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Musings from Aotearoa: August 2014
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Thoughts and photos, mainly of my interaction in the Ruahine ranges in the North Island of Aotearoa, the place I now call home and where my wandering soul finally found peace. Monday, August 25, 2014. Maybe the best journeys are the ones that are worth repeating, and are repeated. 8212; Rebecca Solnit. 15 August Evening.Sunrise hut. Does this represent a lack of imagination, a lack of curiosity about other places? The snow covered forest seems silent. Bending but not breaking under the strain and weight.
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Musings from Aotearoa: October 2013
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Thoughts and photos, mainly of my interaction in the Ruahine ranges in the North Island of Aotearoa, the place I now call home and where my wandering soul finally found peace. Thursday, October 17, 2013. Upper Makaroro hut : near the headwaters of the Makaroro river. The focal point of the Ruataniwha dam. Steep rugged terrain. Not difficult to see far below this point on the river why technocrat money changers want to alter these places forever. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Robb in the Ruahine. RTC Member...
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Musings from Aotearoa: July 2015
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Thoughts and photos, mainly of my interaction in the Ruahine ranges in the North Island of Aotearoa, the place I now call home and where my wandering soul finally found peace. Friday, July 24, 2015. Sharing a fire with Wordsworth. For oft, when on my couch I lie. In vacant or in pensive mood,. They flash upon that inward eye. Which is the bliss of solitude;. And then my heart with pleasure fills,. And dances with the daffodils. Wordsworth, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. It is now -2 here in the hut. W...
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Musings from Aotearoa: August 2015
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Thoughts and photos, mainly of my interaction in the Ruahine ranges in the North Island of Aotearoa, the place I now call home and where my wandering soul finally found peace. Thursday, August 13, 2015. We were born six weeks apart. Those two little babies on the laps of our mothers would grow into very large men. How I wish I could sit in that lap and be comforted just one more time. Be it Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, or a Packer - Bear game, it didn't matter, the fun was about to begin. RTC Member ...
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Musings from Aotearoa: The End of the Road
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Thoughts and photos, mainly of my interaction in the Ruahine ranges in the North Island of Aotearoa, the place I now call home and where my wandering soul finally found peace. Thursday, July 9, 2015. The End of the Road. Back in the summer of 2012 we went back to the states for a visit. We arranged an evening celebration at one of our old gang's place. Everyone showed up and it was a wonderful time. The passing of the last 30 years pretty obvious, and the hugs and laughter seemed very genuine. RTC Member...
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Always going, going, going on beyond: The sky is red
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Wednesday, June 12, 2013. The sky is red. Talked to my boys today about time. One asked, why does time seem to go so fast? I responded with an age-appropriate lecture about relativity and how time only exists as our perception. A way to measure our perception. The younger one asked. It's what your senses tell your brain. The sky is blue. Dust makes you sneeze. My older boy is starting to think big. He asked, What about the way the planets rotate and spin around the sun? And another day passed. Maybe I'm ...
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Always going, going, going on beyond: The robin and the roaring engine
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Saturday, March 16, 2013. The robin and the roaring engine. Why don't my kids need naps? Once they are up for the day they stay up until they are forced/coerced/bribed to go to bed. Not me. I love a good Saturday afternoon nap. Today, I slept so deeply in my big brown chair, that I woke up drooling. I dreamt I was walking around with my eyes closed, that is I couldn't. Open them, but no one around me seemed to notice or care. I was carrying on my daily routine with my eyes closed (Hello metaphor! Yeah, t...
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Always going, going, going on beyond: Heart to heart
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Saturday, June 13, 2015. A client with cancer gave me a 1952 penny today. Rita Dove, an American poet, was born in 1952. This is one of her poems. Or turn over,. Break or harden,. So it can't feel. A tip to spin on,. Just a thick clutch. I feel it inside. I want, I want—. But I can't open it:. I can't wear it. On my sleeve,. Or tell you from. The bottom of it. How I feel. Here,. It's all yours, now—. To take me,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Ruins of the Moment.
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pohanginapete: Ghost thoughts
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Pete lives in the Pohangina Valley, Aotearoa/New Zealand and writes about travelling and people, mountains and other wild places, photography, Aotearoa-NZ, natural history, strangeness and possibility, wondering, life in general and a swag of other stuff. ('Paw-HUNG-in-uh' is a close enough pronunciation.). But those rides tend to be irregular, and less common in winter. Now my preferred exercise is a walk up the No. 1 Line track, with the bike rides interspersed so I’m not binge-exercising. When I bike ...
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Always going, going, going on beyond: What's a colonoscopy like?
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Thursday, April 11, 2013. What's a colonoscopy like? Just like an old car, a person gets to a certain age when things start to show signs of wear. Wrinkles, grey hair, those cold mornings when it's hard to bend over far enough to put your socks on. To grow up hungry? To die from starvation? And that was it. The anonymous resident pulled the scope out, wiped it with a rag for the next patient* , and the kind nurse rolled me out to recover from the drugs. Slam, bam, thank you ma'am. At the barber shop.