Dear Editor, The Cook Islands Government said the more they look into legalising medicinal cannabis the more problems they come across. This should not be the case, they are overthinking and complicating what is a simple task.
One way I find to reduce stress levels is to reduce my levels of expectation. For the most part people don’t know or see the difference between very good and perfection in the production of goods and services, writes Ruta Mave.
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.
They say a day in politics is a long time.
After reading my column today, I have no doubt the Agriculture minister will say, “What does she know about agriculture?”
I recently saw a video on Facebook that moved me deeply.
As we sat at a table laden with food, vegetables, corn, pineapples, paka and everything else you would have at a Mangaian church kaikai, the people sang behind us.