Pikes Peak

Pikes Peak
"Spacious Skies"

Monday, August 25, 2014

An Advanture of Glow Worms and a Maori Powhiri Ceremony

 
 


 


At the Mitai Maori Village we got to experience a natural bush setting, and see warriors in traditional dress paddle an ancient warrior canoe (waka) down the Wai-o-whiro stream. We also saw glow worms in their natural habitat.

The Maori Village is a 15 minutes drive from Rotorua.  It was about a 4 hour tour and dinner. We saw a performance from the warriors of the ancient Maori and experience the powhiri (welcome ceremony).  They did a powerful display of haka song and dance before we dine on a traditional hangi feast, where the food was cooked slowly beneath the ground in earth ovens. It was a very interesting and enjoyable experience.

Story of Hinemoa and Tutanekai at Mokoia Island



 Sir George Grey's ‘Polynesian Mythology’, first published in 1855.

Story of Hinemoa and Tutanekai

"Hinemoa was the daughter of a great chief who lived at Owhata, on the shore of Lake Rotorua. She was very beautiful, and because of her beauty and her high rank, many young men desired her as a wife. One of these was Tutanekai, but he knew that though he was of good birth, his rank was not high enough for Hinemoa's father to accept him as his daughter's suitor.
So for a long time Tutanekai hid his love. He saw Hinemoa only when there were great meetings of the tribe, for his home was far across the water, at Mokoia Island in the middle of the lake. When the people gathered together he would content himself with gazing at Hinemoa from a distance, and yet it seemed to him that sometimes she would return his looks. But he thought to himself, ‘There are many other young men more worthy than I of winning Hinemoa's heart. If I approach her to declare my love, perhaps she will be displeased.’
Now Hinemoa did love Tutanekai, but she too hid her love, thinking, ‘If I send a message to Tutanekai, perhaps he will not care for me’.
At last, after many meetings at which their eyes only had spoken, Tutanekai sent a messenger to Hinemoa, and when she had heard him, Hinemoa cried joyfully, ‘Have we each then loved alike?’ Then Tutanekai asked Hinemoa to leave her home and come to him, and to this she agreed.
‘At night’, he said, ‘when you hear the sound of a flute across the water, it is I; come in your canoe’.
Every night Tutanekai sat on a high hill and played his flute, and the wind bore his music far across the lake to Hinemoa's home. But Hinemoa did not come. Her people had suspected her intention, and they had pulled all the canoes high up on the shore. Every night Hinemoa heard the sound of her lover's flute, and wept because she could not go to him. Then she thought at last, ‘Would it be possible to swim?’ She looked at the wide water and her heart failed her; but then she heard the flute again and knew that she must go.
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It is believed that their descendants are living at Rotorua to this day.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Sights and Smells of Te Kauanga



Along the Rotoura Walkway is the sights and smells of Te Kauanga.  The area has a smell from sulphurous gases belched from the depths of the earth.  The yellow and black colors in the rocks are sulphur crystals formed from rising hydrogen sulphide gas.  The gas was very active and people were not allowed to walk off the trail.  The Grey colored rock was formed from silica, deposited by alkaline spring water that flowed over this area when the lake level was high.  Green and brown algae grow in some of the warm, shallow waters.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

I Wander Lonely As a Cloud

 


 
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
 
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
 
by William Wordsworth

Sulphur Bay Wildlife Refuge





The Rotorua Walkway included a walk through Sulphur Bay Wildlife Refuge.  I never seen so many birds in one place.

Rotorua Walkway New Zealand




This is some of the scenery from the Rotorua Walkway on Lake Rotorua.  These pictures were taken in February 2014 at summertime.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Hobbits like to eat "Cabbage" and so do Rabbits


Hobbits and Rabbits have several things in common and eating cabbage is one of them. Of course J.R.R. Tolkien made a distinction that Hobbits dwell "...in very well-appointed holes (none of your wet, smelly rabbit holes, mind you)."  Hobbits do have the long rabbit looking feet but the similarity ends there.  Hobbits are distantly related to humans and resemble humans in their dress, mannerisms, gardening and so forth.  There was one rabbit from a different childhood tale, Peter Rabbit who ate like a Hobbit!

"Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter ... Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who  were good little bunnies, went down  the lane to gather blackberries; But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuces and some  French beans; and then he ate some radishes And then, feeling rather sick, he  went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr.  McGregor!.."
Quote from "The Tale of Peter Rabbit" by Helen Potter (1866 - 1943).

Beatrix Potter poet

Helen Beatrix Potter was born in 1866, in South Kensington, London. She was an English Victorian artist and author of children's stories, creator of such winsome and nattily attired characters as Benjamin Bunny, Squirrel Nutkin, and of course Peter Rabbit. Her father was a wealthy investor. Potter lived a secure childhood at home, with her younger brother Bertram. She wrote "The Tale of Peter Rabbit".

