Sue Wootton
The woman who greets me in the foyer of the Dhargyey Buddhist Centre smiles and puts her fingers to her lips. She leads me into a large room with high, ornate plaster ceilings where a man is bent at work over a table. It looks for a moment as if he is painting with a fine brush. In fact he’s rubbing the serrations of a slim brass conical tube with the bone handle of an old carving knife. The tube is filled with sand the way a pen is filled with ink, and from its nib flows a stream of brightly coloured marble sand. Tibetan lama, Venerable Geshe Losang Dhonyoe is making a Medicine Buddha Mandala, a healing gift to the people of Dunedin. [Read more…] about A Medicine Buddha Sand Mandala


A is for Anxiety
Poems are sneaky but each poem is sneaky in its own way. We could say the same about melanomas. And so, sneakily, just like that, a little volcano on the left arm turns wrist watch into risk watch…
I think it’s fair to say that the majority of us who experience on-going pain will seek relief from medical practitioners. Four years of repeat presentations in excruciating pain, to GPs and emergency departments, and the medical profession were unable to diagnose my son. Being a skinny young Māori musician, they labelled him a ‘drug seeker’ instead.


I write a weekly column, WordWays, in the Otago Daily Times newspaper, in which I look at language matters, very broadly conceived. Articles range from the history and grammar and wordstock of English, to its family of languages and beyond, to the purposes of speaking and writing in it, and the rights and wrongs of spelling, pronunciation, grammar, syntax, you name it. I return whenever possible to the best exemplars of our language, Shakespeare, Milton, Dickens — the giants of English expression.