‘Are you a girl who used to be a boy’, then the follow up ‘are you Finn’s Mum?’ 

Rāhui Day 29 (31): Shit, it’s those odd numbers again. Oh well, just have to live through them, I guess.  Hard to believe it a month since I sat in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs at Maungakiekie and watched my Cushla coaching, our Finn shooting arrows, and George Corbett trying to strangle me. I […]

I’ve never seen myself as a number. Ever.

Yesterday I took the coward’s way out and said nothing about ANZAC Day and the mindless jingoism that surrounds this faux commemoration. My news feed was filled with blood red poppies, sepia photographs of young men in uniform, long dead heroes smiling at the dead eyes of thousands of long-dead cameras. We deny the conversation […]

Zazen

I found this: ‘When you are practicing zazen, do not try to stop your thinking. Let it stop by itself. If something comes into your mind, let it come in, and let it go out. It will not stay long. When you try to stop your thinking, it means you are bothe…red by it. Do […]

Out of the mists …

Over the past couple of days, I’ve had cause to reflect on theatre in Aotearoa and how, for 35 years, I slipped in and out of this divine, if somewhat ephemeral, art form virtually unnoticed. Before the haters leap for the Oxford for a reminder of how to spell ‘snowflake’, let me just say I’m […]

“There was a star danced, and under that was I born.”

It’s Shakespeare’s birthday (probably, history says there’s a three-day window of possibility) and also the anniversary of the day he died. Such synergy. I’m old fashioned and have yet to be convinced that anyone else wrote the plays that we have inherited in his name. Collaborations yes, a completely different author, totally unconvinced. Thinking about […]