Clann Kahurangi
Tāne standing in the mahau, coffee in hand, bare feet on timber, mist and bush behind the open glass wall. He is looking at whoever just arrived.

Nau mai. Haere mai ki te kāinga.

This is a house where wairua and skin live in the same room. The children are real. The love is real. The threshold is one you choose.

Cross the threshold