A strong day to come home
It was a strong day to come home. Big cumulo-nimbus and majestic squall rolled across the coast around us dropping showers in columns. The late afternoon sun slanted beneath the cloud silhouetting the hills and cliffs and casting rainbows on the islands.
A small flock of shearwaters, brown and white, dipped into the dark green sea, wave tops knocked off by the fresh breeze shining brightly.
I’m a bit overwhelmed.
We coasted into Auckland on the tide with the lights of the city shining in coloured strips on the still water. It was a beautiful at night. We dropped the anchor, and said our karakia of thanks for safe passage and homecoming after what feels like a lifetime away. And crawled into bed.
As the bright morning sun brought the new day we motored across the channel, cleared Customs and then scurried back across to the marina in time to tie up the canoe, grab a pair of shoes and jump on the ferry to go again across the channel to farewell our brothers and sisters on Te Waka Tapu, the long awaited voyage of Te Aurere and Nga Hiraka to Rapanui. The closing of the Polynesian Triangle, four and half thousand miles, then back.
It was the strangest thing to have literally just landed and feel my heart going out to those just beginning. I didn’t for a minute want to go with them, but I know what they’re going to face and as little as I know most of these people individually we’re joined thru the canoes, thru the kaupapa and I’ll add my prayers whenever I think of them to the hundreds of others from whanau and friends on shore that they stay strong and safe.
I’m definitely a bit overwhelmed.
The roar of the city and the flood of information is something I’m not used to. Having lived for the best part of the last 2 years on the canoes seeing the wonders of the Pacific and learning about our frivolous destruction of the planet I see thousands of cars with one person in them, buses, boats, factories, disposable plastic everywhere you turn, supermarkets stocked with cans of tuna. People so busy keeping their own lives together that they do the best they feel they can, but there’s limited understanding of the urgency we now face.
Constant access to the internet’s a blessing and a curse. There’s an awful lot of idiocy in the world, but at the same time there’s such a huge volume of people calling and acting for positive change, offering words of hope and ways of doing things that the sense of support and motivation to carry on is very strong.
So yes, I feel a bit overwhelmed.
It’s good. It’s not easy, but it’s real and in moments of flux and change the greatest opportunities are present. And there’s no question that things are changing, for better and for worse. The challenge is to stay open, connected and alert.
Great things are happening.
It’s great to be home.