Ever felt like you’re standing in that grey space between the dark and the dawn, not quite sure where the path is leading? That’s Te Whaiao—the shimmering transition where potential starts to take form. In the tradition of the Whare Wānanga, this is the bridge between Te Pō, the realm of becoming, and Te Ao Mārama, the world of light.

This Christmas, as the Pōhutukawa blossoms paint our Tai Tokerau coastline red, I’ve been reflecting on the ancient "Word" (Logos) from scripture. It’s wild how these frequencies vibrate at the exact same level as quantum physics. In science, we talk about Entanglement—the fact that once two particles connect, they are forever linked across the universe. In our Māori world, we call this Whanaungatanga. Whether it’s the breath of the Creator or the quantum field, the message is the same: you are never truly solo.

Stop chasing a "bottom line" that doesn't exist; your bank account is literally breathing the same air as the mangroves in the Hokianga, and science finally has the receipts to prove it.

Tēnā koutou, e te iwi. Pull up a chair here on the porch. I’ve been sitting with two books lately—one is David Deutsch’s The Beginning of Infinity, and the other is a 19th-century Te Reo Māori translation of the Gospels. At first glance, you’d think they’re worlds apart. One talks about quantum multiverses and the reach of explanations, while the other talks about the Logos—Te Kupu—the Word that brought life. But when you look closer, especially through a Ngāpuhi lens, they are telling the exact same story: nothing exists in isolation.