Figures of Fear

We all walk with figures of fear on our shoulders. What we do with that fear is up to us.

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Port Town Living

I sat on a rock to catch my breath for a moment as Fern wandered around looking at plants cluttering the forest floor. “Where does that bush track go?” I asked pointing the opposite direction of where we intended to go. “I don’t know, it’s a mystery path. Shall we follow it?” Fern asked. “Might as well…

Turning of the Page

The ocean waves roared against the sea wall, as I ran to overlook the infinity of the ocean. For a brief moment I could feel no pain, no worry, no waiting for something to come. I was just floating in a moment of bliss, of joy, of beauty. The west coast of New Zealand seemed…

Bittersweet Transitions

I stopped to rest my heavy backpack on a rock as I looked out at the stunning scenery around me. The cliffs etched the sky with a purpose as it decorated itself in patches of snow and a hint of wildflowers that scattered near the tree line. With a mix of laughter and conversation, we…

The Questions We Ask

I sat on top of the hill taking in every breath of fresh air I could. The train weaved itself against the mountain in the valley below, echoing its sound of approach. The river stretched out for miles. It breathed in and out from the surrounding hills, guiding its currents towards the sea. For a…

As the Weather Delays

I have never been particularly good at goodbyes. At times they shatter my heart into little fragments that only hold together with promises of hellos. As I let go of Fern’s hand to send him off to his new adventure, I could feel thirty pairs of eyes looking at us, wondering and guessing why our…

At the Corner of the Street

At the corner of the street is a little coffee shop. The name faintly in white on the window with the gifts inside visible from across the street. As you walk through the door, the smell of coffee swirls around as the lady greets you in her British accent. We get to talking about life…

A Mix of Magic and Hardship

The wind whipped around me in a flurry of rain as Fern grabbed my hand to lead me up the hill. The farmland stretched to the edges of the hills that shaped the gentle valley below. As we reached the top, the pain in my body mixed with the elements overwhelmed my body. I let…

Roots of the Heart

When we appear on this earth, we already have roots in the ground that connect us to those around us. We have roots in family, in our birthplace, and how we choose to live our lives. For those who have just joined my life story, you may have noticed much talk of a man named…

The Narrative We Tell Ourselves

The worst obstacles we often face are the ones we create. The narrative we tell ourselves. We live in an age of social media jealousy that drives twisted views on reality. Yet, social media offers a unique insight to the lives of those around us. We all have something to say, and we all have…

Fighting Hate With Love

I walked up the stairs, much like any morning, but heard the sound of the news as I reached the front door. I could feel the world hurting. While we try to push aside that something of such great tragedy could not occur on our shores, the truth is that it does. Every day the…

Parallel Worlds

I looked across the sea, as if the waves would tell me their story. How voyagers from far and wide found their way to these islands. Some would settle to stay, others just to explore. Here we are thousands of years later, and we still are doing the same thing. Only this time, we live…