A Dance With the Past

The rain softly hit the pavement as I walked through the gate to Victorian times. A mix of people in Victorian dresses and suits walked along old cobblestone streets next to steamers and trains.

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To Imagine Beyond Suffering

Last week here in New Zealand it was Mental Health Awareness Week. It opened up the opportunity to listen, to have tough conversations, and to realize how much of our childhood we are chasing long after it has passed. 

Snowmelt on the Southern Alps

I thought of what a busy culture turns me into, what I turn myself into in the moments I am alone, and what everyone else seems to want for me.

The Places We Walk

I turned the corner of the hospital ward, flowers resting on my forearm, feeling my own memories swirl in my head. Remembering what it felt like to walk the halls of a place that seems similar in any country. For a split second, I connected to the girl sitting next to her mother in the…

Perhaps We Are More Than Just Surviving

I stepped outside with the laundry basket on my hip, my eyes focused on the sheep slowly moving across the hills. I walked down the porch steps to hang the laundry on the washing line, twirling it to the hillside for the pegs to be within my reach. I breathed deeply into the crisp air,…

Shooting Arrows

Shooting arrows of failure and success, all the while learning why the leaves change their colour can teach us about life.

Reinventing Life

Reinventing a way of life, and what that even means in the modern world.

Changing of the Tides

Not every new beginning looks the same, nor will every decision be an easy one. As I looked back at the empty room of my first months in the South Island, I was reminded of quiet days watching the harbour waters rush in and out, the call of gossiping seabirds, and the quaint feeling of…

A Kiwi Christmas

After marveling at the various light displays around the neighborhood on a warm summer evening, we shuffled into a muggy church filling the air with Christmas carols. The candles were lit on the edges of the window as if setting a winter scene, but the hot air made for quite a different Christmas Eve than…