For Mauao!

Something new - a poem I wrote after finding the legend of Mount Maunganui. Going to a school in South Auckland I used to enjoy listening to Maori legends and still find stories and writings which have imagery enjoyable and poetry is a good exercise!

We all have inner struggles, goals and things which seem beyond our reach -yet sometimes in our running to the sea to drown ourselves, as Mauao sought to do, there is opportunity to be 'Caught by the Light' amidst our fears and darkness.

Tall and Proud
You wouldn't know
He struggled endlessly


He watched her dancing
Taunting him
All he wished to have and be

A life long wish
Was lost again
And shame took over him

Praying, hoping
to end his life
His cry was heard at last

To the sea
Dragged painfully
Our whanau watched and waited for what was to be

One last glance
Another wish
Was heard and answered once again

He turned
And saw her face
And was caught in the light of day

He now stands sadly
Heartbreak unveiled
We gather on his heights

Mauao our people
Are wounded too
And our shadows are cast deep

Angel hear us
See me too
We're planning our escape

Embraced by Sun
And caught by light
Fears are harnessed, tossed away

Mother's Touch

This article tells the story of a premature baby porclaimed dead by doctors, then given to his Mum and after a few minutes of cuddling, starts to move.

Who knows whether it is recorded completely accurately (particularly when it says 5 minutes after death), but I do remember how fragile my own premature baby seemed - and while nurses would tell me to go home, have a break etc - I was determined to be as close to him as possible. Who knows what effect this had on his health?

An open book

Isn't it a great feeling when you meet someone and you feel like you can be an open book with them. No hiding, no beating around the bush - but genuinely connect and let them 'read your story' so to speak. Even some of those pages you would skip over or pretend wren't there seem to sneak their way into the conversation.

Today I had a grand idea - go to a second hand book store. I actually felt quite ripped off by the prices and was not intrigued by many of the titles....though being me and a lover of books I could have easily picked any and read....Perhaps I am a little more picky now.

What kind of a book am I? What story do I tell?

Being embarrassed by the mistakes I have made and the mess I try to cover up - I am slowly making sense of the truth which most parents try to teach you....if I make good decisions today....surprise, there will not be consequences to "bad behaviour"(ha, the mum in me speaking) or stupid mistakes (some of which truly cannot be helped ;)). Yes there will be life - sickness, sadness, needing help, needing time. But making good decisions counts - my reputation matters. Not so I can be important - but that my story is something of value - something I value. Friends value and are blessed by. God enjoys and likes. Am I a story that is wanted to be read. Is God interested in'reading me'? Do I let him in as the pages are being written, seeing his thoughts and wisdom? Is he part of the story today?I have been quite shocked to find that even when I feel I have messed everything up, he really can be rather helpful and even more than a bit friendly. What a surprise. Perhaps it is true then - that there is something about pain, and mistakes, and sorrow....that can reveal the past, and make sense of the future.... in these deepest pages we want to keep secret, the crux and climax of the story(which each story needs) is written - with truths we can only find out for ourselves.

Thinking

Am just thinking about creating another blog...another outlet for my thoughts, eperiences and growing philosophies to go out to the world....wanting it to be more public - not just a Facebook status or photo of what i did with the boys on the weekend! We will see how much time I have....