It was during last year’s August-December lockdown, when life in Tāmaki Makaurau was like being under a friendly house arrest, with supermarket visits and picnics with friends to break up the monotony. You see, I too wove an archway not so long ago. Because a friendship between kindred spirits will endure for a lifetime despite distance and years living in different places. “I’ve been gardening, though,” she said “I’m making an archway out of poisonous oleander.”Īnd that is exactly why we’ve been friends since we were 12. Tryphena replied that she was loving being back with family and friends but that the busyness of life was making her tired, and that she was missing her island paradise. “How is life back in the Big Smoke?” I asked, which is a dorky joke because she lives in Napier and I’m the one who lives in “the Big Smoke” of Auckland, except now that I’m middle-aged and live in the suburbs and only venture into town occasionally, and then am excited when I do, I’m not really a Big Smoke kind of lady any more. She recently moved home after spending a couple of years being an eco- warrior for DOC on Rēkohu-Chatham Islands. I messaged my oldest friend, Tryphena, the other night.
Rachel Clare invites you to commune with nature and the green magic that lies therein.
By the twitching of my thumbs, something Wiccan this way comes.
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