Good Samaritan

I’m not sure what annoys me most about this story.

Is it then way the term Good Samaritan is used in good news stories, to describe when someone helps someone out? or the fact we still debate who is my neighbour? you get the drift.

Many words like neighbour and hospitality mean different thinks to people from different cultures.

We have narrowed them to mean, the people next door, or people like us, or having friends over for a BBQ and a drink.

I was reminded of this last year when door knocking with VVCE after a incident in the suburbs where murder had taken place in a park.

We were following up people in the street to ensure they were able to access any support they might need.

The person I was working with knocked on one door, the occupants were from the Middle East, we were invited in as strangers, given water and offered food.

Offering hospitality and concept of neighbour to ‘other’ is understood by many cultures quite differently to how we see it as Westerners (although we are learning).

Context means everything and to understand this story.

There has been many conversations about why the people who didn’t stop didn’t stop, some reasons have been suggested however there appears to be no such discussion in the biblical account of the story.

The point seems to be that people didn’t stop because the main character was from an ethnic group who were not liked, in-fact they were hated.

Please note the difference of not loving is not hate, it is indifference, and Samaritans were hated.

People did not just walk past, they stopped weighed up the options and made a decision to keep walking.

Does the story raise questions for you and your understanding of neighbour and hospitality? It does for me.

Illustration Taken from the Complete Works of Henry Lawson

Australian Poet henry Lawson wrote several poems using biblical stories here is one.

He comes from out the ages dim—

The good Samaritan;

I somehow never pictured him

A fat and jolly man;

But one who’d little joy to glean,

And little coin to give—

A sad-faced man, and lank and lean,

Who found it hard to live.

His eyes were haggard in the drought,

His hair was iron-grey—

His dusty gown was patched, no doubt,

Where we patch pants to-day.

His faded turban, too, was torn—

But darned and folded neat,

And leagues of desert sand had worn

The sandals on his feet.

He’s been a fool, perhaps, and would

Have prospered had he tried,

But he was one who never could

Pass by the other side.

An honest man whom men called soft,

While laughing in their sleeves—

No doubt in business ways he oft

Had fallen amongst thieves.

And, I suppose, by track and tent,

And other ancient ways,

He drank, and fought, and loved, and went

The pace in his young days.

And he had known the bitter year

When love and friendship fail—

I wouldn’t be surprised to hear

That he had been in jail.

A silent man, whose passions slept,

Who had no friends or foes—

A quiet man, who always kept

His hopes and sorrows close.

A man who very seldom smiled,

And one who could not weep

Be it for death of wife or child

Or sorrow still more deep.

But sometimes when a man would rave

Of wrong, as sinners do,

He’d say to cheer and make him brave

‘I’ve had my troubles too.’

(They might be twittered by the birds,

And breathed high Heaven through,

There’s beauty in those world-old words:

‘I’ve had my sorrows too.’)

And if he was a married man,

As many are that roam,

I guess that good Samaritan

Was rather glum at home,

Impatient when a child would fret,

And strict at times and grim—

A man whose kinsmen never yet

Appreciated him.

Howbeit—in a study brown—

He had for all we know,

His own thoughts as he journeyed down

The road to Jericho,

And pondered, as we puzzle yet,

On tragedies of life—

And maybe he was deep in debt

And parted from his wife.

(And so ‘by chance there came that way,’

It reads not like romance—

The truest friends on earth to-day,

They mostly come by chance.)

He saw a stranger left by thieves

Sore hurt and like to die—

He also saw (my heart believes)

The others pass him by.

(Perhaps that good Samaritan

Knew Levite well, and priest)

He lifted up the wounded man

And sat him on his beast,

And took him on towards the inn—

All Christ-like unawares—

Still pondering, perhaps, on sin

And virtue—and his cares.

He bore him in and fixed him right

(Helped by the local drunk),

And wined and oiled him well all night,

And thought beside his bunk.

And on the morrow ere he went

He left a quid and spoke

Unto the host in terms which meant—

‘Look after that poor bloke.’

He must have known them at the inn,

They must have known him too—

Perhaps on that same track he’d seen

Some other sick mate through;

For ‘Whatsoe’er thou spendest more’

(The parable is plain)

‘I will repay,’ he told the host,

‘When I return again.’

