The Island of Mokoia, the head of a sunken volcano raised above the Lake of Rotorua long before I was born.
For us, the energy of its name and visual lifeforce opens a door to our spirit world. Islands beneath islands woven into oral stories from the heaven and earth of Poutama.
Knowledge comes easily when nature is a teacher
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Mother Nature guides our journey through the cycle of human life. The koroua and kuia would sit with mokopuna out in the air to teach with the whenua.
A gift to dream with the universe
Amongst the spiritual wakahuia of the oldest chief Tama Te Kapua were his stilts carved into the walls of Te Arawa wharenui.
The Hei Tiki there in the wharenui walls shows the oldest womb in this Maori universe of carvings where both male and female ancestors and entities balance life.
Superstitions about the good book
Our greatgrandfather kept his bible high in the family tree outside the house. Buried beneath that tree were afterbirths of his family stretching back long before my time.
Written words were he preached European tools not to be trusted but studied for their magic.
Understanding whakapapa
Each generation passed on their knowledge to the next forming the chain of blood memories with thought and spirit to weave patterns of our steps within Poutama.
