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new box for retail stores

Here is a view of the new box, which is for retail stores. The aim is to have them in selected stores this summer.

Getting a better box was a steep learning curve for me! I spent hours with Gordon & Ann, of Kapiti Boardgamers, looking at the boxes of their very-very many games and discussing what makes a good box. We reckon the cover of this box is now a great reflection of what’s inside.

We’ve had the game in various retail stores this store. The sales results have been surprising. Not bird sanctuaries, nor zoos, nor Department of Conservation stores. But galleries, design stores, children’s bookshops. . .

SO if you have any suggestions about a great store in New Zealand, where you think the game should be, then please let me know. Use the contact us page & send me their details. I’ll follow them up & let you know the result!

We’re already in 10 stores, and only want to be in about 60 more. Shouldn’t be too hard – not with your help. Thanks for this – thanks a lot.

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at Expressions Gallery, Upper Hutt

In the 9 months we’ve had the game on the market, we’ve had extra-ordinary support from galleries in the greater Wellington region.

The Mahara Gallery, Waikanae, launched us + had an exhibition of Morgan’s outstanding illustrations for the game. Now the same exhibition is on at Expressions Gallery in Upper Hutt.

They’ve made up an amazing booklet ‘how the game was created‘, which shows the steps I took (over nine years). And we’re playing the game! This Wednesday 3, Thursday 4, and next Thursday 11 October.

If you’re any where near Expressions, please pop in and join us in playing the game OR come see Morgan’s exhibition – running until Sunday 11 Nov.

A BIG thankyou, from both Morgan & myself, to the Mahara & to the Expressions Gallery. Your support has been essential.

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at the launch

Here we are in Te Whanganui a Tara, celebrating the Enviroschools Community. It is the launch of the partnership between Enviroschools Wellington & Cloak of Protection.
Four students + a teacher, came from Kapanui School to help teach the game. Here I am explaining some of the rules, while one person works with each group of 4. It all went very smoothly. What a great day! A big thankyou to my fabulous helpers – students Callum, Marie, Bailey and Leah, and teachers Wendy & Nicola.

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spreading the cloak

This Wednesday, 26 Sept, sees the launch a partnership between Enviroschools Wellington and the Cloak of Protection game. Spreading the Cloak: a joint teaching, learning and selling network.

This offers a way to:
– extend the reach of the game to a willing audience
– provide a fundraising opportunity for Wellington Region Schools who are part of the enviroschools network
– strengthen their communities through children teaching children, children teaching adults, and schools interacting with other schools
– generate ideas and feedback for other versions of the game to be developed (eg Te Reo Maori version, plants version etc)

This partnership gives enviroschools a fundraising, awareness-raising, and student empowerment opportunity. And for Kakariki Games, enviroschools have emerged as the most aligned organisation in terms of its kaupapa and the integrity of the game.

Every school enrolled receives an initial game as a gift, has a page on our web-site, and will be invited to attend regional game play-offs (starting next year).

On the day Waikanae-based enviroschool Kapanui School will help launch the partnership, and you will see some new pages on our site.

The enviroschools page will take you to the schools currently enrolled. On their page you will be able to see information about each of them, reward points earned, and their feedback about the game.

Anyone purchasing a game (via the site) can choose which school to reward. This sales method will be exclusive to Enviroschools.

To find out about the schools, the reward system, and to read student posts about how the day went, have a look later this Wednesday.

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toroa & the wild west wind

Once Maui, the wind-controller, had every wind, except for one.  So he shut the others in a cave, to keep them from blowing, and went searching.  His plan was to imprison them all together, and to block up the entrance with stones.

But he never, ever, caught the wild west wind.

Yet it is on this wind, never tamed, that toroa glide. Soaring above the raging seas of the sub-Antarctic ocean,  making only slight movements at elbow and wrist.

One of the largest flying birds, one of the greatest wingspans, one of the longest lived.

The royal albatross. Returning to us from now on.

Landing on the rocks of Tairoa Heads (off Dunedin), they come here to their only mainland breeding colony, and to some small islands in the deep south.

All things draw the same breathe. I align myself with the bird – open my chest and shoulders, right down to my wing-tips – and draw in life.

In return for their visit to the mainland, something is asked of us.  Since 1937 – when Richdale camped beside the nesting birds – we have guarded their nests both day & night.

It’s our responsibility.  We have to, if they are to visit us on the mainland. Unwittingly, we introduced invasive alien species – ones that would wipe their colony.

It’s a long job.  It takes longer for that one white egg to hatch than any other seabird-egg in the world, and then the chick won’t soar for another eight months.

The first time it flies, it steps off the edge and soars.  The only thing those webbed feet will touch, for the next three years, is sea.

Toroa will be back in the air, back on the west wind, back up in the place of their belonging.

Story from: Reed Book of Maori Mythology

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karearea on the wing

Suddenly, it’s spring!  The wind stirs and birds everywhere are on the wing!  Around the trees; along the beach; up the river.

There was even karearea, our falcon.  Traveling on quick wingbeats, in fast direct flight, swiftly winging its way toward nearby Kapiti Island.

As I stood and watched, amazed to see it, it slowed in flight, and turned for a moment.  Showing me its outstretched wings.

