Summer is long gone. At least for the past two weeks, it felt like a distant memory...
Yet today, it was summer. Summer again. Summer at the beach. Summer in my heart. And sand between my feet. An endless, joyful, peaceful summer. Full of fun and warm memories. When the sky is blue, the water clear, the sun shining, in so many ways.

And sweet sweet sweet discoveries. Of an endless summer at Tahuna Beach.

This post was inspired by roads. Roads we take. Roads we choose. Roads we travel through. Alone or with someone. With or without a destination. By foot, by car. By heart. And of course, inspired by the beautiful, mystical, magical landscape of the West Coast of the South Island, New Zealand... 

Today's Binspi: a true gem from a well-known Spanish poet, Antonio Machado. And the beautiful metaphor of the road we walk, the road we take, the road leading through life. Our life. With our own footprints. Our decisions. Our path. With all the amazing and rich experiences we gain by walking. While walking. Constantly learning from every step we take. We can and sometimes will follow others, but it is still going to be our own path. With all its beauties, responsibilities and consequences. We are in charge.

The moment she stepped on the land, to check out the place where they will be potentially living, there was no turning back. She felt home. Yet she tried to deny it. As it was so very different from everything she has ever known from before. Tried to protest against it, even semi-faked a terrible bad mood to distract the attention. Semi, because she recognised it quite soon that it was just the programming. Automatisms. Fears. Excuses. To distract. To hold back. To keep everything under control... Haha, so pathetic. And so hard to recognise.

But eventually, she listened to her feelings... She's been practising it for some time now. They emerged with a supernatural power to help her win the battle of truth over her mind. They always show up in the right moment. And they are always right...

Today I started the day early. Benefits of the jet lag. :) We have been away for some time. We were back home. And now we are back home. Evergreen paradox of the global living, switching countries, switching lives. :)

As I was walking down the beach this morning, I felt incredibly peaceful. I missed this beach. The beach that means in a way home to me for the last year. The smell of the sea, the sound of the waves, the morning sun. The space. The energy. The ocean bliss. And all the relaxed feelings it comes with. People taking it easy. Having a walk. Happy doggies running around, playing in the water. A total no stress attitude. A total slow down. Living the moment. It was good to be away a bit, and to look at it again, with a fresh eye. 

One year. It's been one whole year. One whole year since the moment we sat on that plane. Excitement in the air. Smile on our face. Destination - Magical, fascinating, breathtaking. New Zealand. :) ​Time to reflect!

Today we got cultural and upon the invitation of a lovely friend, we seized the moment and headed to Aotea Square, to Aotea Centre, one of the most well-known arts and events centres in the heart of Auckland city. To peek into the Pan Pacific Youth Harmony Festival. :)

I believe we have all got wings. However, there are times when they might be broken. When they might need a rest. To recharge. To heal. To recover. Or just grow. To fill up with energy. Power. Life. 

Until the moment comes, when those beautiful, strong wings can spread again, or spread wide open for the very first time. When you can finally spread your wings and fly...