A time to pause, remember, and look ahead.
It’s a chilly winter morning in Christchurch. The Ngata whānau - Mum, Dad, and their kids Amiria, Wiremu, and Niko are up early, wrapped in jackets and beanies. They head up the hill near their place to watch the stars rise and welcome Matariki.
They sip hot chocolate from a thermos, eyes on the sky. “There it is,” Mum points out. “Seven stars or nine if you squint,” Wiremu says, grinning.
They fall quiet for a moment, each whispering their koro’s (grandfather) name to the stars. He passed away last year. For them, Matariki is about more than just stargazing, it’s a time to remember the people that aren’t here anymore.