ANZAC Weekend. A time to reflect on those who fought for our country and those who lost their lives for us in the hope we can enjoy our lives in a peaceful time.
My generation reflects on how we are the lucky ones, fortunate because we have not had to go to war. I have, however, friends who fought in the Vietnam War and every one of them carries scars from their experience.
A highlight for me this weekend was Kahurangi Maori Dance Company presenting Whakaaria Mai at St John's Cathedral. My cousin Sandra Mauger quietly translates words spoken in Maori during the performance.
Wi Te Tau Huata, padre for the 28th Maori Battalion, is recognised. We listen to his recorded words describing what it must have been like for those mothers watching their sons leave the shores of Poneke (Wellington). He describes how these young men, some teenagers, too young to have wives or girlfriends, would have been reflecting on their mothers as they left, knowing they might never return.
Whakaaria Mai is composed of short performances, waiata highlighting songs written by Wi Te Tau Huata, another a theme of colonisation, intermarriages between Maori and non-Maori. Wi Te Tau Huata was depicted as bringing people together through the revitalisation of the Anglican church, and included his marriage to his wife - all of these events brilliantly choreographed.