Sitting in the shade of the tree planted in my grandmothers memory.A little bird uses the branch to scout the grass. With her red breast she starts singing sweet songs. The melody enchants me. Slowly I start hearing words instead of whistles. Don’t worry about tomorrow, live and take each …
Standing on the same intersection as where my first blog stranded. “Who am I writing this for?“ Is it to perform my best writing to show others how good I might be. For me never good enough striving to be the best. Whilst there is no best in personal stories. …
Nothing ever happens in a life on routine.Buy our new toothpaste! I hear the radio shout.News papers fill the kitchen table. Time is marked in every room.While the wall mounted rectangle tells where the world is all about. Nothing happens.The alarm cruelly disrupts my sleep.With coffee time honored as sacred.Lunch …
Settled in Wanaka, needing a job. My bank account was drained from my “luxurious” life on campgrounds on the north. Not make concessions on my choices of dinner, I remember making a red wine lamb stew in the back of my van. And off course I had lost the van …
Distance the far horizon measured, numbered in miles.Eye of the craftsmen questioned. The foot, the thumb, out of mind. Phone, bank, driver license, passport, social…. numbers.Statistics, how many, how much, how heavy, how low, how high. More numbers to satisfy the wants. Printed on paper, written and signed, presented on …
The knob turned to 6000 years in the past my hand hovers over the big green button, on which it says in big bold letters GO! I hover but do not push. My rational thinking becomes aware. Traveling 6000 years in a split second, should you not be prepared? I …
I brush her smooth, silk hair “your such a sweetheart” I whisper in her ear. She with her soft and warming heart, “can I ask you for your help today?” Reserved she nods, “I’ll be kind” I thank her, my hand moves subtle over her skin. Follow me I’ll guide …
The just in life is what is easy,if only just then matter is no longer matter.Just as life passes on. Thoughts only just to move along.Purpose lost to be all to be just.Mountains rise, mountains fall for it all to be just a mountain.
High above clouds descending into the valley to set foot on the soil of Queenstown. Shopping for new gear, a tent and sleeping bag life is different without the van. Listening to the troubadour, warm in the sun on a bed of grass for the hands of time to point …
Then another story begins, I had signed myself up for a vipassana. A meditation in a group not to speak a word for 10 days. The retreat being just an hour out of Auckland I started the drive from Turangi. In the middle lane on the Auckland city highway entering …
