The Sway of Traditions

I sat in a bustling coffee shop with my screen lit with emails. I could hear an array of accents, differing from region to region around me, the sound of the espresso machine echoing across the walls. The old style front windows letting the cold air gently seep in with the early rays of sunlight…

On the Other Side of Stress

We sat in the waiting room, a familiar feeling to me. The receptionist chatted on, while the posters intended to calm lay crooked on the wall. They called me back, I answered the questions about my medical history, they checked my vitals, and sent me off with a smile after waving the card through the…

What Will History Say About Us

With heels on my feet walking down a steep road, I could not help but feel the joyful feeling of a sunny day. My dress waving in the wind, greeting the sea breeze coming in. Fern laughing at my shoe choice, but understanding that some days a girl just wants to put on lipstick and…

Figures of Fear

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

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…