You know that we are on a bike trip in New Zealand. That’s why it’s so quiet here.
“For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom, the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.”
Another season comes to an end. Breaking up the tents, moving on…
It is always hard to leave friends and the comfort of a warm cabin behind. To trade in a convenient routine for the dusty road into the unknown.
I’ll be joining two friends for a long bicycle trip in the Southern hemisphere on roads less traveled, if that is still possible.
I will be gone for as long as I can stay with a tourist visa, 3 months that is. I hope to unwind and unplug and focus on what matters: the moment I am living in.
Until then my friends…
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
This is a quote from on of my one of my favorite books: “Into the Wild”. Chastised by many, revered by others.
You know, a new year is knocking. A good opportunity to make changes. If you don’t like your current track, make a change.
I am not waiting for 2019 to bring changes, I am moving small pebbles every day, so some day that big mountain in front of me looks more like an ant hill.
“Away back in the middle ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going they would reply, ‘A la sainte terre’, ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently.”
There are many things about winter that I like. The transformation of the mountains into pristine walls and ridges of snow and ice is probably my favorite aspect of the cold and dark season. When the storm clouds lift and some of that fresh, untouched powder is exposed, that’s when mountains turn into altars, as others have said.
“It’s not happiness that makes us grateful.
It’s gratefulness that makes us happy.”
I am grateful for a handful of friends that reach out to me and stay in touch, including readers of this blog, who give me a sense of belonging and purpose. I am grateful to have spent time in beautiful places and the ability to share moments of solitude, serenity, and happiness.
Isn’t it a bit early for snow?
I am sure the buffalo would have preferred a few more weeks of Indian summer…
Or maybe not. They seem to be well equipped to withstand wind and weather, although it takes extra effort to find that dry grass. Let’s hope fall and winter play a little more tug of war, before winter wins.