He seemed to be a good sort, too,

The boss of that old pub—

(As even now there are a few

At shanties in the scru .

The good Samaritan jogged on

Through Canaan’s dust and heat,

And pondered over various schemes

And ways to make ends meet.

He was no Christian, understand,

For Christ had not been born—

He journeyed later through the land

To hold the priests to scorn;

And tell the world of ‘certain men’

Like that Samaritan,

And preach the simple creed again—

Man’s duty! Man to man!

‘Once on a time there lived a man,’

But he has lived alway,

And that gaunt, good Samaritan

Is with us here to-day;

He passes through the city streets

Unnoticed and unknown,

He helps the sinner that he meets—

His sorrows are his own.

He shares his tucker on the track

When things are at their worst

(And often shouts in bars outback

For souls that are athirst).

To-day I see him staggering down

The blazing water-course,

And making for the distant town

With a sick man on his horse.

He’ll live while nations find their graves

And mortals suffer pain—

When colour rules and whites are slaves

And savages again.

And, after all is past and done,

He’ll rise up, the Last Man,

From tending to the last but one—

The good Samaritan.

Henry Lawson

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Library books

One of the things that I rattle on about, besides living in right relationship, is diversity and adaptation.  This sounds very scientific and academic, but it applies across the board.  See, I am not a literalist when it comes to … literally anything!   And so when it comes to reading the Bible, I’ve been taught to look at it in a diverse number of ways, and be open to other ways that I am not used to, or are new to me.

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This has come up in our Bible Study recently, because we’re reading Esther.  And Esther is … well, religious fiction.  A fairy tale.  As we were reading it carefully, we realized that there were cartoonishly large sterotypes, and over-the-top descriptions, and more than one stranger-than-fiction coincidence.  It is gorgeously structured, as a piece of literature, and was probably told as a story to children before the celebration of Purim before it was written down.  And this idea that Jesus sat at the feet of his mother or father or uncle or aunt to hear this story of beginnings, literally sat and listened, came home to me during this  Bible fellowship.  But when we look at the Bible as a library of many different kinds of literature, we realize that we don’t read everything in the same way.  We read letters differently than we read poetry, and we read that differently than we read science fiction/fantasy, and we adapt our filters whether we realize we are doing it or not.  However, all of these different kinds of reading, inform our understanding of (wait for it) living in right relationship with God, ourselves, and others. 

Saw that coming, didn’t you?

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Sourdough, COVID and Romans (oh my!)

The COVID-19 era has people doing things we once did as part of everyday life.

Staying home more, going out less, preparing food at home and who can explain the sour-dough phenomenon?? It even has me hooked!!

It all started when a cousin who is also a wine maker offered to send me some of her starter, which she has been using for seven years. She in turn got it from her Nona.

Those of you who know about sour dough, will know that it based on wild yeast, meaning the starter is a mix of only flour and water. Much like COVID-19 there is much going on silently in the starter, which just does its thing, while we attempt to ‘get back to normal’!!

Every few days a measured amount of flour and water are added to the starter. It then sits on the kitchen bench or in the fridge, where it develops and grows, silently, slowly and gently. When you’re ready to make a loaf, you measure a percentage of the starter out, and add carefully weighed amounts of flour, salt and water, making a dough. The dough is then rested for a period of time. After this the dough is turned over in 30-minute intervals until the dough develops. This process can take hours, depending on the room temperature., the dough is then turned out onto a floured surface and stretched, if in this process it breaks, it needs more resting.

Once it is stretchable, you can then shape it into what ever shape you like.

Mine goes into a cast iron pot.

The dough is then rested overnight, in the fridge or on the kitchen bench.

The next morning it is prepared to bake, but there is still a careful process to follow.

The oven and cooking vessel are heated to 235 degrees, once both vessel and oven have reached the desired temperature, the carefully shaped dough is placed in the pre-heated dish, small incisions are careful scored into the top of the dough, allowing the natural occurring gasses to escape. The first 30-minute cooking time is undertaken with the lid on the pot and is removed allowing the top to develop its golden crust. It is at this stage when the aromas of freshly baked bread fill the house, and entices you just rip a piece out and lather it with butter, BUT to do so is not wise.