Ah, Sunflowers in Middle Earth's Garden


 

I took these pictures in February 2014 at The Shire from The Hobbit film set.  It is summer time in New Zealand. Sunflowers were planted in most of the gardens and in front of some of the Hobbit holes.  The sun was shinning bright and blue clouds set a picturesque backdrop.  The gardens were fresh, green, and bright with an array of colorful flowers. The sunflowers were the tallest and most appealing with their black eyes.



Ah! Sun-flower

By William Blake 1757–1827 
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done. 
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: 
Arise from their graves and aspire, 
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

"Hanging Out the Wash" at The Shire



Hobbits did not have washing machines and clothes dryers so you will see clothes lines all over The Shire.  Some had a clothes line across the windows or on top of their hobbit dwelling. The top picture shows the clothes hanging on the grassy roof not too far from the chimney. As a small child, my mother washed and hung out the clothes to dry. My grandmother had an old washing machine that you had to place the clothes through a roller to squeeze out the water.  At age 4, my hand got stuck in that roller and I still have a scare on my left hand where the roller ripped off the skin. She dried the clothes by hanging them out on a line in the sun.  It is rare to see that now days.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Children's Express Theatre Performs at Allegro

 The Children's  Express Theatre performed 'Lost Treasure of Shipwreck Bay' for the residents of Allegro in St. Augustine, Florida.  It was a full house with people lined up outside the doors trying to watch.  The audience loved the play and thoroughly enjoyed meeting the children and youth.  This is the third performance the Express Theatre has performed at Allegro within the past 12 months.  Last September, the Express Theatre performed "That Dastardly Dirty Darlene".  It was about the town of Dirt Clod and the town's bully "Dirty Darlene". 

 
At Christmas 2013, the Children's Express Theatre performed "Charlie Browns Christmas" and it brought back memories for many of the audience since Charlie Brown comic strips have been in newspaper comics for 52 years. 



In September, we will start rehearsing for a new Christmas play and will be returning to Allegro to celebrate another Christmas season with them.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Children's Express Theatre Presents "Lost Treasure of Shipwreck Bay"











 





 The Children's Express Theatre of St. Augustine performs "The Lost Treasure of Shipwreck Bay."  The play is an 5 act slapstick comedy that takes place on a Caribbean island.  Captain Chris P. Cooky is the proprietor of an island excursion company.  He is assisted by colorful locals (Coco Banana, Pearl Shellfish, Brad Krumbs) in searching for his long-lost family fortune. His great-great granddaddy's ship was carrying the treasure when it wrecked on Shipwreck Bay near an crumbling lighthouse. The play's theme is 'The Way of Love' base on I Corinthians 13.  These young actors have demonstrated love for others in giving their time, effort and hard work in rehearsing for a month to perform this play for children within our community at VBS and they will be performing for Allegro Assisting Living residents.

The Way of Love

"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.  If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.  If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.  Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.  Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.  And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."   

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Rotorua Lake, Lake of Black Swans








Rotorua, a Maori word meaning literally "second lake", was originally settled by the Maori of the Te Arawa tribe.  Rotorua is the heartland of New Zealand Maori culture.  Lake Rotorua is the largest of the 16 lakes in the Rotorua district.  Mokoia Island is on the lake and for centuries been occupied by various tribes. The lake is a treasure of wildlife, particularly black swans. 
There are seven species of swans in the world, all pure white except for the Australian black swan and the South American black-necked swan. The black swan was introduced as a game bird from Australia to New Zealand in the 1860s but also probably reached New Zealand naturally and are considered a native bird.

Sonnets of Edna St. Vincent Millay
From Fatal Interview

"O ailing Love, compose your struggling wing!
Confess you mortal; be content to die.
How better dead, than be this awkward thing
Dragging in dust its feathers of the sky;
Hitching and rearing, plunging beak to loam,
Upturned, disheveled, uttering a weak sound
Less proud than of the gull that rakes the foam,
Less kind than of the hawk that scours the ground.
While yet your awful beauty, even at bay,
Beats off the impious eye, the outstretched hand,
And what your hue or fashion none can say,
Vanish, be fled, leave me a wingless land . . .
Save where one moment down the quiet tide
Fades a white swan, with a black swan beside."

—  Edna St Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright. She received the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1923, the third woman to win the award for poetry, and was also known for her feminist activism and her many love affairs.
Mamaroneck, NY, 1914, by Arnold Genthe.
 
On her death, The New York Times described her as "an idol of the younger generation during the glorious early days of Greenwich Village...One of the greatest American poets of her time." Thomas Hardy said that America had two great attractions: the skyscraper and the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Lake Taupo - North Island's Heart of Blue and Turquoise Pearly Glimmer




Traveling to Lake Taupo we stopped and had tea at The Fat Trout Café. The lake  is the North Island’s heart according to Māori legend. It is  the largest lake by surface area in New Zealand. It has a perimeter of approximately 193 kilometres and a deepest point of 186 metres. Lake Taupo lies in a caldera created by a super volcanic eruption which occurred approximately 26,500 years ago. According to geological records, the volcano has erupted 28 times in the last 27,000 years but is now considered to be dormant.