Te wā kirihimete me te tau hou pākehā

Tēnā koe sis

I thought it was a better time than ever to do a wee blog post about this strange season. The Xmas/New Year one to be exact. Te wā kirihimete me te tau hou pākehā translated is a reference to Xmas/New Year; specifically, the time that pākehā have done well to ensure we celebrate at least and it goes without saying that I am not a fan.

Since 2018 when I resurrected from my downward spiral of addiction, I become aware of many, many things. I also became very passionate about and went searching for many things that I feel I had been missing out on; especially my Taha Māori.

This is how I came to learn about the gregorian calendar, maramataka, western beliefs of times, seasons and periods to celebrate and so on.

I had spent a large portion of my life believing nothing other than what I knew which was that I would stress myself into oblivian and often put myself into debt, become even more appeasing of others than normal and place myself in situations or in the company of people I didn't necessarily want to be around.

It seems like an awful lot really but it's true, I learned all of this through the years as being the normal thing to do at the time of Xmas and New Year.

Unfortunately it's not a simple escape to detach myself from these festivities still largely accepted as normal celebratory events by my family and the families of my children's fathers and that adds a whole other layer of difficulty, straight up.

But what I have learned to do is be tuturu to myself, coz aint nobody else gonna do it.

Sure, I still make an effort to benefit from the small invites for work functions or kaupapa kai etc at that time of year mainly for you guessed it, the kai haha but also to share some end of year reflective banter with those I have had the privilege of being alongside throughout the year.

I just don't participate in the hype aye. The sales, the needing to have our lives together or atleast pretending to at whānau dinners, the ticking things up on finance to show someone we love them, the constant worrying about what to make and if it is the right dish to take along, and especially the religious stories, it's just not me.

And when I go out for my usual groceries or whatever at that time of year and the teller asks me "have you finished all your xmas shopping?" I always say yes just to stop the conversation right there lol

Matariki 2020 was my first time sharing with my teen daughters exactly how I intend to spend the rest of my life - living by Maramtaka Māori and returning to our traditional times of reset, of celebration and of planning.

I wanted them to know what it was I had discovered on my hikoi of recovery from colonisation and it's many affects.

It was a beautiful celebration of whānau restoration and ora, we had a feast of delicious kūmara, tītī boil up and roasted tītī, steamed pudding with custard and cream and I purchased for each of them, a hunting and fishing jersey and pants to keep their tīnana's warm. Wrapped in the paper of a pākihi māori out here normalising the use of te reo māori on wrapping paper, it was an experience I won't ever forget.

That was our Tino Rangatiratanga in action and that was me restoring the tapu of our whānau.

Bit of a random one but I hope you enjoyed this kōrero as much as I enjoyed writing it.

I miss my girls aye. They are off having a hararei with their pākehā Dad and I'm looking forward to our time together when they get home.

Haere haumaru sis and I see you again soon 

Miri x

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