a journey 'round my sister..

when I see
the pine trees
down
Matakawau Road


past the little village
just beyond
the kauri bush

when I see the placid harbour
the sky
the rolling hills

the child in me is
coming home

again

the camber of the road
and every twist and every turn
are sheltered deep within my heart it seems

this is the very corner
where we lived
hehind those trees
much smaller then

and every inch of paddock
creek
puriri
punga fern

wraps around me like
a comforting
old coat

but the house
the garden
and the orchard
like us
the family
have gone

but wait..

I travel to the very end
of Matakawau Road
and there
in a cottage by the sea
lives
my
sister
and her man

so the journey to my heartland
is not in vain

there is love here
that enfolds me
like a handmade woollen rug

there is a blessing here
of quietness
and the salty smell of sea

and every corner
of the cottage

is
a shrine
to life and love

and
creativity
beautifully
expressed..

little shrines
of
peacefulness



and
longheld
simple faith

a sustaining
place of

of love
and family