Thin Places
Inspired by Peter Beck. The thinnest of barriersseparates us from wonder.From an understanding of love, waiting. As paper cannot be seen throughyet we know it is so thin.Shine a light on it and see for yourself. Like the sun hitting…
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Finding Jewels
Inspired by poet Kathleen Gallagher Some conversations are like jewelsFound, unexpectedly, on a rocky beachA West Coast beach full of grey rockthat has been buffeted by wind, rain, wavesand over time perfectly formedcoloured stones into smooth objects of desire.They are…
Doing business Japanese-style: What can Kiwis learn?
Pre-meeting meetings sound like bureaucracy gone mad to Westerners, but the Japanese method of decision-making means everyone is brought along together.
A Life of Service
Inspired by 90-year-old Sister Mary Scanlon. You describe being 16 and holding the handof an old man breathing his last.Your memory of that moment still,crystal clear though long in the past. Inexorably drawn to this life,of service – for deep…
The new Christchurch style: Old boys out, entrepreneurs in
The earthquakes have changed the culture in genteel Christchurch. Now it’s more about how you can contribute than who you went to school with, writes Steven Moe.
Collaborate
Inspired by Holly Norton. Rain falls on my rooflike a thousand fingers typingdrenching all who venture outsmall streams turning into floodmoving the long settled stonewashing up gold nuggets to shore Yet each drop on its own would gounnoticed, likely brushed…
The social enterprise sector comes of age
From businesses doing good to charities running businesses and everything in between, social enterprise as an industry is growing up and holding its first national conference.
A Blessing
Inspired by Mark Ambundo. If our purposes are like arrows pointing in the way we should goI see you have a quiver full and carry with you a strong bow May they fly where you will them,always straight and true,and in the…
A privilege denied to many
Inspired by Cheryl Doig. That child, you saidwas killed for stealing five dollars.Decades ago now,yet grief still fresh in a mother’s eyes. What was his name?No response could truly reflectthe value of a life snuffed outblown like a candleglows brieflylight flickers,…
Identity
Inspired by Rwandan Refugee Simon Mbonyinshuti. Your identity stripped awayin a gunshot moment.Carrying with you only your name.Clinging to it as you hid in the dark,under beds, under chairs,emerging from a tomb,of silence. Photos all gone,memories only remain.Never forgetting,what is…