You need to rest the bread, before turning it out onto a cooling rack and have a fabulous product ready to enjoy with lashings of butter, honey or vegemite, a bowl of soup or some cheese.

Peter, I hear you say, that’s a lot of work for a loaf of bread, there must be an easier way. Well, not with sour dough, which is much the same way we deal with COVID-19.

What do you mean it’s like how we deal with COVID-19??!!!

Well think about this….

There are no short-cuts, try that with sour dough as I did, and it’s an epic failure!!

Sour dough teaches patience, and being measured.

Did you know bakers weigh all ingredients,? yes, they do, including liquid, its more accurate!

A friend of mine who was a baker made his own wedding cake. Each piece of fruit was sorted and cut in half!! No messy chopping; no each individual cut in half, the results were stunning!! Process and taking care and time is important, but I digress!!, back to COVID-19.

As we may become a little impatient, and want to get back together to sing, chat share food and celebrate our Christian journey, we might think, let’s just take a short cut or two!!

I have a new found respect for sour dough, while it doesn’t ‘frighten’ me, as COVID-19 may ‘frighten’ us, we should respect the virus, and ensure we are measured in our approach, and so that when we are able to gather the experience will be all the ‘sweeter’.

Together let’s share and hear each -others concerns. Like me, who listens to experienced sour dough bread makers, learn patience. Let us listen to those who are helping us put processes into place, as we plan a way back to meeting together, in a way that ensures a good outcome for us all.

A reading from Romans:

Therefore, since we are justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand; and we boast in our hope of sharing the glory of God. And not only that, but we also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.

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Pentecost Party

Did you know it’s Pentecost this weekend? In the Presbyterian tradition it almost seems that Pentecost is the forgotten cousin of the major days. You know the one that lives up in the hills in a small house in the middle of nowhere and only when Christmas and Easter are together having fun at the party does someone say, “Oh where’s Pentecost?” And another cousin says, “We forgot it again!! Oh well, next year.” 

And yet, in terms of actual importance to us, as Christians, it’s arguable the second most important day after Easter. It marks the birth of the Church and, like all the major days, has some amazing miracles and stories surrounding it. Just read Acts chapter 2 to get an idea of what happened. (Press here to read it.)

This year, with working very differently due to the virus, I’ve had time to reflect on the importance of Pentecost and why we are prone to forget it. 

One of the main reasons we forget it, I think, is that it’s boring compared to its brighter, more jazzy cousins. It’s a bit drab and we don’t get anything from it. There are no presents or chocolate eggs, no big feasts or huge parties. Pentecost hasn’t been hijacked by mainstream society and had massive amounts of commercialisation thrown at it. It’s still the poor cousin living in the sticks and only remember by some crazy old Aunts like the Anglicans. And so we have no real reason to remember it. We remember Christmas because we get presents and a few days off; we remember Easter because we get chocolate eggs and a few days off; we forget Pentecost because we don’t get anything special and no days off!! It’s a shame really, a few days off are always good. 

It wasn’t always like that. Pentecost used to live in a really nice house over the road from its cousins, Christmas and Easter. It used to come to all the parties and it even threw a huge one once a year where everyone was invited. I’ve seen pictures of Pentecost events with 1000’s of people at them. 

There used to be a day off for Whitsun but it seems to have been forgotten. There always used to be big parades and churches would walk together around the cities and towns to celebrate their unity and the birth of the Church. We’ve even got a banner here at the Melbourne Welsh Church that the Sunday School used during those parades; but Whitsun became less popular and its parties grew smaller. Eventually only a few people came and so Pentecost moved out to the country and was, like other long lost cousins, forgotten and only remembered by some eccentric people. 

And yet it should be a really important day, it should be up there with it’s better known relations, Christmas and Easter. It marks a hugely important day in the history of the Church – the coming of the Holy Spirit and the birth of the Church of Christ. 

There should be parties and cakes and songs and dancing and streamers and Holy Ghost shaped balloons – it’s that important, it’s that special. So this Sunday, at church and at coffee chat, we are remembering Pentecost. We WILL have cake and songs, we’ll invite Pentecost down from its little house out there is the back of beyond and we’ll have a church party and remember all the good things about the day. 

So happy Pentecost everyone and happy birthday to the Church throughout the world!!!
Thanks, 
Siôn.