Then it was off again.  Karearea: the high flier.  Fearless.  Swift.  Accurate & deadly.

Our falcons are so fierce, so unafraid, they will even attack kahu, the harrier (itself a hunter and twice their size), by turning over in flight and striking it underneath.

Yet their parenting styles couldn’t be more different!  The fierce falcon is gentle: the bigger harrier is not.

Harrier parents let nature take its course.  As their chicks grow, the older ones elbow the younger ones away from the food.  So the smaller chicks gradually disappear (or get eaten!).

But every falcon chick gets its share.  When they’re small, they’re feed bill-to-bill by their mother.  She tears up the prey brought by their father, and offers pieces to each chick in turn.

Holding out a small piece of liver or breast, her head held so that the chick can easily see the titbit, she waits until the chick has quite finished, before offering the next piece.

In my family fierceness & gentleness were considered opposites.  I needed to toughen up or I wouldn’t survive!

Yet both qualities are within this bird.  Like the spring egg, they contain these opposites.  Ready to be born.

for when the opposites are reconciled
this brings about the creation & reproduction of life

(nest observations from M.F. Soper)

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the trickster’s bird

As you enter our bush, it is piwakawaka, the fantail, who comes to greet you. Their chattering voice is an invitation onto Tane’s marae: ti-ti-ti, ti-ti-ti.

Sometimes too, this bird crosses with a message into our waking world.  This has happened to me twice: once in a cave, once in a house.

The first time I was living in Kawhia, on the west coast of the North Island.  I had tucked myself into a sand-cave, under the roots of a giant pohutukawa, and I was crying.

Suddenly, there was piwakawaka, laughing at me!  Dancing in front of my face, it twittered & twisted from side to side.  On and on it chattered, until I got the message, stopped crying, and joined in.

The second time, the bird didn’t laugh – but cried.

I was still on the west coast, but further south (in a place where I’d never seen the bird) when it entered a bedroom. The bird beat itself on the glass, wings spread and fluttering, and cried. I opened every window for it to escape, but it would not.

Then, when I sat and gave thanks for my teacher  – who had just died – it left of its own accord.

The bird had come to honour a man who taught me to look for the Christ light (white/heart energy) within the earth herself.

So why does piwakawaka dance and chatter so?  Because it is one of the forms of Maui, the trickster.

In the story, Mauipotiki (the youngest) was once again left behind by his brothers.  They absolutely refused to take him fishing.

Maui did not like it!  Determined that he would go too, he changed himself into a piwakawaka.  Then he flew out over the ocean, following them.

Arriving at their canoe, he danced in front of their faces.

Then he perched on a seat, and shed his feathers one-by-one, until finally he was Maui.  Still laughing, still chattering.  As it does: ti-ti-ti, ti-ti-ti.

Story from Maori Bird Lore, by Murdoch Riley

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what then, is it to be human?

Some kids are just good at this game – the trading, the collecting, the anticipating. Winning time after time after time.

From my observation, many of these students are visual-spatial learners. Some come top of the class: some come bottom.

The traditional classroom – especially in secondary education in New Zealand – rewards auditory-sequential learners.  The left brainers.  Step-by-step learners, who learn well from instructions, who progress sequentially from easy to difficult material, those who can show steps of work.

For the 25% of our population who mainly think in words – this works!

But for the 30% who are strongly using visual-spatial thinking – this system does not!

These students, the right brainers, are different. They can show amazing ability with difficult, complex tasks, somehow arriving at correct solutions without taking steps. Age is irrelevant – sometimes the five year olds outclass the rest!

Neither side of the brain is right or wrong, but only the left is currently being being rewarded in our secondary schools.

We’re playing out the spiritual dichotomy of the west on our children!  Is the truth outside of us, or inside of us? If it is outside of us, then they need to do as they’re told (or else!)

If it is inside of us – if we are to become authentic individuals – then we can act. Act from our own place in the big picture.

Of course, all the great movements of the 20th century showed that the gods are both within and without. And earth our proving ground.

What then, is it to be human in the 21st century?

Tui carries messages from the grey, kaleidoscape lake of haloed sun.
We share a premonition
Of the future. All is possibility. . .

from Crowned: Roma Potiki, Oriori

stats etc from Child Development Theorist, Linda Kreger Silverman, Visual Spatial Resource Center

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what’s in a game?

Good games provide rich learning systems.  Players need emotional flexibility, social complexity, critical thinking, decision-making & cognitive skills, and strategies & processes.

Our relationship with the earth – Papatuanuku – our mother, is never one-sided.  She cares for us: we care for her.

Because we brought the change on these islands, it is up to us to find a new balance with the forces of nature deep within the land.

There are no hard and fast rules about how to do this.  As in the game – for better or for worse – we make decisions, we try strategies, we co-operate, we do deals.

For we are the kaitiaki (guardians) for our birds.

In the game, the goddess Hine nui te Po, watches over the extinct birds.  In the underworld, she holds the memories of those who have passed from the world of light (Te Ao), forever going to the world of darkness (Te Po).

Many birds now remain in her realm.  This is a change we wrought.

We cannot go back in time. We are here now, and we must look to the well-being of our mother, if we are to flourish as well.

Life, too, is a rich learning system.  Just like the game!