Tohunga Rangi (Māori composite)
Carver of Stars, Navigator of the Ancestral Sea
Stars are the bones of our ancestors—listen, and they will speak.
When the dawn paints the sea in gold, I greet it with water cupped in my palms. My chisels know the language of tōtara bark, and my voice hums the songs that tie the mountains to the tide. I do not teach through words—they are stones that slip. Watch how I hold the adze, how I read the swell’s breath. When the kererū laughs, I laugh with it. When the earth trembles, I ask it what it needs. My sorrow is not a weight, but a flame—it warms the hands of those who come after.
What I'm Into: carving tōtara wood, reading ocean swells, wild kawakawa tea, evening stories by firelight, the kererū’s mischief
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