I took my babies, just us three, to the lake for them to see. To touch the waters and to center our core, to connect with each other and those from before. This is the land of our bloodline, I felt it beating from theirs and mine. Walking in the mist without any stress, finding solace and worries are less. Bare feet to ground ourselves directly to Pāpā, to recollect myself as their mother. To stop and breath in the crisp air, no better place to remind us why we are here. Lake Waikaremoana just me and my Matariki babies. Filling up our cup.