10/06/2024
What Rongoa is for me....
It's the smell of a freshly baked rewana and the flooded thoughts of my nanny that follow, its the warm embrace of my mum after too many months abroad.
It's the deafening silence in the depths of Tangaroa, while I feel my way around the rocks, then the familiar feel of suction and spikes. It's the moment of pure satisfaction of feeding the whanau, and the acceptance of not, blessed.
It's the morning greeting of manu singing and dancing in the wind, its the warmth of the sun on my face. It's the smell of linament, fresias and aniseed. And the taste of fresh kina on toast.
It's the cackling and banter of nan's late night raranga roopu, and the 3am calls for papas cup of tea.
Its the glassy stillness and silent shores but also the ferocious waves crashing and howling winds. It's the pitter patter and inaudible chatter of my irāmutu, it's the sideline cheering and chanting on a wet winters day.
It's the daily gathering of maara kai, and the ability to cook nourishing kai for my whanau. Its the forehead kisses and late night cries. It's the giving, and learning to be okay with taking. It's riding those highs, and learning to equally appreciate the lows, for without darkness there is no light.
It's the uncomfortable silence, and learning to sit in it. The once hard conversations that now freely flow. The accepting of what was and moving through the layers of healing.
It's the open emotions and allowing these the ability to surface, allowing myself to feel, and allowing them to move on. It's the courage to say no. Its the learning, and also the unlearning.
It's the flow on effect. It's allowing myself the time to be alone. It's the elephant in the room that I once hid from, and now I nurture.
It's my here and my now. What was, what is and what will be.
My rongoa is in me🌿
(Written August 2021)
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