Every time you laugh out loud, Luxon gets cramp (and other spells)
How can we ever hope to create a different world if we have lost the capacity to dream?
How to Love when the world is imploding
Remembering is the work. Seeing clearly is the work. Naming correctly is the work.
Write the words when they show up or lose them forever
It reminds me that memories make up so much of who we are, but what if we don't get to choose what we retain?
3 v. simple things that have helped my mental health (and might help yours)
Bookmark this email and come back to it when you are at a low point.
So you want to publish a book?
Sometimes, publishing can be as simple as having access to the means of production: a printer, glue, and a craft knife.
Stuck: On the conditions that ignite or suppress truly creative writing
This type of writing doesn't feel like work. It feels like something between necessity and reward. If I was a bird I guess I'd sing.
Announcing an exciting new creative direction for this newsletter...
For lots of reasons, it feels like the right time to switch things around.
Exciting news! (and boring admin)
Sharing and exchanging from our respective kete mātauranga? Yes! Let's do that.
Poppin' off Pānui #10: Eyes wide open
When you put all the pieces together it's really clear that standing with indigenous people on the front lines of their own whenua is probably the most powerful climate action we can take. That's true here in Aotearoa as much as it is in Palestine.
All those years to be my valentine
But I love that it was Love, not fear, that wrested you free in the end.
Hope is shaped like a shovel and will give you blisters
More than once I felt like kneeling down. There’s a kind of awe that hits you when you understand the scale of the loss and the commitment required to heal and recover.