Their worldview, is shaped by the land and sea, and it feels quietly grounding, like a soft cleansing of the heart.
Take the shoreline.
Each of us carries mauri, a life force that shifts like the tide.
In te ao Māori, the movement of the sea reflects our kare-a-roto, - not just emotions, but dreams (moemoeā), intuition, and inner stirrings. The ocean doesn’t resist the pull. She follows her rhythm, offering space to whakawātea, - to clear, to rest.
Standing at the water’s edge, I’ve come to feel that rhythm.
A quiet reminder that it’s okay to be as I am.
To move with whatever I’m carrying.
And to find, in that rhythm, a little space to breathe again.