a year of karanga wānanga at Kurawaka Retreat Centre in Pōrangahau 
tuhi-a-wairua - 3 mins writing
a technique very familiar to me having spent several years doing 15 min 'wild writing' exercises 
this my final piece 
written at the Karanga symposium in Hastings 
​29 Jan 2025
my sister & my niece by my side
our jump off line : to deepen my connection to karanga

i enjoyed the brevity of writing just 3 lines *
i enjoyed the staccato rhythm
like the sound of hail wind driven on to the windows 

watercolours are amazing
a few leaves picked up on a few walks
the process is alluring & there's a certain amount of serendipity in the outcome

i wonder will i ever be able to pull 'this' off
will i ever be able to bring 'this' together 
to be honest, i don't even know what 'this' is

'the ideas, the visions, the dreams of what's possible would not be in you if they were not for you. they are in you for a reason & they are yours to shape & mould & build & play with & tweak & adapt & iterate on' Tiffany Han**

in the end does it really matter
i'm gonna say no, not to the outside world
but to the voice inside
​it's vital

​xx Sal

i spent
January wishing for February

i got a bee sting 
at the beach
it was unexpected

within days my toe was consumed by cellulitis 
which was also unexpected

i spent
February hopeful

obsessively checking the ocean temperature
to see if it might be warm enough to swim

we holidayed in a place where the ocean was warm enough to swim
it was definitely more fun after the cyclone
​
i spent
March relaxing in to Autumn
getting comfortable with the season
sadly
the weather changed 

i put my beach towel & bathers away 
& found myself planning my winter wardrobe

every day of these 3 months 
i have photographed the sky 
often more than once

at this time of the year our sky is changeable
stunningly beautiful 

it's April tomorrow 
a new moon
​we get to start again