mauri of me #33 ~ simplicity

Seemed like a timely reminder of just how simply and beautifully … and accurately – children see things.

You know … hate is a learned thing.


mauri of me #32 ~ he kākano āhau

He Kākano Āhau (Born Of Greatness) ~ Hohepa Tamehana, 2001



He kākano āhau

I ruia mai i Rangiātea

And I can never be lost

I am a seed, born of greatness

Descended from a line of chiefs,

He kākano āhau

Ki hea rā āu e hītekiteki ana

Ka mau tonu i āhau ōku tikanga

Tōku reo, tōku oho-oho,

Tōku reo, tōku māpihi maurea

Tōku whakakai marihi

My language is my strength,

An ornament of grace.

Ka tū ana āhau,

Ka ūhia au e ōku tipuna

My pride I will show

That you may know who I am

I am a warrior, a survivor

He mōrehu āhau.

Ki hea rā āu e hītekiteki ana

Ka mau tonu i āhau ōku tikanga

Tōku reo, tōku oho-oho,

Tōku reo, tōku māpihi maurea

Tōku whakakai marihi

My language is my strength,

An ornament of grace.



I am a seed

Scattered from Rangiatea

And I can never be lost

I am a seed, born of greatness

Descended from a line of chiefs,

I am a seed.

Wherever I may roam

I will hold fast to my traditions.

My language is my cherished possession

My language is the object of my affection

My precious adornment

My language is my strength,

An ornament of grace.

Whenever I stand,

I am clothed by my ancestors

My pride I will show

That you may know who I am

I am a warrior, a survivor

I am a remnant

Wherever I may roam

I will hild fast to my traditions.

My language is my cherished possession

My language is the object of my affection

My precious adornment

My language is my strength,

An ornament of grace.


mauri of me #31 ~ karakia




Homai to Aroha



My god.

I let Go.

Bring Love.

I Agree.

The beautiful thing that exists within our language, is the use of ‘definites’ and the lack of confusion.

It is what it is.


mauri of me #30 ~ karanga

‘Maori’, or Tangata Whenua, are the Indigenous or first nation peoples, of Aotearoa. We have a ‘call’…’karanga’…that happens when other visitors are being brought into our space/area/marae. It’s a eiry kind of sound, song…that acknowledges those that have gotten you to where you are, those that have gone before you, the ancestors…our tipuna…it describes who the people of that place are.

This is a very narrow explanation of the term karanga. This link is to a video from a series featured on Maori Television /NZ, about Karanga – the first voice. The people in the interview are from the Tuhoe nation.

But when you hear it…something else happens. All the hairs on the back of your neck stand up…it moves your insides, your spirit. You can’t help but feel ancient and young all at the same time. Its spine tingling and humbling all at once.

I was watching a news clip the other night, that featured this karanga and welcoming First Nation Americans. These people had a similar call that was also just as moving as ours.



mauri of me #29 ~ the partner

not often, in my life

have i experienced one so

full of depth

and soul.

while that may be a secret

to those that on-look.

for those that have cared

to look properly; they see.

you are more than what they say,

more than what you say.

a rare, rare find,

in a world this hollow.

oh, you’re still annoying.

still messy, and unorganised.

but that is just surface stuff.

what makes you, you … the stuff that matters –


is a

one of a kind




mauri of me #28 ~ tāne nui a rangi

Tāne nui a Rangi


of all that dwells



strong and



and caretaker.

though holding his parents


in between the worlds

he lingers

keeping his mother warm,

whilst receiving the tears of his father.

tāne nui a rangi




mauri of me #27 ~ puré 

Puré  is about cleansing. Different iwi do their rituals or have their processes, specific to them.

And so do I, of course 😉

We live right next to the beach, and, as I have written about in the past, this move was for a whole heap of reasons; but the one thing I knew in my bones, was that I needed the ocean. I needed to hear it, smell it and feel it. I knew somehow, that it would make Me feel better 🙂

On both sides of my lineage, we are water people … meaning that my tipuna were situated by vast expanses of water. On my mothers side, it’s a river, and my fathers side, the ocean. It kind of ‘go figures’ then, that my ‘being’ needed the water.

It took well over a year to be comfortable enough to get my ass down to the beach regularly, and up until that time, I’d sit outside and listen to the waves roaring. When I did get down there, I’d dip a toe in and then wash my face and shoulders whilst saying a inoi.

Now, I still say my prayer, but i dip more than the toe in the water.

Usually on a freezing cold, preferably rainy day, I go down to tangaroa and dive right in. If I need to scream, he listens – and screams back 😉

And you know, theres nothing like a mouthful of salt water to smack the reality back into you 😉

I am forever grateful for being where I am at the moment. I am grateful for the healing that is the ocean – Tangaroa. I am grateful to be able to live by the ocean. I am grateful for my tipuna and the knowledge they imparted.

mauri of me #26 ~ tumatauenga

Tūmatauenga is our god of War; in short. Really though, he’s so much more than that.

