love that that is what Jesus is about!  Fullness of life.  Even suffering brings beautiful.  Look at the Pearl.  But, letting go - now that's not easy & I'm not surprised!  But without the letting go there is no fullness of life.  Letting go.  Fullness of Life.  Letting go.  Fullness of Life.  It's like breathing.  Living life, breathing life, loving life, letting go of Life.  God help Me.  The Random & the Predictable.  Does it matter?  Let go, Love, Breathe, Live.  A time for everything under the Sun.

RAGE against the machine

Watching Rage on Sunday Theatre, brings back the season of the Springbok Tour & I was only a youngster.  My Mum's Pakeha family were rugby fans & many a midnight hour my cousins & I dragged ourselves out of bed at my Aunty's to watch my Uncle play in some All Black test in a foreign land.  The rugby didn't mean much to me, but us kids being allowed up in the middle of the night to eat chips & drink fizz, now that REALLY meant something.  I think the All Blacks vs France was salt'n'vinegar.

During the tour Mum's brother was high up in the Police force so it was clear what side of the line he was on.  Mum on the other hand was anti-tour.  Always a woman to stand up against injustice, she was ofcourse anti-apartheid.  Ofcourse I was too, a product of my environment.  I suppose most people at the time would've also said they were anti-apartheid, you'd be a bit of a dick not to say that. 
But, the rhetoric at the time or atleast what most of the adult conversations seemed to be about, was whether or not sports & politics should mix.  Personally I think it was an argument purposed to justify the tour without feelings of guilt.  I'm amazed at how much rage there was when people felt like their 'liberties' & 'right' to watch rugby was threatened.  Hmm, loss of liberties & rights.  How ironic.  I wonder what they thought the system of apartheid was.  Anyway.  I think I got myself confused & gave a speech at Feilding Intermediate on "Why sports & politics shouldn't mix".. with a kind of anti-tour slant.  Because ofcourse sports & politics DO mix.  Do we doubt that these days? Did you see "Invictus" or are you awake to the palava of the Rugby World Cup?  One could be forgiven, or perhaps not, for thinking that John Key had singlehandedly brought the World Cup competition to our shores.  Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of taxpayers money already spent or the govt fleet of cars being used to drive around the vip's etc, etc.  Ofcourse sport & politics mix, John Key will be mixing it up as much as he can, maximising the opportunities in the run up to an election!  Sports & Politics have always mixed & likely always will. Whether they should is another issue altogether, the reality is they do.  Atleast in my opinion.

Use It or Lose It

There are so many appropriate uses for this kiwaha (saying), "Use it or Lose it"

I remember my grandparents seemingly spending a lot of their life in their lazy boy chairs working their way slowly through their flagon of beer.  They always seemed to me to be so much older than they actually were.  As I reflect now there is a possibility that they were in their chairs because we were visiting but I'm not convinced of that. They both passed on a number of years ago now. My Nana died one evening, seated in that very chair.  This is a little reminder to myself that I need to start using my body more or I can expect it to start caving in on me more completely than it already is!

But, this is not why I write.  I write because I am convicted of my lethargy when it comes to learning & using Te Reo Maaori - Te Reo Rangatira & of late we have heard much of the challenge that unless the Reo is spoken it will be lost.  If Te Ao Maaori is to flourish the language also needs to be alive & well, for it is in the language that a culture is communicated.  The things we value, believe & hold true & dear.  So, I can not afford to sit on my arse any longer.  My language needs me!  Yes I am only one, but you & me makes atleast 2!..& if we can find a friend - well we have community, a space amongst us where others can come & listen & learn & speak.  I figure if it takes about 10+years to become fluent, then I will be in my cough, cough 50somethings.  I'll still be a young sheila by then!  Sweeeeet.  Ko te Reo Maaori toku Tikanga Whakahaere Hou.  There I said it.  Now for some action & pushing through some pain barriers!!  Who will join me on this Haerenga??! I will need some friends.  Haere mai koutou, haere mai