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On ONEYEARANDTHIRTYTHREEDAYS

A few notable things have happened in the past couple of weeks. Firstly, I went for a horse trek- a wild, wet, windy canter along the sands following a splash in the surf and a beautiful stagger through the native bush, over little streams and across wide open paddocks. This was with Wayne and Penny, our neighbours, kind of, at Wildcoast Ruapuke. Lucky to be invited, and excited to be back in the saddle, riding reminded me of how wonderful it is simply to walk and to look, to not really think, just sit back and go with the movement, in this case of Blue, a handsome and sturdy roan.

Also, I spent a day working for a clever friend of mine, Ben, who makes groovy shoes from upcycled materials under the name Trash Footwear (www.trashfootwear.com). This earned me an awesome pair of boots, ready for Winter wanderings. He's off to Oz to do some work, so needed a hand tying up loose laces and fattening up the website, which was real fun.

Then there was the storm. A mighty weight of wind, whipping and smashing through Ruapuke, taking trees, power lines, tipping, tossing, tumbling all kinds of objects as if rubbish, leaving then strewn across lawns like an obstreperous teenager, who's in fact still waiting, sulking around the mountain and shouting gusts of air, though for us now from a more amiable distance. It came in the night and felt like it could kick the bus down... Fortunately, it's reasons lacked conviction and it seemed to stomp off after an extended tantrum, leaving, well, just a bit of a mess. Which afforded us a lovely day at the bus, with no power and a good reason to cook delicious food on the fire, dream up cool ideas for the bus and of course, siesta.

Our Faith, Material-Love N Clueless Wazee’s

On The Still Small Voice

“How good something is should never be determined by its cost, designer, origin, or its perceived value by others.” ― Ashly Lorenzana

Dear Gerri Global Member,

So, last night while enjoying the moonlight, I had a brief meeting with myself. The meeting was about an epiphany I’d encountered a few minutes earlier that touched on faith.

Faith I now saw, was something we only held in mysticism, mostly associating it with religion. And from this association, we distorted all of its other meanings. In my solo meeting, I realized that every seemingly impossible feat that has ever been achieved by any human owed its success or completion to faith/confidence.

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