Last Sunday, I spent a couple of hours with my freedom tribe. Men and women with heart, soul, spirit and integrity. My faith in humanity was restored. Amongst that tribe, I still see anger, rage even, grief and sorrow, but also pride in the part we played. We are a microcosm of the whole freedom community. There is still much work to be done to heal and move forward. But never doubt that we will.

On Day 24, I walked around the perimeter, as much as I could get to. I stood in front of some of the police and spoke to them of my fervent hope that it was overseas troops who were so brutal, that it would break my heart to know that it was our police. They did not respond.

On Day 20, some tradies built some toilets, plumbed directly into the sewers, because the police were blocking the portaloo maintenance men. On Day 21, the camp was gifted a gas heated shower block worth $50,000. On Day 22, at 12.30am, the police came and vandalised, then stole it.

Saturday was a beautiful day in our lovely capital city of Wellington, and it was hot but mellow down in Freedom Village. It turned to a bit of drizzle in the evening and Sunday had a distinctly autumn feel, even though it's still technically summer. Let's set our intention for a mild autumn.

If you're in fear, if you're being judgmental, if you think you know who's at fault here - I want to ask you to let it go. Can we be open to not knowing, or caring, who is right and who is wrong? Can we have a focus on resolution and peace?

It might look like just camping out and relaxing, but life is pretty busy down at Freedom Village. Even when the police aren't initiating games to keep everybody entertained, there are places to go, jobs to do and people to talk to. Especially a load of interesting people to talk to. I stopped to swap a casual greeting with a stranger today, let's call him G, and before we knew it an hour had passed. There are no strangers in Freedom Village.