Some centuries back my ancestors took to the oceans; seeking adventure and their wildest dreams.
By canoe they navigated wonderful storms and reckless worlds.
Each person was allowed one possession to hold dear. Just one - nothing more.
My greatest grandmother took a urn which she held fast between her fierce feet. In that urn, I now know, she had lovingly nestled restorative spices and cultivated ancient healing plants in cushions of seaweed collected on the slide of the moon.
It is my greatest grandmother, who is said, to have halted all canoes at the distant sighting of an ember in the night sky.
That intriguing volcanic fire of Fiji became my ancestors home.
And so began the Fiji Spice Queen- a fusion of Fiji and my greatest grandmother's sacred urn.