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.
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...
"Nothing happens ahead of its time."
And nature keeps inspiring. And what needs to happen always happens.
Just like this sunset. With the huge rock appearing in the tiny shell.
***Got inspired? Me too ;)
Red poppies. Delicate flowers, nevertheless very resilient.
I started noticing their appearance already on that particular Friday just before Anzac Day. Poppy Day, as they call it here. As I learned later, for women, on their right, for men, on their left. Pinned to the clothes.
Poppies... Symbols of remembrance. And hope. They were the first flowers to grow and bloom on the muddy battlefields.
April 25 marks a special date in the Kiwi calendars - it is the commemoration of Anzac Day. Probably one of the most important national occasions, too. Remembering the soldiers of New Zealand and Australia who landed at Gallipoli in 1915 during WWI. Honouring those lost and those returned. From every battle, ever since. In 2016, this occasion even more special. 100 years have passed since the organisation of the very first Anzac Day service in 1916. A centenary for NZ to participate in the war.
A travel back in time… and perhaps a way to look into the present and the future. Despite all controversies. This was Anzac Day through my lens...
My love to travel. To be on the road over and over again. A way of life. And sensations born within.
Travelling. Short term. Long term. Alone, with friends, with family. To the shop around the corner. To the end of the world. Across cultures, continents. To a destination. Through a stage of life.
Travelling genuinely shapes me. Been on the road my entire life.
But what does travelling really give me?
I have been trying to find the best way to express how I have been feeling recently. To put it in words. To write it down. To make it "tangible". To visualise it. To see it clearly in front of me, with my own eyes. To better understand it. To truly embrace it.
Guess what I came up with?! :)
Festivals. I haven’t really been a festival person per say. Not that I don’t like to have fun, music, and dance. :) It’s just that the festivals I have known so far - mostly musical - never really attracted me truly, deeply. I enjoyed them, but I never really felt the “HELL YEAH” feeling. Neither during, nor after. They never enriched me with an experience of a lifetime, or unforgettable memories. Except for some dance festivals.
I guess now all this is changing. During the past few months living in New Zealand, my world has grown wide open. (And I thought it was already pretty wide…) In many many walks of life. Including the festival scene. Here are some of my reflections after amazing Earthbeat.
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