Bibliophilia

My father was raised Jewish, my mother was raised Protestant and they raised me Atheist. Somehow as a child I had interpreted my parents’ w...

My earliest visual memory is of being in the womb: a warm red light all round me. I remember seeing a little pink hand with stumpy, finned...

Bonnie tries to delay our packing by sitting in a box. Despite practicing non-attachment and impermanence with the Sand Mandala, it was stil...

It was a completely different atmosphere at the Sand Mandala on the afternoon of its dissolution. For one thing the room was over heated an...

I would have posted this poem earlier but I had it entered in a competition. Since it didn't place there, here it is for your delectati...

Workplaces in Northland are being encouraged to 'Walk the length of New Zealand' in 10,000 steps a day. Walking the length of New Z...

Most of the green garden's circle is laid down now and being populated by fish and fountains, clouds, elephants, horses, goats, meditati...

As the eldest child of parents who didn't listen to pop music I came to the sounds of the sixties in the eighties, in my late teens. My...

Back at the Sand Mandala yesterday: the monks had taken off for Auckland after lunch, and for once I was not rushed. I had a long leisurely ...

As I write this Bonnie is lying across my arms and drooling on the keyboard which gives posting a surreal difficulty and should explain the ...

The first of the three weeks of sand mandala construction comes to a close with the central square almost completed. Next they will make a ...

This doesn't really look like the moon, but it is, rising full and fat over Whangarei Town Basin (marina). I took lots of photos in whi...

Yesterday afternoon the Sand Mandala was no larger than on Sunday, but much more complex. Many of the flat panels of colour (stripes in the...

Most days on Mt Tiger I walk to the end of the road and back which takes about 70 minutes if I don't dawdle too much. Dawdling is most ...