My body has grown and birthed a human. My body will never be the same again. Even if I lose some of this weight, I will always have saggy skin, stretch marks and saggier boobs. Knowing this, I do sometimes miss my younger face and body.
Preserving Tradition and Learning from the Masters
Helena James is one of the Coromandel’s treasured local weavers and has been weaving for nearly 30 years. After learning a few different methods of weaving in her life, she truly believes that traditional methods are the way to go when it comes to raranga.
Although she began learning, as many weavers do, with mop-cloth, since learning more traditional methods of Māori weaving, she said she could never go back to contemporary methods.
A case for winter swimming.
Yeah, Dean Martin … you’re right. It may not be snowing but El Niño has kicked in and the sou’westers are ripping down the beach. The choppy waves are sliding sideways to the shore and grey clouds are scudding busily across the sky.
Common Ground is a space dedicated to expression. In this edition: Photography by Leah Phillips and poems: I Went Somewhere by Denise Allen and Projecting The Rain by Waimā De Souza.
My oldest memory of a significant shark encounter was at the Bay of Islands 60 odd years ago. My mum and I were swimming 50 metres off the beach. I was getting cold so I went in. Suddenly I saw a large fin and tail tip skimming the surface 20 metres from me and between my mum and the beach. As calmly as I could I called out, “Mum, you had better come in. There’s a shark
My body has grown and birthed a human. My body will never be the same again. Even if I lose some of this weight, I will always have saggy skin, stretch marks and saggier boobs. Knowing this, I do sometimes miss my younger face and body.
Preserving Tradition and Learning from the Masters
Helena James is one of the Coromandel’s treasured local weavers and has been weaving for nearly 30 years. After learning a few different methods of weaving in her life, she truly believes that traditional methods are the way to go when it comes to raranga.
Although she began learning, as many weavers do, with mop-cloth, since learning more traditional methods of Māori weaving, she said she could never go back to contemporary methods.
A case for winter swimming.
Yeah, Dean Martin … you’re right. It may not be snowing but El Niño has kicked in and the sou’westers are ripping down the beach. The choppy waves are sliding sideways to the shore and grey clouds are scudding busily across the sky.
Common Ground is a space dedicated to expression. In this edition: Photography by Leah Phillips and poems: I Went Somewhere by Denise Allen and Projecting The Rain by Waimā De Souza.
My oldest memory of a significant shark encounter was at the Bay of Islands 60 odd years ago. My mum and I were swimming 50 metres off the beach. I was getting cold so I went in. Suddenly I saw a large fin and tail tip skimming the surface 20 metres from me and between my mum and the beach. As calmly as I could I called out, “Mum, you had better come in. There’s a shark
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