Today my Australian husband & I took to one of the many powerful Northern Territory cliff faces for our full moon release. Our energy faced toward the Timor sea as the most powerful wind blew toward us at the lookout, it felt challenging and powerful. Below the tide coming in high & pushing heavy, I knew the release wasn’t going to be given to me.
Ed wrote his on a piece of paper, wrapped it around a rock & threw it seemingly effortlessly into the ocean. I’m not sure if this part happened but for the sake of the story let’s just say he casually wiped his palms together and reclined into the park bench to relax.
I bought a rock from home that I snuck back from the Cook Islands and wrapped mine around it and threw as hard as I can over the cliff, the rock landed but the paper simply flew back over my head & rolled on this open field behind us. I ran frantically to get it (Ed laughed). Round 2, new rock with a tighter wrap, this time I got angry and I called in my mothers strength & my fathers heart in a few invocations. As I threw it I screamed over the cliff in anger. The rock went in the paper flew back over my head, further away this time.
Feeling humoured & frustrated at the same time. My husband told me I needed to throw it in peacefully. #whatthehelldoyoubloodyknow
- he was right.
I stood back at the podium with my last rock & listened to the voices that are higher than me. They wanted me to haka. I was Apprehensive. 1- because I know their sense of humour & how the love to ‘help’ me keep my humility 2- I haven’t learnt any haka or Maori since high school & didn’t feel worthy.
But deep down my soul remembered the impenetrable power of this haka learnt at school, & I was gently reminded that the power behind Maori was never from hate or violence, it originated from the most powerful and to be truly feared of all.
Aroha - Love.
Upon this small, personal and meaningful haka. I remembered so much about our oneness and that we need to do this work together. I feel relieved and that I am healing. I feel that I am coming home.
And the rock, wrapped in my fear was simply taken from me by our Moana (ocean) who will serves us only when there is respect ✊