To be, or not to be...political.

I have been trying to keep my blog simple, and explore notions of whanau.  Whanau is where its at for me these days, out of necessity and because I want to build a formidable sense of it for my kids.  Not in the mafioso sense, in a values-based, strength-based, positive sense.  And today I built on more of that.  Found myself home early from work, which sadly is rare, and I only had one child, which is even rarer!  So there we were, the potiki and I, bonding over jet planes (orange for him, green for me); watching a bit of Ben 10; chatting about Kura and the roasting of marshmallows at the beach on his trip that day.  Its the simple things in life that matter when you're one on one with a five year old.  The others were all out at Touch training and Waka Ama training.  Sports and kids are like a no brainer right?  Discipline, responsibility, team work, fitness, fun, and (costs aside) relatively pain-free!  And I don't have to do anything.  Great stuff. 

But well, maybe I need to get writing about other stuff, get a bit more political.  You see I've latched onto another blog and I usually don't comment on them.  But I started commenting on this other blog and I bloody couldn't shut up!  I managed to contain myself - barely, and so now I think I need to extend my writing.  I have strong ideas about Māori Education, of course, that's my background.  And I have some unionist perspectives on stuff, which I'm keen to explore too.  And the political stuff is pretty hot right now.  So, maybe my first official outblog could cover some of that, or all of that!  Or alternatively, I could keep bombing other blog's!

Actually, I think the habit of writing has to gain momentum first.  Regular and often.  I love writing, that's not a problem.  Writing has always been a passion, and comes easy to me.  I love words.  I remember sitting on the Capital Connection one time trying to argue with an artist that the view of Raukawa Moana and Kapiti Island that day could be better described with my words than with her paints.  Threatening, dark, moody, anxious and foreboding versus shades of grey, and hues of purple, blue and tinges of black?  I think on some level we were 'speaking' the same thing, just through different mediums.  Time of course is an issue.  Cant blog about my whanau all the time, or it will take me away from them!  And I am healing through writing which of course was the covert reason for setting up the blog.  I took an emotional battering and thought I could blog about that for a wee while.  I am pleasantly surprised that I don't want to write as much about that as I thought.  It will rise up every now and then no doubt on my epic journey, but I think maybe I've made my way around a bend, and the road is getting easier.