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…

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…

The Wild Places

The wild brush around me seemed to hold stories as it scattered itself across the hillside. Stories of those who sought to claim it under their name, and those who simply wanted to settle for a better chance at life. The Pacific Islands hold their own history that I know little of, which prompts me…

A New Homeland Across the Sea

I rushed through security and scurried my way through to the terminal. I frantically checked the clock and realized I still had ten minutes to spare before the flight boarded for Wellington. I settled for a moment and looked out the window just as the sun was stretching up across the horizon. The rays reflected…