Watershed – two definitions: an area or ridge of land that separates waters flowing to different rivers, basins, or seas. an event or period marking a turning point in a situation. I’ve written this post to get my head around the multiple, complex issues surrounding water management, that are currently facing New
I’ve been dreaming up a new modality. Wisewoman. It’s a problem solving modality, rather than a body of specialized knowledge or expertise. A Wisewoman is someone (actually it could be a woman or a man) who could offer informed, helpful, non-judgemental, confidential advice. Someone who has learned from their life experiences, and
I’ve been reading Ecoman, the lively and inspiring book by Ecostore founder Malcolm Rands. He’s one of New Zealand’s creative entrepreneurial thinkers, and also a pioneer of ethical business practice. Like its author, this book is brimming with ideas and energy. It’s also very readable. Ecostore is one of my favourite New Zealand
This weekend my ukulele group The Strumbles played at our local Trade Aid shop for World Fair Trade Day. Trade Aid is one of my favourite shops in Hamilton. It’s full of beautiful things and delicious fair trade food. It’s also a successful not-for-profit business and social justice organisation.
This is a post about three books I’ve read recently, that have changed my thinking. They’re somewhat outside my usual bedside reading material. None of the three includes any recipes or organic gardening tips. None mentions Albus Dumbledore or the Beatles.
Last year my life was transformed by a bullet journal. My friend Meliors Simms is usually far more up with what’s current than I am. About this time last year she emailed me and said, “I think you should know about this. Come over and I’ll show you.”
Not all salt is created equal. In this post I investigate the myriad kinds of salt and what makes them different.
This is an article about four slightly weird practices that could make a big difference to your wellbeing. One involves holding your index finger on a small machine that occasionally emits gentle beeps. In another, you move your eyes from side to side while talking.
This is a post about my father, Ralph Bulmer, a man literally larger than life. Ralph died more than a quarter of a century ago, at the age of 60. My half-brother Richard, who was only four, has no memories of our father. So, Rich, this is for you. And for the
Susan Evelyn Bulmer (nee Hirsh); February 17, 1933 – October 6, 2016; Archaeologist