✨Te Kahureremoa - Sparkle Bomb✨
- Jul 17
- 3 min read
Sparkle Bomb is one of Home Ground's most special kaupapa, created in honour of our beloved co-founder Anita, our forever Sparkle Bomb Queen, and made possible by the generous support of the Patil family.
Designed for wāhine impacted by the justice system or navigating big life challenges, Sparkle Bomb brings us together through creative workshops, community connection, and the kind of magic that happens when people feel truly seen.
This year's five weeks were full of crowns, tears, laughter, purākau, taonga puoro and more sparkle than we knew what to do with. We were joined by three extraordinary artists - Maungarongo Te Kawa, Te Kahureremoa, and Māni, alongside the legendary Robyn Kahukiwa, whose mahi will forever be so powerful for all of us.
This is our reflection on what we made, what we felt, and what we're carrying forward.
For Anita. Always. 💖
Day four of Sparkle Bomb! We had the finest puoro witch out there in the Home Ground whare.... 🔮Te Kahureremoa🔮
She held us all through an incredible session of taonga pūoro, waiata, pūrākau of incredible atua wahine that we could all connect with through tears, power, laughter, softness - all of it. She took us on a beautiful journey that included tears, puku feelings and laughter - the most magical ancestral sounds of beauty and pain!
We then made some beautiful uku tangi and by the end of the workshop some of us could even find our voices in them! Hine Mokemoke was an atua so many of us connected deeply with. As one wahine said "Hine Mokemoke, if you can trust the process then so can I."
Massive mihi to Te Kahureremoa for sharing her gifts, her stories, and her magic with us. Thank you for helping us find pieces of ourselves in these atua wāhine.
Some of the words, tears and feelings that came up throughout the workshop with Te Kahureremoa……
Hine mokemoke
Her story touched something deep.
The one who is always searching.
The one who carries mamae.
The one whose cries travel far.
The one who buries herself in the sand, searching for somewhere safe to place her pain.
We spoke about the ways we take our burdens to the moana, asking:
Where does it all go?
Who holds it?
Who receives it?
And what happens when we stop searching for someone else to carry it for us?
We met Hineahuone, Wainuiātea, Hinepūtehue, and others. Different stories yet so many similarities echoed through the room.
Water and earth.
Grandmothers and daughters.
Storms and stillness.
Separation and return.
Hine putehue - She looked into the eye of the hurricane.
She swallowed the storm whole.
She held it.
And then she exhaled.
The winds softened.
The whenua settled.
Balance returned.
Again and again, we found ourselves in these stories.
In the longing. In the courage. In the grief.
One of the most important lessons from the day was:
We can all be witches together.
We don't need the cool boys.
We can cry together.
Create together.
Release together.
And sparkle together.
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