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Quiet Confidence

In recent days there have been books released with titles like Where is God in a pandemic?, and are these the ‘ends times’. It reminds me of a sign I saw in a country town asking ‘when will Jesus return?’ I wonder if it is people who live in western civilisations who ask these questions? There are places in the world where famine, warfare, and hardships part of the every day. It seems to me that the more privileged we are, the more we expect answers when we face difficult times. I wonder if it is because we feel unsettled as our norms are challenged? We experienced panic purchasing when news broke of a pending pandemic. I wonder if those of us who say the follow Jesus buy into that panic, or do we as Siôn’s sermon on Sunday suggested, be still in the quiet confidence that God is there in the middle of this with us and we don’t need to have troubled hearts? As humans we do have questions, we often find these questions come when we are facing difficult times, it in these times we need to reassure each other that God has not abandon us, God has not wound the world up like a giant clock and flung it into the universe and wandered of elsewhere, NO God is here and we are not alone nor abandoned. Those I meet with who live life in isolation, are often aware of the presence of God. We too can share in that. Let’s comfort each other knowing the assurance of the creators love.

PW 17/05/2020

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Lock down Day 1008 Dear Diary,

Last Sunday was Sara’s induction. It was a great service and it’s lovely to have her on board with the Ministry Team. She is already proving to be a huge asset during this crisis, and there is no way we could be doing so much without her. Last week I was asked by a couple of people why we had “to rush” her induction service and not wait until this pandemic is over when we could all join together “as the church” to do this. Before we recorded the service, we thought about why we should and also why we shouldn’t do the service and the Ministry Team decided that we would go ahead with the Induction Service. The thinking behind this was simple – we have tried to keep things going during this crisis as normally as possible. We have kept services going – even adding other services to the calendar (like a Welsh Easter service and evening Vespers which we never normally do). Bible study has kept on (and it’s even grown), we’ve celebrated communion, found ways to sing hymns, started a book club, continued pastoral visits, are sending out the Monday Missive to keep as many people in touch as we can and are even doing coffee after services and during the week. So since we announced Sara’s induction in February (before this lockdown) we decided to keep it on the calendar. It was not a rush decision made at the last minute but a carefully considered idea to try and keep as much normality as we can. The church still meets, the church is still working, we met “as the church” for Sara’s induction, as we have for all the other services. In fact over 500 people met as the church for Sara’s induction and we have had overwhelming positive feedback. The building is closed, 320 Latrobe street is a quiet and cold place at the moment but that is exactly what 320 Latrobe Street is – a building. If this lockdown has shown us anything it has shown us that the Melbourne Welsh Church is a widespread and active community which reaches, literally, round the world. We have regular attenders at our worship services from Wales, Scotland, Germany, The USA, Canada, Hong Kong, New Zealand and of course all over Australia. We think that having the services online is a wonderful thing and we are hoping to continue this, even when we get back to using the church building every Sunday. We are looking into getting the equipment in place before we get back to our buildings so that as many people as possible can share in our worship. Thanks again for listening diary. I had risotto for dinner. It was 16 degrees today with clouds. Ludo’s training went well. Alan started a new job. So nothing interesting really.

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Stone Soup

A colleague of mine in the US wrote a post, which he has consented to share with us. It reminded me of the children’s book, Stone Soup, but with differences. Have a read, then I’ll meander through my mind on this one.

Grief Stew: thanks to Eric Wolf, ELCA pastor in South Carolina, USA

We’re grieving. Just to be clear, it does not have to be death which causes grief. That’s the EASIEST one to recognise but we’re grieving lives not lived, lives on hold, lives re-routed, lives transformed AND lives ended. And that’s bitter sauce.

When I learned how to cook, I was heavily influenced by my mother, who made a lot of chicken (I swore I would not serve chicken)(spoiler, I do serve chicken) and did not ever use salt. Ever. That I know about. My father had high cholesterol, and a low-sodium diet was absolutely necessary to keep him off of medications, so we all got to share that particular lifestyle. But the bitterness of salt in necessary, in portions.

