A tiny nomad turns one

This very day last year was my Blessingway for the arrival of our second baby. Around 15 of my closest friends piled in to our lounge and shared poems and paintings and prayers. We ate copious amounts of cake. ...

Barefoot and Happy

I watched Ramona clamber up the crumbly trunk of a Pohutukawa tree. She swung on to a branch, shaking off some of the red remnants of blossom, and jumped- bouncing onto the beach with a thud, her barefeet scatt...