Feelings are risk coupons  of lurking megawatts  ready to charge  at a moment’s notice; holding their ground. Grief is ache, a witness to the temporary;  knowing that it mattered. Enter whakawātea, calling to create space  for feelings to begin their journey,  for room to allow the risk  of a new beginning.

I lost her my friend  my baby my solitude mate. Her aloofness was a perfect fit following me everywhere,  while keeping her separate self; her thoughts were her own, unless there was food, then she’d gladly join in. She didn’t enjoy company; kept it to herself, she was kind that way.