East Guardian
Balance
KAURI
Kauri, the forest giant, is a national treasure. In times past the ancestors came to Kauri, to the Mother of the Trees, to ask if they might have her children to make waka to sail the wide ocean. When this wish was granted, Kauri become the ancestors’ vessel of dreams that carried their hope to the world.
When Kauri is damaged by the storm-winds it bleeds. From within itself it finds the means to seal and heal the hurt. This amber gum is its inner essence shared with the world. Some see these oozing droplets as tears of grief for the hurts of the past.
Kauri’s life spans thousands of years to hold the saddest of stories, the destruction of the greatest forests in the land.
Few Kauri remain today. Yet they bear silent witness to our actions in the past, to a wanton harvest that cut deep without asking, that failed to honour the needs of our children seven generations hence.
Few Kauri remain today. Yet they bear silent witness to our actions in the past, to a wanton harvest that cut deep without asking, that failed to honour the needs of our children seven generations hence.
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