Happy Winter Solstice!

The sun is about to return (on June 22), bringing with it not so much warmth (for the coldest time is yet to come) as light, and that is welcome.

These images are from the altar set up for my Winter Solstice Retreat. These are the symbols for fire in the north.

And here is air in the east. I always think of birds when I think of air, and for winter, the birds are owls, those birds of the night who can see in the darkness. Matariki (the Pleiades) also falls in the east, for these 'little eyes of the gods' have now reappeared and can be seen on the eastern horizon at dawn.
A new seasonal year has begun. After so many disruptive events, may this new year bring peace and joy to all.

Winter solitude

St Heliers beach is usually bustling with walkers. But not on this wintry day. The emptiness spoke to me of the emptying out that takes place in winter, and the seat seems to be offering an invitation to sit and be still.

In the other direction, it was the immensity of the winter skyscape that struck me. Winter has its own grandeur. I'm stepping into it.

The zen of winter

Winter pares away details, and renders things simple and clear, like a Japanese wood cut. This is the melia tree, that I watched shedding its leaves. Now only these little gold berries are left.

And here's the jade plant, a mass of flowers, but simple in its shape against the backdrop of the flax.
I'm finding beauty in bareness this winter, and letting my life become as simple as the season.

Be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are.  When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you.  ~Lao Tzu

I found one!

I've been wanting to find one ever since I first saw it in a book on native trees - that was about 40 years ago. I even planted a tree, but it never fruited, maybe because it needed to be a female. 

It's a titoki berry. And today I found my first one ever. There it was on the pavement, like a lucious little strawberry inside an acorn-like cup. It looked good enough to eat, but evidently they don't taste fantastic, even though Maori children used to eat them.

There's one, up in the tree, hidden inside the brown seed cases. You would never know they were there, except that I happened to spot some red stains on the pavement, and then found the one intact berry.

It's the little black seed inside the enticing red flesh that was of value to Maori, for the seed contains the finest oil they knew. It was quite a business extracting it, involving mashing up the fruit and washing away the flesh, then pounding the seeds and placing them inside a long, tough kete - flax basket. With a stick at either end, two people could then wind the basket in opposite directions to squeeze out the oil.

It was used in perfumes, and as a much prized hair oil.

The amazing thing is that the fruit-bearing titoki tree is next door to where I now live. I could so easily have missed it, but I'm learning to watch out for things as I take my walks, and keeping this blog is honing my powers of observation.
The titoki doesn't fruit every year; in fact there's a proverb that says a tree bears fruit kia puta tana hiahia —when it wants to. So both the titoki and me had to be ready to find each other.
I'm so happy to have found this beautiful, lush little gem!

Winter light

I'm enjoying the special quality of the winter light. 

It paints the water with a special shimmer.

It's cool and silvery, especially as the sun is going down. And it brings with it a feeling of peace.

. . . only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. 
-  Ruth Stout

A splash of purple

A splash of colour is so welcome at this time of the year, as the days grow grey and cool. I was so happy to find this lassiandra flowering when I took my walk.
It was a flower that my mother loved. She had one growing outside the dining room, where she could see it catching the morning sun rays while she drank her cup of tea.
I had a lassiandra in the garden of the first house I ever owned.

Purple is said to be uplifting

calming to mind and nerves

offers a sense of spirituality

encourages creativity

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the colour purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it. —Alice Walker

Slow season

It's been the warmest May on record this year, so it's not surprising that the exotic trees are slow to shed their leaves. This magnificent oak tree stands in Awhitu Regional Park, on the site of the first European settler's house. It's been shedding its foliage from the top down . . .

. . . leaving a circle of crisp leaves on the ground beneath, dry enough to tumble in.
Meanwhile, the native trees are green-leafed and enjoying the rain. This old puriri stands in the same grounds.

And it sheds its beautiful pink flowers on to the ground beneath. They stand out brightly on the tree itself, contrasting with the green.

Two cultures stand side by side in this land. I love them both.