Dear America, Right out of the blocks, thanks for the last two and half weeks. To be exact, we spent 16 days together, I traveled about 2,000 miles to four major cities in four states (That’s if we’re including Hawai’i). So I feel confident in saying I have all the expertise on America that someone who flies exclusively to… Read More A love letter to America: Te Aitanga a Pōkai Whenua 8
One of my happiest memories is sitting in our lounge room at 110 Tay St, Invercargill on Sunday evenings. Mum would get us saveloys in white bread with tomato sauce, and we’d sit on our orange and brown lounge suite and watch Disney. I was enraptured by the Disney castle and I loved Donald Duck. I… Read More When you wish upon a star: Te Aitanga a Pōkai Whenua 7
We left Flagstaff, AZ, yesterday for the long drive across Arizona and California to Los Angeles. Seven hours driving, two rest stops, and one more dramatic stop for a broken awning and we hit the traffic on the I-15 and I-10 towards San Bernadino. I had thought I had driven in busy traffic before, but I… Read More Being Māori & feeling the threat of LA: Te Aitanga a Pōkai Whenua 6
The Diné tell of a little people who occupied the floors of canyons before them. As with all myth and story, the pieces are complicated, however there is a plethora of archaeological evidence onto which these stories read. For example, macau feathers have been found in desert areas, and the Diné explain that these little… Read More Home in Canyon de Chelly: Te Aitanga a Pōkai Whenua 5
Asdzą́ą́ Nádleehé, Changing Woman, was the daughter of First Man and First Woman. She herself was the mother of the twin sons of Jóhonaaʼéí, the sun. When she encountered Jóhonaaʼéí again after her twin sons had defeated the monsters that beset the lands, he wanted her to join him permanently. She outlined the terms on which she would… Read More The Navajo Nation: Te Aitanga a Pōkai Whenua 4
We visited two First Nations’peoples, and I had initially thought to write about them together. However, the Navajo and the Hopi are so different from each other that it didn’t make sense.On our first full day we visited Oraibi (it is said Orayvia) village on the Second Meza (a meza is a plateau) in the Hopi… Read More The Hopi of Oraibi & tino rangatiratanga: Te Aitanga a Pōkai Whenua 3
I did not take this photo. I’m not much of a photographer, and I most certainly could not imagine capturing the Grand Canyon in a way that came close to expressing what it is like to be there. We left Las Vegas at 12.15am in the hope of getting to the Canyon before the sunrise.… Read More The overwhelming brobdingnagian Grand Canyon: Te Aitanga a Pōkai Whenua 2
It has been a significant length of time since my last blog. There’s a two reasonable excuses: I was finishing off my PG Dip (Theology); and (more relevant) very focused on getting to the USA with my daughter and her class. Our tamariki attend Te Kura Kōkiri, a kura kaupapa Māori (that’s a an Māori immersion… Read More Viva Las Vegas: Te Aitanga a Pokai Whenua 1
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