When we left the US, we also left “cooking” as I knew it. Suddenly it was open-air markets (and yes, wet-markets, NOT recommended if you’re pregnant for sheer awfulness of smell alone). I no longer had to prepare meals, I had to plan, find, adapt AND cook. And I had to figure out substitutions. And I had to learn to make things like soft cheeses, grind and spice sausages. Oh, and some of the stuff I made was frankly awful. Seriously. And some of it was amazing.

When we lived in Turkey, as Americans we had access to some of the military commissaries and so we could get pork. EVERY-one wanted to be invited to our house for holidays for standing crown roast of pork (not lamb like here, which was another revelation for me) and a Mediterranean woman told me to ‘put pears in there’. I accidentally did what I usually do, rub the outside of the roast with a LOT of pepper (and some salt, sorry Mom). And peppers and pears was born. It’s really good. Everything we make, bitter or sweet, combinations of new flavours or old ones mixed in new ways, brings something to share to the table. I almost always halve pears, put feta cheese and pomegranate reduction and seeds, some walnuts and pepper in the oven and roast for the last fifteen minutes that any pork roast is in the oven.

We can salvage the stew. What we put in the pot is what we share, and the combinations are complex, confusing, confounding and crazy.

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Freedom

In recent weeks many of the freedoms we take for granted have been taken away from us while we find ways to protect as many as possible from the virus.

Those who know me are aware I am the privileged owner of a motorcycle.

 Harley Davidson has often been marketed as a Freedom Machine, and I have to admit it does give you a sense of freedom. 

With open throttle releasing fuel through the 50 mm carburettor you over take the car or truck, with the sun on your back and the wind in your face cruising down the open road, riding the sweeping curves and open stretches of sealed road with the v-twin throbbing through fishtail exhaust for a brief moment there is a sense of freedom that pauses the cares of the day  if only temporally.

Once you’re home again and the helmet, gloves and cut has been removed the reality of life kicks in and the ride slowly becomes a memory, one that you hope can be revived another day.

Freedom true freedom does not, or so it appears to me to come from mere symbols of freedom, such as a motorcycle.

We have many symbols in our house, some of which are shown below.

But as I look at them, they don’t conjure images of freedom. They may represent the idea of freedom, but do they bring freedom?

There is one cross at the bottom, which we purchased while on the NSW South Coast a couple of years ago. Sadly, the town where the artist live was decimated during the fires last summer.

The artist is portraying the cost of, and sacrifice of war.

Toy soldiers lie at the base of the cross, the carcass of a dead sea bird has been placed on one side while in the other a $ symbol.

Freedom, true freedom comes at a cost, the other symbols one a cross the other a crucifix  these are also symbols of freedom, but again these of themselves are not what brings freedom, much like my desire to be free while riding, perhaps they represent a freedom which comes via the actions of one person, that is so much more than the mere representation of objects.

I wonder if in these trying times we gain comfort from the symbols around us, those things which are familiar, I know I do, BUT, what really inspires me more is the reality that true freedom and the thing that gets us through difficult times in that reality that true freedom comes from Jesus, who is the icon of God and who sent the Holy Spirit and here where true freedom is found.

Freedom that brings Peace, Joy and Love, in spite of the trying circumstance.

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Distractions R Us

Dear Friends,

Firstly a quick check in. Are you doing ok? Take a little time now to sit quietly and just check that you’re doing well. Any signs of anxiety or stress? If so reach out to someone. Make a call, talk to someone. Give me or one of the ministry team a ring and just have a chat. 

So how is isolation for you? Many people are finding it difficult to fill all the time productively. I spent some time last weekend looking at various options of things to do while at home. 

If you are reading this via the Dawn and don’t want to type the search suggestions, and want actual links, in just email the office and we’ll send you an email with all the links ready to go.  In the meantime, move your mouse to the line below the suggestion and click when the words or link appears! Like magic.

So there are loads of things to do at this time. 

How about a virtual tour of the major exhibitions at the National Gallery of Victoria? Interested? Move your mouse to the line below and click when the words Virtual Tour appear.

