Christmas is nearly here, and there is so much to do – preparing for visiting family, finding gifts for the children, serving the church, writes Linda Kavelin-Popov.
Coconut trees are often called the ‘Tree of Life’ in the Cook Islands and other Pacific islands because every part of the tree is useful. But too many coconut trees can be a problem.
I ask my readers to bear with me. This column is not going to be the usual outpouring of my opinion and views, instead I write it more in the style of a Dear John letter. Remember the soldier in the trenches who got a letter from his girlfriend telling him the bad news that she had left him for another? Well, it will be something along those lines.
A FEW nights ago, I dreamed of writing on the topic of “Chocolate and the Virtue of Simplicity”.
NOT long ago, myself, James Beer and Wilkie Rasmussen pointed out that this government is spending our money irresponsibly.
It seems every other Cook Islander doesn’t think it’s a good idea.
I’ve just had a huge wake-up call, a teachable moment about my role with my adult children and grandchildren.
In my column last week, I said there is one thing that will certainly happen this year, and that is that there will be a general election.
It was a warm and low key event but a memorable one.
No sooner have the celebrations of Christmas and New Years passed, the Christmas tree packed away and remnants of time together cleaned up and we are faced as a community with manslaughter and reported thefts of livelihood and crops all around the island.
A friend of mine told me with a smile that “a New Year resolution is meant to be broken.” That is quite true given our ill-discipline and general tendency not to stick with our resolutions in life.
The beginning of a brand new year is an ideal time to wipe the slate clean and set our hearts and minds on positive change.
As 2017 comes to a close I can almost hear myself conjuring up New Year’s resolutions for the coming 52 weeks, 12 months and 365 days.
I remember our first Christmas in the Park on Aitutaki five years ago.
The bright white Sunbeam mixer would drop down into the almost clear mix of egg whites as my Aunty Mata would add the vinegar and other condiments to a frothy mix till it was like cream.
It's the season for families to gather for the holidays.
“My sons have left,” he said, perched in a chair across from me.
The victorious Cook Islands netball team returned to Rarotonga a couple of days ago, beaming with pride.
Recently there has been discussion relating to encouraging the use of Cook Islands Maori (te reo) as the primary language in the home with everyday conversation including dialects across the Cook Islands being the target.
I noted the other day that applications for people and agencies to be considered for the prestigious Cook Islands Tourism Awards were open.
“When am I considered a Cook Islander?” he asked me as we sat there watching the sun slowly set on another busy day.
Last weekend I watched my grandchildren wading out into the lagoon with fishing poles during a village fishing contest and barbecue.
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