I was reading an article from 2010 about the proposed (and now completed) redevelopment of Fort Street, downtown in Auckland’s City Centre, into a shared space. Prior, it had been known mostly for crime, and had been dubbed the “Most dangerous spot for random street violence”.
Neighbours Day 2016, in Freyberg Square, provided a great opportunity for city centre residents and visitors to the city to meet up and enjoy the free barbecue, music, food, art, chess and other games.
Perhaps I am odd? Close friends and family often tell me so - I remember the names of so many people I met 50 plus years ago, but regularly forget the names of people I met five minutes ago or worse, of people I work with on a daily basis!
When it was suggested that I represent Splice at Harry Baker’s poetry workshop, the machine gun of doubt immediately fired a volley of shots in my head. Would everyone attending be up and coming poets and I the only beginner? Would I be expected to actually write poetry? Would I have to read it OUT LOUD TO A GROUP OF STRANGERS?!
Unexpected hugs are those hugs we grow to love or to hate.
As we know, hugs are a normal part of the bonding process. Hugs if we let them can prove to be inspiring and life changing. Who needs to eat an apple a day when you could have a hug a day instead, right?
As I continue my Splice journey, exploring the high-rise forests, the leafy parks, the sparkling waters and the history of Auckland’s Central City I never cease to be surprised and excited by the diverse, cosmopolitan city I have moved to.
Christmas this year was filled with unexpected gifts. Unexpected gifts displaying imperfect labels, reading: anxiety, bipolar and personality disorder.