He holds our anger; our wrath; our vengeance. He is our hunter; our gatherer … our provider. He is strength … He gets shit done 😉

The Crown has also borrowed his name for the Army – Ngati Tumatauenga.

Yes I find it offensive. But not for the reasons you might imagine.

The Crown has a long history of killing off our culture; our natural way of being; and then repackaging parts of that culture and selling it back to us.

The Army is no different.

In New Zealand Maori make up a disproportionate amount of the prison population; both youth and adult. Maori men make up a disproportionate amount of that disproportion.

The other place where our Maori men are prevalent?

Yes, thats right – the Army.

Somewhere along the colonisation journey, our men have been stripped of their strength and their dignity. This was repackaged and presented to them as an alternative to prison, via the Army. Where they can be trained in the ways of the Crown and then sent off to die for the Crown if need be. Repackaging that system with the name of our god of War seems to have done what it was intended to do.

These are the things that rattle my cage.

I know i’m still on the down buzz with losing the brother from another mother; but the Army stuff thats popping up left right and centre is ruffling the feathers … that so many of our men, my Grandfather included, thought it was a good idea to join an institution that isn’t theirs; that doesn’t fight for them; that doesn’t support them and pretends to respect them to get them do their dirty work. I get its something to belong to (men seem to need that) … something to keep them focused.

But we were that … and more. And we fought for ourselves … for what was right … for our survival.

Maybe thats what they’re doing in some kind of way?

I dunno –

All in all, we were a ‘warring’ people … but thats not all we were … thats not all we are.

mauri of me #25 ~ moko #2

Like all the mokos, moko #2 is special … and being a nanny means I am completely biased … as I should be. However, what gets Me about moko #2, or little miss 8 now … is she’s a pain in the ass lol. What admire though is how she is able to ‘read the room’ (in her unique way) and figure out in minutes what a person’s vulnerability or sore point is. She generally can figure out what she needs to do to exploit that persons weakness to get what she wants. On its own, this ‘trait’ sounds kinda dodgy lol … but I realised one day, that this shit is what people train for when they go into sales … how to read a person and exploit their ‘weakness’ to get a sale.

Well miss moko has figured out how to do this all on her own 😉

Whats also interesting though, is she won’t exploit the ‘actual’ vulnerable.

We have a nephew who has severe CP, and miss 8 / moko #2, will spend hours playing quietly with him. This is a 2 fold thing for her though … 1. she’s able to hang out with the nephew and spend time with him and 2. when she wants quiet time, if she goes by him, no-one bugs her because ‘polite people’ can’t deal with a severely impaired CP nephew; so they leave them both alone. Now how freaking genius is that.

I admire that moko #2 is able to manage her; is able to get what she needs and what she wants; I admire that she pushes every and any boundary to adjust and find her own; I admire that she pisses people off so easily and isn’t terribly phased – cos you know how many years people sit in a councillors office trying to figure this shit ay!; I admire that she ‘sees’ people – their insides – their intent – long before the person can themselves.

Added to all this charm, moko #2 is an awesome little fashionista. She knows what she likes and how to put it together and she doesn’t give a rats ass what other people think or say … because there have been some rude bastards comment on how ‘she’s put together’, criticising her style. But she brushes it off like it aint no thing … and usually gives them a look of  … ‘what ever ; you obviously have no idea’ lol. Not once does she take any of that criticism on board!

I love miss moko #2 … I can’t wait to see what she does next 😉


mauri of me #24 ~ matariki

Matariki is our Maori New Year.


A more technical explanation of Matariki, according to aunty google is as follows:

Matariki is the Māori name for the cluster of stars also known as the Pleiades. It rises in mid-winter – late May or early June. For many Māori, it heralds the start of a new year. Matariki literally means the ‘eyes of god’ (mata ariki) or ‘little eyes’ (mata riki).

The name Matariki is used also for the central star in the cluster, with the surrounding stars named Tupu-a-nuku, Tupu-a-rangi, Waiti, Waita, Waipuna-a-rangi and Ururangi.

Most years I’ve kinda not bothered noticing, or celebrating; lame I know. But this year, being surrounded by nature, I couldn’t help but take notice.

First we noticed the ocean roaring. We can usually hear it at high tide but then theres certain times of the month when it’s particularly loud and goes on for longer. If we take notice, we then notice other things happening in nature.

The sky is usually especially bright at night. And during the day, the moon is out.

day moon

day moon

I love that Matariki is marked and celebrated throughout the world by different Indigenous cultures; of course at different times … that we noticed the stars, the moon and everything that happens during those times. We are a ‘star’ people; a nature people … its what guided us during our voyages to this land. Not a compass; not a chart … but our instincts and our relationship with nature.