Gå til hovedinnhold

s o r r y m u m - hello New Zealand!

Maori sculpture by a New Zealand road. Photo: K. Udland
I cannot believe people from New Zealand read my blog! That makes me so happy. I love that country. Travelled both islands in 2004 in an old, yellow car bought outside Auckland. Stayed for months.

What impressed me the most on New Zealand was the people. They made me feel like a guest in their contry - not a tourist. When - not if - I studied a map on the street, people would come up to me and friendly offer their help. Or invite us to their house. We even got to sleep in a marae - a  house where the maori used to live in large families. Grandparents, aunts, cousins - everybody sleeping in one big room. Until the English moved the maories by force to live in small houses which made my friend so unhappy as a little kid missing his grandma, he ran away to be with her in the night. She met him by the creek...

He also told me how he used to stay in the forest for days and weeks without food and even clothes just living off what nature offered. And how they always and out of respect for the animals and plants, took off their shoes before walking in to the forest - in to their home. With a ceiling and walls made of trees and ferns and a floor of soil and grass, dead leaves and plants. How one little bird used to always come sit on his shoulder telling stories about the forest - but not anymore. How he woke up one morning with a warthog sleeping, nesting close to him to keep warm. How he faught to save a giant kauri tree. Oh, my maori friend told me stories that would fit a book of the happiest and the sadest.

You should try that, by the way - walk barefoot in the woods. I cannot explain how wonderful that feels. In dry and in wet weather. You simply have to try it. Some "Kiwis" even walked barefoot in town. In the New Zealand forests I saw the ferns. Saw them fold out from a spiral of hopeful green to ferns big as palmtrees. I saw the giant kauri trees with names like Tane Mahuta, the “Lord of the Forest” - a 51,5 metres tall handsome giant. I saw black swans, missed kea - the mountainparrot and clown of New Zealand - have to come back for that one...I heard the possums in the woods at night, and I saw the whales and the dolphins, I relaxed in a natural hottub at night with new friends under a starry sky and I felt at home. 

And then there was the maori artwork. The carvings in bone and in jade and the sculptures like the one on my photo in the grass by the road with no name. I love her. Thank you.

s o r r y m u m


Populære innlegg fra denne bloggen

s o r r y m u m om kjerringer - dårlig samvittighet, illusjoner, kjønnsroller og et åpent sinn

Ei kjerring, av norrønt kerling, er ei gift kone eller ei gammal kvinne av det breie lag av folket. Ordet seier noko om kjønn, samfunnslagslag og alder eller ektesapeleg status; for somme kan det ha ein negativ biklang eller bli oppfatta direkte nedsetjande. WikipediaVi har gjennomgått tiår med kvinnefokus og kamp for kvinners rettigheter.  Etter fokus på oppvaskhansker og kjoleforklær, zalo og salmiakk i en periode dukket Nora for alvor opp og Dukkehjemmet ble rokket ved. Kjerringa i det hjemmet var Torvald.
Noen av oss vokste opp med sannheter som viste seg ikke å holde mål. Sannheter og illusjoner fra 60- og 70-tallet falt for mange i grus på 80- og 90-tallet da vi etablerte oss med barn og familie og forstod at vi var nettopp det: kvinner. For da angrep kjønnsrollene – eller naturen, vil enkelte påstå – oss i et bakholdsangrep vi ikke var forberedt på etter kjønnsfornektelsen i oppveksten. For enkelte av oss var det selvfølgeligheten som falt. Selvfølgeligheten vi var oppdratt i og…

Old edition of Moby Dick by Herman Melville

Can anyone help me sort out which edition this is and if it is of any value?  Published by Sampson Low, Marston & Co. Ltd. Quote: PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY PURNELL AND SONS, PAULTON, SOMERSET,  ENGLAND.

Moby Dick or, The Whale
is a novel by Herman Melville, first published in 1851. It is considered to be one of the Great American Novels. The story tells the adventures of wandering sailor Ishmael, and his voyage on the whaleship Pequod, commanded by Captain Ahab. Ishmael soon learns that Ahab has one purpose on this voyage: to seek out Moby Dick, a ferocious, enigmatic white sperm whale. In a previous encounter, the whale destroyed Ahab's boat and bit off his leg, which now drives Ahab to take revenge. Wikipedia

Was Moby Dick a Real Whale? By Robert McNamara, About.com Guide
The great white whale portrayed in Herman Melville's classic novel Moby Dick was fictitious. But remarkably, it was based on a real animal. A huge albino sperm whale with a violent streak had fascinate…

A letter to my friends - Children first - New year wish 2017

My dear Friends,
Its been a while. But it is time. For change. I am writing to ask you a favour. Not for me, but for our children and our grandchildren.
It can be difficult to teach an old dog new tricks – a saying. The old dog being me and perhaps you. Still - we are the ones who need to teach the children new tricks. To educate them on how to take care of eachother and of the planet.
I believe the right way is not by exploiting nature, but by exploring nature – like small children do. In order to fall in love. When you are in love you want to nurture and learn how to do that in the best way and in the right way for love to flourish. Make the children fall in love with planet Earth.
I ask you to show the children, teach them, take them to the woods and the lakes, the oceans and the desserts. Show them the beauty and the magnificence of Nature. Show them her fragility and her strength. Show them the beauty of whales playing and purring between the ice-flakes. Show them the blue beauty of …