Niki Harre’s book Psychology for a Better World is about how to make sustainability sustainable. “The bottom line is that as change agents, if we don’t offer people happiness, they won’t be attracted to what we do, and they won’t stick with the activity we’re offering,” she says.
Recently I attended a citizenship ceremony welcoming new citizens to New Zealand. The new kiwi I was accompanying wasn’t exactly fresh off the boat. My husband Matthew Bannister arrived in this country in 1979. After 37 years, he was finally getting around to becoming a New Zealander.
In my living room there is a beautiful handmade rug. It’s a traditional Scandinavian braided rug, made by plaiting long strips of recycled cloth and then coiling the plaits together and hand sewing them into a flat oval rug. This labour of love was created by my maternal grandmother, Adeline Nordendahl Hirsh.
Mangroves aren’t one of nature’s cuddly or conventionally beautiful organisms. In New Zealand mangroves are both a protected native species and a pest. This is a post about appreciating our local mangroves: Avicennia marina subsp australasica, also called manawa, the grey mangrove.
“Death is not the opposite of life. Life has no opposite. The opposite of death is birth.” – Eckhart Tolle. Last week I was writing about death; this week it’s birth. Two babies have recently arrived in my extended family.
This is a post about Linny the cat, Atul Gawande, and David Bowie. “Death is not the opposite of life. Life has no opposite. The opposite of death is birth.” – Eckhart Tolle.
Today is my 55th birthday. It’s also Waitangi Day, the New Zealand holiday that commemorates the signing of the Treaty of Waitangi in 1840. Waitangi Day is the closest thing we have to a national holiday.
Written on February 1, 2016
The bass player is the unsung heart of a great band. They’re standing there on stage with a huge bass guitar, and an even bigger amplifier, but hardly anybody notices what they are playing. The impact of the bass is almost subliminal.
Written on January 29, 2016
My mother, Susan Bulmer, has a bat named after her. Bulmer’s Fruit Bat, Aproteles bulmerae. It’s a giant fruit bat from the remote highlands of New Guinea. And it used to be extinct, but probably isn’t.
This is about my philosophy of eating. I believe food should be beautiful, delicious, interesting, creative, fun and social. Too many of us are giving away our power by not paying enough attention to what we eat and how we’re eating it.