Yesterday i awoke at 4.30am and set off from nelson, downhill, on my way to dunedin. Whanau and family sound similar and they are in many ways. When whanau calls it is time to listen. It was dark and frosty, stars intruded and i found myself leaning forward a few times to get a good look. The car was a cocoon and I had lots of time to think. And i thought about the past and how a few generations ago, this journey which took 10 hours, would have and did take generations. It is amazing to consider that when waka and walking were the only options - the world was a lot smaller and also bigger. Our ability to travel - quickly - eating kilometres is mind-boggling.
When the sun rose the crisp, white frost was like snow. I find the further south i go the lighter I become. Aggressive angles subdue into rolling hills. Is that what coming home means?
Deeper and my ancestors become restless - sliding into the past and the future.