it was a modern day loaves and fishes parable


…. the summer of 78/79 I returned to N. Zed. Uni was on holidays for three months so I slipped back into my childhood bedroom and took a job at the Majestic Picture Theatre in Willis Street Wellington selling movie tickets.

Superman the Movie was released in the December and I gave free tickets to Mum and Dad. Although impressed by the tour of the theatre which also doubled as a cabaret venue the movie was not their cup of tea and Dad was nudged a few times when his snores got too loud.

Over the long weekend in January 75,000 plus people flocked to Waihi on the east coast of the North Island for a three day music arts counterculture event called the Nambassa Festival.

I travelled from Wellington in a yellow Vauxhall Velox with my friend Fang, hitchikers lined the main road north and we piled three then four into the car. The roads became choked and the festival ran out of camping space. Hours and hours were spent on the side of a road miles from the festival until more paddocks were commandeered from local farmers . By the next morning police ordered the festival closed and blocked the roads 20km out but still they came. Tent cities sprung up like mushrooms along the way  and many people walked in for free. Television planes that flew over estimated closer to 150,000 .


       Nambassa was/ is a rainbow story blossoming under the broad umbrella of hippiedom where the ideals of peace and love were translated into many people coming together to camp play music and share their skills – from breadmaking to holistic healing, crystal therapy, circus tricks soul food, birthing, yoga, dance, leather work, pottery, baskets, and speakers on all subjects ranging from indigenous activism to a no nuclear future from politics ,religious faith, sustainable energy and everything else under the sun.



We camped on the top of bare cliffs beside the ocean – a long walk to the central market place and staging area , a steep skid down to have a swim and an hours walk back up. Not enough toilets had been built and the hessian screens blew away, not enough food had been  brought in but everyone got fed, not enough water but tankers were organised to bring more.


It was a modern day loaves and fishes parable

and I was there.


I felt something, a tangible change, a possibility fuelled by the passion of many people

making dreams come true.

I witnessed another story emerging …

and I am still there…

still activating the story line by line image by image

heart to heart…



Buddha sat under a tree and Realised. 

Jesus went into the desert and Realised .


We don’t need drugs or religion or leaders or laws although there can be good cause given for all or any of these tools.

What we do need is the appetite for justice integrity and grace.

Time to have our own Realisation .

No need for a tree a forest a desert or a cave,

a sincere look within and a gratitude for all that is given will go a long way towards the aha moment of who we are where we are and the role of stewardship within our hands.


we can place the story of respect front page,

hold the story of love in the centre and

spread  the story of kindness from our lips.



and then if we;

taste surrender

explore possibilities

give way

become more

do less

invite introspection

canvas diversity

honour pledges

counsel modesty

bridge difficulties

court love

listen deeply

intend truth

live presently

count blessings

serve humbly


we may remember


we are molecules and cells connected to each living thing,

we are as the Stars and the Sun

we are kin to Dolphins and Sea Horses, Camels and Buffalo.

we are love

and love is the glue that binds us together

and with that light we cannot fail.






M : earthMind


my family  my house  my land  my country

my friends  my school    my view  my space

my partner  my guru  my journey.


my therapist  my doctor  my hairdresser,

my job  my money  my business my rights.


we are adept at self identification.


my journal  my blog  my muse

my pain  my wounds   my diet  my health

my church  my religion  my facebook

my birth,

and at some stage there will be my death.


me   my   mine 

the possessive pronoun signifying ownership

possessive meaning an unwillingness to share.



there is your god and there is my god

your religion  my religion

your politics my politics

your beliefs  my beliefs

your faith  my faith,

between the yours and the mine can be a division so profound that conflict war and suffering have been the result.


it is not that the use of  my is wrong in and of itself though we could learn to use it less,

rather we can inquire why we feel an almost obsessive need to identify everything as belonging to me,  my,  mine.

am I so insecure  so worthless that I need the assurance of all the ‘mine mine  ‘ to validate my very existence.


earth mother gaia planet whatever you call her is sharing all of her ALL with us.

what we can do is learn to inhabit earthmind.

without denying our humanness we can cultivate coming from a deeper connection,

a planetary mind,

a mind that thinks from the space of all beings,

that thinks with  oneness sharing and respect.

an earthmind that will hold sacred this planet unto seven generations.

an earthmind that knows human is but one of many and while currently dominating the landscape realises this holds no future .


how to cultivate earthmind?

fall in love with the tree out your window,

with a cloud with rain and storm,

with the flowers and birds in a park near you,

with roadside vegetation,

with a creek a river a beach an ocean,

with the spiders in your home and the ants in the gutter ,

with the grass under your feet and the stars above,

with any and all aspects of nature that happen upon your door that peer in thru your window

that offer themselves to you.


feel into the grass seed bending in the breeze ,

the raven on the power lines,

the moth circling the candle,

feel the water caress your skin the sun bathe your body and the rich earth smells tickle your nose.

think /feel as if you are the earth coming to know herSelf for in truth you are and she is