As a child my world was filled with Maori culture and I was completely transfixed and lost in a timeless state of incredulous wonder each time I sat at the feet of my teachers to listen to the teachings, myths, legends, language and songs that they shared.
The Patupaiarehe were a favourite of mine, a race of Faeries that lived deep in the forests and often played tricks on Humans, much like the Leprechauns here in Ireland. I spent hours deep in the forests surrounding my town, climbing fire breaks, swimming in rivers, building huts, and searching endlessly for them.
Often, on a winter’s morning I would find them as the mist would descend and rapidly engulf me as I climbed deep into the forest’s belly, calling them as I went. The mist is shrouded in their energy and they would shimmer through the thin veil using it to camouflage their presence so they can emerge without being seen.