Ngā Uri o Metapere ki Arahura
Well, what a fantastic whānau hui that was.
Uri o Metapere Ngawini Barrett spent Show Weekend on the West Coast absorbing as much Ngāti Waewae kōrero, whakapapa, whakawhanaungatanga and kai as we could, and we loved every minute of it. We had a thoroughly enjoyable trip over the hills to Arahura, where we had the chance to reignite our flames with the ahi kā.
Reading over the evaluation forms the highlights for our whānau hui were:
- Seeing our whare tūpuna, Tūhuru, staying on our marae and learning about the kōrero of those who adorn the marae
- The ‘I Spy’ game and the awards night
- Looking for pounamu along our awa, Arahura
- Learning about our whakapapa and our connection through Tāua Metapere to the West Coast
- Intermingling with our Arahura whānau, particularly the crack-up kaumātua who I know had a wonderful time with us too.
E kore te puna aroha e mimiti ki a koutou Ngāti Waewae. Nei rā te mihi a ngā uri o Metapere Ngawini Barrett ki a koutou te ahi kā o Arahura.
Our whānau together outside Tūhuru.
A JOURNEY IN LIFE of WARRIORS OF EMOTION
(Title by Barbara Bowen and Rosa Gillespie)
When the golden dawn streams in as light
Shadows of the dark have no need to fight
Each with their own purpose no wrong or right
Like the sun and moon – Day and night
What we carry around and choose to let go
If it’s not respected how do we grow
Don’t look for sufferings that bring you low
Be like the tides that – Ebb and flow
We all have our obstacles we need to face
Needing to distant and have our own space
And if in doing so we find wisdom and grace
Then the start and finish – A different place
It doesn’t matter how heavy the load
It’s our responsibility to carry down the road
And when we’ve released then nothing owed
Time to move on to – The next episode
With so much chaos that’s happening around
We can get so caught up our emotions are wound
For those that are caught in the battleground
We are here – And in love we surround
The dark will keep coming it’s not a threat
The peaceful warriors have no regret
They rise above and offer the sunset
In words of remembrance – Lest we forget.
Nā Lesel Flutey.