Homai to Aroha


I don’t have a very clear head at the moment; meaning, my thoughts and memory feel pretty jumbled. I’m doing odd shit like putting the milk in the cupboard and the bread in the fridge.

I’m thinking I’m stressed.

I’m thinking I don’t deal with stress very well anymore.

And then I’m thinking: I need to find a different way to deal with stress, because, as it turns out, stress is part of life. Even aside from pts(d) stress.

I like things that are simple.

People, occasions, layouts, spaces … simplicity is best for me.

I’ve figured out over the last few years that a lot of that has to do with feeling overwhelmed when theres to much going on; and believe me, it doesn’t have to be too too much to be too much for Me: if yah know what I’m saying.

Add the frenzy I feel when things start feeling like rapid fire and Don’t make sense – then thats a whole new head fuck. Literally.

The world doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense to me and my solutions are basic.

Too much plastic, dumped in our oceans, killing our ocean life?

Stop making plastic. Get rid of the plastic in the ocean. Treat the injured, sick or dying sea creatures.


‘Oh buts thats not practical’ they say.

Really? Cos it seems pretty fucking practical to Me and pretty fucking simple.

Like I said, I see things simply.

I used to think this was somehow wrong. But it’s not. I am right. So the fuckery for Me is: why won’t ‘they’ stop making plastic? Clean up the ocean and fix the sea life?

Because they don’t want too.

On the daily I have scenarios like this running through my head, then they come tumbling outta my pie hole. It really does do my head in.

I don’t know if I can completely unfuck myself from this one, cos it is how I’m wired. But I do know I need to find different ways to deal with it … because it is literally every fucking where.

Sunsets are good.


Thats a start.




meeting aliens

So, yesterday I met 2 different sets of ladies from our community.

Let me just say, for me, that in itself was huge. I would have usually taken off and not stuck around for the main event, but this time I did.

The first set of ladies were ‘my peoples’ … I understood how and what they spoke.

The second set were ‘not my peoples’ …  I didn’t really understand them … their speech … their affluent air and rolling hand gestures … their smiles and giggles.

What was even more interesting, was watching the interaction between these two sets of ladies. The ‘my peoples’ ones, once introduced to the ‘not my peoples’ ones, all of a sudden became … morphed into something completely different.

Their language changed … they started to ‘giggle’ … their conversation changed from chatty, to flouncy. They separated themselves from ‘me’ and moved the 2nd set of ladies over to the other room to continue their conversation.

And as I watched the interaction unfold … I wondered what the fuck was happening?

I had thought the 2nd were not really ‘real’ … because to me, they were out of my comfort zone. However, as this conversation carried on, they didn’t change their manner, their speech, their demeanour. They remained themselves. While the ‘my peoples’, changed completely.

I was astounded.

When the interaction was over and everyone waved and laughed their fair wells, one of the ‘my peoples’ ladies came over and said something interesting-er.

She looks at me and says .. ‘I had to change my face for a moment there. They’re some of the communities wealthiest and are potential clients. Got to keep them happy’.


Is that what all that was about? Is this really how it works??

I felt nauseous.

I think I misjudged who the alien species actually were.

I’m still slightly confused.

kpm ©