Tiny kisses find their way under nails, into the creases around knuckles and veins. Fine dusty smudges left lingering behind, clinging to the skin. How smoothly these earth crumbs fall away, returning back to their mothership, Papatūānuku. The clumps of earth feeling cool and damp against the skin. Pulling apart their filigree roots and revealing what is just under the surface. Hands digging in the dirt, an image that opens up a cascade of other pictures in my mind.įingers combing out space between the grasses. You can watch the Loading Docs film above. Reflections on Mana Over Meth, with Hinemoa Elder (Ngāti Kurī, Te Rarawa, Te Aupōuri, Ngāpuhi). Determined to break the cycle for her tamariki, one wāhine toa turns her troubled life of addiction and trauma around by rediscovering her wairua and reclaiming her mana.
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