It frightened me awake. I ran into my parents’ room jumping between them scared and shaking. I dreamt our kuia was in a casket being lowered into the ground. ‘It’s just a dream,’ Dad said. When he arrived home the next day, he lowered his head and voice and said, ‘Aunty is in the rest home. Staff didn’t raise the side of her bed; she fell out and is bruised all down one side.’
Nothing at school connected me to my history, my whakapapa, my inherent knowing, the fullness and richness of who I really am. Nothing and no one was there, to prepare me for a lifelong journey of intuition and knowing. Who or what spoke to me that night? I was drawn to healing, counselling, massage, reiki, but something was still missing. Then one day, I just let go. With total trust and absolute faith, I called upon those beyond the veil, the mauri, the energy of everything around me, and I remembered her.
I am rongoā. Rongoā is me. I am the earth, the air, the sea. I am everything Mother Nature offers thee. I am the mummy who talks to her unborn child, who tends to their wounds, who hugs them when they’re tired. I am the daddy who teaches the child as they grow, the things he’s been taught, everything he knows. I am the child, who sits on the knee, and wipes away the tears of the kuia as she grieves. I am the kuia who in reciprocity miri[s] the child with all her memories. I am rongoā. When we listen to our body, and what it has to say then Mother will guide us in her very special way. To the rongoā that’s right for us at that one moment in time, will get to know which one it is because for us, it will shine. I am rongoā. Rongoā is me. I am the earth, the air, the sea. I am everything Mother Nature offers thee. I am rongoā.