How grievance and a sense of failure gave potency and purpose and a renewed energy to create.
I spent much of last year walking to and fro, to and fro to our local kura in what may have appeared peaceful, but the energy I carried simmered and seethed.
It was within the first week that our ever observant kōtiro stated matter of factly, “Māmā, at this kura, I’m not Māori or Indian. At this kura, they teach us to be Pākēhā, so I’ll just be Māori and Indian at home, or at the marae, or when we go back to India now…”. Continue reading