Noema Cash

Ko Rangitoto te maunga
ko Hauraki te awa
Ko Te motu Araia roa
Ko Cash Toku whaanau
Ko Noema toku ingoa
Nga mihi nui ki a koutou

Being part of the island since a child, my Vision became reality to live in our family home of 59 years. Bought for a meagre 4 pounds back in the days, I returned with the guiding philosophy, that for the common good to survive away from the city and for the well being and prosperity for our whanau of nine....that I reciprocate the kindness warmth and love I once received from my beautiful, elegant nan Ruiha, Potaka, Osborne from Koriniti and my very tall, handsome, koro Frank White from Waihi, the joy of swimming on the beach, sun, kaimoana, fish in abundance! returning home only when your tummy reminds you of hunger pains and thirst!, but you don’t want to leave because you’re having such a good time! Eventually your tummy wins! walking to the batch you’re met with the smell of fresh baked scones, pikelets are already stacked for the taking!, ice cream, bushwalks! the simplicity of being in tune with each other and nature at my children’s feet....This is life! YES! It’s a replay! Now it’s me, with my children within our walls of our one bedroom batch, listening to the squeals after stepping in chook poop in the mornings or from dripping leaves after a heavy rain at night making their way outside to the faithful ol long drop....checking for daddy long leg spiders before sitting down! sprinting back into the batch when the morpork speaks!

Moving forward, Our eldest son and his father, by hand, no machinery, dismantled our faithful whare, making new space to rebuild to make room for our mokopuna, and now, our great, great grandchildren are forthcoming....I think Jack and I made a good decision to rebuild in our Sandy look forward to the holidays to have our moko’s laughter, Joy, excitement, tears, worry, arguments, hugs, and kisses, sharing of stories of our present day - and past, to healing - warms my heart my home. Yes, I Love my Island.

Life on the motu was at a slower pace which we enjoyed. The beach and bush were our children’s playground. Fishing, diving and gathering kaimoana, puha and watercress in abundance! ...... You had time to stop and chat. Traffic minimal. Old vehicles galore! One Cop on the Island. No crime, we could leave our cars, and homes unlocked for days!... I still Love my Island.

I believe although we are all from different tribes, we share a common knowledge base that when we engage with our skills and abilities we can achieve worthy results to restore and salvage the same way.

In a contemporary context we all understand how much easier it is to accomplish a goal when the people you work beside believe the same thing, value the same thing, aspire towards the same thing. Our world now more than ever there is a realisation our world is in need of solutions and alternatives to salvage as much as we can as a collective. Our motu is struggling to survive as is the Ocean that surrounds us. With Kawa Tikanga and kaupa There is hope.

The intangible bond of these 3 principles enables one to survive - My hope is to have expressed them within my korero as a reflection of the spiritual bonding of mind, body and spirit within us. There is hope. The Island is me.....And I am the Island