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In Auckland, I learned what color the yolk of an egg is meant to be And in the Longwood Forest, I learned how to listen And heard a voice I’ll never not know Just after Arrowtown, I learned how to sleep In the surface of Lake Wānaka, I saw myself for the first time And just before Highland Creek Hut,…

When did you stop playing in the rain? On my final morning in New Zealand, I quivered in boat pose on the beach as the hour’s imminent rain began falling. It was gentle at first. I stayed until it became steady and cold. And I smiled at a memory; the kind that floats past from the camera’s perspective; the kind…

Shimmering fingers knitting quickly in the windowObserved in reverse A reflection ahead I find myself on the edge yet again One more day of me We three strangers in the jet-black seaThree times underneathFuzzy and barefoot on the pavementThe blisters sting this morning A March to the New Moon A salute to MoanaAnd to me,TooOne more day of meReminders often…

This morning I peered my head out from my cocoon (my top bunk at the Atlantis Backpackers Accommodation) to find that last night’s commotion I thought to be a dream had in fact resulted in what lay at the foot of the 6-rung-ladder, the first of many obstacles between me and the toilets. The woman who was, when I laid…

Do you remember the lesson on colloids? Shame sits solidshoulder-heightmilky ormurky, maybe impassable or perhaps impenetrable a cozy mystery, reallyI end as I began:ahead of myself alone in the fogunsure of all but my own two feetand my tongue behind my bottom row of teeth

Today is the last day of January and despite my Trying To buy only the necessities, I am on my way to buy a wee candle and press it into a wee dessert and celebrate one whole month of my traveling a way I have never before travelled. Because this sort of celebration is, well, necessary. Things I didn’t expect…

One slice of cheese, atop one multigrain cracker and beneath one pitted green olive One each I watch Arlene prepare a hut snack for herself and her partner, my mouth watering. Cheese and crackers a luxury that reminds me of home and of some pretend Mediterranean vacation I could be on. *I would, in fact, go on to purchase and…

Oh, how intensely human it is that I am immersed in some of the most spectacular examples of wild and true nature that exist on this planet and I am writing about my feelings! I have forgotten to mention how, on many occasions over the last 3 weeks, it has struck me dumb how rivers just run And run And…

After a tussle with a tricky hillside, in a struggle to get my pack off my back, I broke my (grandmother’s) chain. Before I started this walk, I wondered with a friend whether adornments such as this one would matter to me as much when I was away from all the extra nonsense of the world. And when the chains…

I have been neglecting my gratitude practice, not making time to physically note what has been delighting me. I hope that once I settle into being on the move, my practice will find its place. That I will make space for it* Today felt lonely. Arriving in Queenstown yesterday, especially at such speed, with such laze, I wondered about my…