Sometimes doorways appear where you least expect them. And when you find them, the path is often messy to get there and it takes some courage to open it.
The research proposal I have been preparing and submitting with a Māori Health Services Provider looks at women who were imprisoned while pregnant, and the effect that had on their relationship with their child and their wider whānau/family relationships. And then looks at developing a service that is partially residential to help these women and their children and their families, and is so powerful and exciting. And could really make a difference. And be rolled out to other communities. But I have had such moments of doubt. I could do it. But who would fund me. I am no longer part of an institution. But the research is good. The proposal is good. I can’t pre-empt where this will go. The ultimate decision is up to minds that are not mine. And political environments that are not mine. But this is so exciting. And we have the support of the community if it goes ahead.
Sometimes, those doorways are scary. But they are there. Hidden areas of gold in amongst the debris. And without taking a step through it, all you know for sure is that it definitely won’t happen. Imagine if it does. How freakin’ incredible!!
And while all this was happening. This painting happened, and I didn’t see it until it was finished. And ‘Doorway’ seemed apt. Those golden opportunities…
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