If looking at art isn’t your thing what about making it? The NGV has drop by drawing classes – give one of them a go here – (move your mouse to the next line to see the link)

https://www.ngv.vic.gov.au/playlist/drop-by-drawing/

While doing your art how about a nice glass of wine. Innocent Bystander are doing virtual wine tasting. I have no idea how It works but here’s the list and and the link to their Facebook page with more info. Fri, Apr 24: Gabbin ‘bout Gamay Fri, May 1: Chatting Chardonnay ((move your mouse to the next line to see the link))

https://www.facebook.com/ibwine/

When did you last visit Melbourne Museum? Well here’s your chance to have a virtual look round. Here’s their link – (move your mouse to the next line to see the link)

https://museumsvictoria.com.au/melbournemuseum/at-home/

When you’ve finished at the museum virtually cross the city and head for a walk around the Royal Botanic Gardens. Their information is here. (move your mouse to the next line to see the link)

https://www.rbg.vic.gov.au/virtualgarden

Fed up of the gardens – well learn to play an instrument. Fender have free guitar lessons for bass, guitar or even ukulele. Sign up here (move your mouse to the next line to see the link):

https://try.fender.com/play/playthrough/?utm_source=bouncex&utm_medium=popup&utm_campaign=PlayThrough_BXPopup&utm_term=fender&src=emaill00DTplaypopup

What about helping computers learn? You can play virtual Pictionary at Quick Draw. It’s an experiment to see if computers can learn to recognise human doodles. Try it here – (move your mouse to the next line to see the link)

https://quickdraw.withgoogle.com

Yoga class?

Want to visit a new city try here (move your mouse to the next line to see the link)

https://www.timeout.com/travel/14-world-famous-city-views-you-can-see-from-your-sofa

The State Library has loads to offer – books, music, learning. Go here and explore. (move your mouse to the next line to see the link)

https://www.timeout.com/melbourne/news/you-can-download-the-state-librarys-huge-collection-of-books-music-and-photos-for-free-032620

One of my favourite things to do is head to Melbourne Zoo. They have cameras set up on loads of animals – (move your mouse to the next line to see the link)

https://www.zoo.org.au/animals-at-home/

These are just some ideas. A quick google search will find loads more. Send in your favourites and I’ll update this list. Send your ideas to melbwelshchurch@bigpond.com and mark them Stuff to do inside. 

Stay safe and keep washing your hands. 

Siôn.  

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So how are you today?

Good morning, how are you?

This is the kind of question we often ask.

It has become something we do, often without really being prepared for any in depth response.

I’m just as guilty of this as anyone.

So what are we really asking?

Are we just being polite, just polite enough to appear interested in another’s wellbeing, or are we asking something which requires an honest and considered response?

In 2016, Ruth and I, along with our good friend Doc, had the opportunity and privilege to take a trip to New Zealand.

As part of that trip, we attended the NZ Chapter of God’s Squad cmc, National Run.

These times are held all over the parts of the world where God’s Squad have Chapters.

This particular year, the NZ Chapter President had arranged for us to meet at Parihaka.

Parihaka is located in the Taranaki region. (near New Plymouth for those who went to NZ with MWC).

In the 1870s and 80s reported to be the largest Maori village in NZ. (for those interested in history you might like to read up on the story)

The only other time I’ve been so emotionally connected to place was in the dessert in outback Australia, but that’s a story for another time.

I have included some photos from our time at the Marae. (meeting place).

I have maintained contact with the Marae’s Queen’s daughter and son in-law.

Below is the response I received back when I asked how they were….

We are on day one of shut down.

Dallas is an essential worker and has to go to work.

I’m an essential worker able to work from home so financially were okay.

Spiritually and mentally great for now and physically well…..

One could do with a bit of exercise.

What a great and considered response, a we’re doing ok, or fine thanks but, no, the response is very personal and honest. It covers so much more and is very personal. ( I sought and was given permission to use this).

During these times of life where what we are so used to has been interrupted by circumstances so out of our control, how will we respond when asked the question “how are you”? what will be your response? (and mine?).

It might be time for both the enquirer and enquiree to be a little more interested and honest. Of course this kind of personal and intimate conversation comes with trust and a relationship of mutual respect with people we know and trust.

Mount Taranaki has snow on the peaks all year.
The Hangi preparation @PW
The Meeting room @PW

The Meeting room was where stories are told, people connect through stories and sharing life. We all slept in this room, no shoes food or drinks allowed. Artefacts and pictures telling the history of the peaceful resistance of colonial invasion. 

So how ARE you today?

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