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The Bend that Met the Break
What Happens When Loss Shifts Our Story and How to Write a New One There was a long silence in me that happened last year, a quiet that overtook my words and inspirations. I was lost in a failing relationship. If we were two trees in a forest, I was bent in a graceful...
Castle Hill
I once saw a photo of Kura Tawhiti, or Castle Hill in New Zealand. A man walked between huge boulders at sunset with mountains fading into the light. The scene looked like something out of a dream. I decided then to make a special trip to see it while on the South...
Swept Away by the Catlins
The Catlins are an area of the southern most tip of New Zealand, a rolling mass of green hills, wetlands, waterfalls, forests and beaches that all are pressed by the wind. The wind is what brought me here, that and the affect it has on the trees. Combined together,...
Sacred Sequoia
I came across a Sequoia tree today in the Queenstown Gardens. It's a child in comparison to the largest in California, yet towered over any trees around. It's hard to imagine Sequoias being cut down at all, let alone used for things like fence posts and match sticks....
Wanaka
Wanaka is the wind that whips through my hair It is the poplar leaves that dance in the light And the scent of pine that reminds me of home It is blue waves rolling onto an open shore free from high rises, leaving only bold views finished by grand mountains far away...
Slowing Down in Arrowtown
Life could be a dream, sweetheart. I keep hearing those lyrics run through my mind while walking in Arrowtown, New Zealand. It’s a charming place nestled in the mountains that's been kept historically intact from its gold mining days. White picket fences and an old...
Walking on a Dream in Angkor Wat
We ride off into the morning light, the sun's rays golden over farmer's fields with an occasional palm tree jutting out of the horizon. The air is cool for a change and I wrap my scarf around my shoulders and neck to shield myself from the wind. A few motorbikes pass...
