ARRIVAL IN FIJI.

Well finally arrived in FIJI. The flight was pretty good and the food the usual ubiquitous on flight nosh, warm and filling , there was a film on board called "The Bucket list" with Morgan Freeman and Jack nicolson in. About these two totally opposite older guys, basically dying of cancer. They both created a list of the things that they wanted to do before they die. Fabulous film, Funny but with the heart felt sorrows of Knowing, superb Film. We all should have a "Bucket list".

On arrival at Nadi, we went through all the procedures of Immagration etc albeit a bit more relaxed than New Zealand and Oz. However standing in the queue i was tapped on teh shoulder and was pleasantly surprised to see "THOM" The Austrian Surffer i met on arrival in New Zealand. He told us of a Backpackers called "Smugglers Cove" that he was told about and was heading there. We decided to tag along Tooooo. However on retrieving our Luggage i had noticed that my Didge bag, which now housed my Didge and my Staff i made, looked like it had been attached to the wheels of the plane we arrived on and had trundled up and down the runway several times. Either that or a pack of Rottweilers had been thinking there were a few Juicy steaks wrapped up in it. MAULED.
I quicky un shredded the bag to find that my Didge was OKAYYYY WOOOO HOOO however the stick was snapped in 2 and now resembled a box of Swan Vestas, and was staff no more. We had to clear our Baggage after that through, and that was fun, my Rucksack no probs, Amandas too, and then it was the questions "whats in the bag"? A Didge i replied....."ok", just as i was away to try and neatly fold it away to some sort of resemblance of a bag, this gargantuan Fiji'n guy albeit head had a look too and spotted a feather, however i ticked the box on my "Anything to declare" bit about Agricultural item which did include feathers, and he asked to see in the bag, i produced my form of declaration, and told him it was something i made in New Zealand. He asked what it was for and at that point a younger gentleman came in about and looked too ...... he replied in his native tongue and what i could make out in universal language was MAMBO or MUMBO ....... JU JU. So i had to hand it over for to get burned in the next Pyre they were having for what ever else illegaly or legally that they not sure of........bye bye staff, however we think it saved the Didge from some damage and that what it was for. Thank you staff and see you next life.

We arrived here at smugglers cove with out any other interuptions and have settled in pretty well. Right on the beach and today was prob in the 30s at one point, Amanda and i went for a walk along and endless beach and sta and spoke to 2 wee local lassies Maggie and Miriam, who should us how to get and slice Coconuts which i had climbed for....ouch.....and also some local game like Hop Scotch, to fits of laughter from them, a few Fijian words and just real good fun.

Later We went into Nadi, a busy busy place with a large Indian Population, and had a wonderfull Fish and Vegetable Curry. We then were taken by the owner of the wee Restaurant to see about doing some Island hopping on a boat etc etc as this is the only way to really see the FIJI we all read and see in Magazines etc etc, And the cheapest. So we waying up the options now.

Photos be soon as i had not the camera today.

Hope you are all well, and NO smoke signals YET........?????

Love you all , thank you all.

Namaste. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

GOOD BYE NEW ZEALAND...YOU HAVE BEEN SO SO WONDERFULL....HELLO FIJI.

OK. Our last week in New Zealand has been amazing. After Nelson we took a kind of detour up to Marlborough Sounds. Over some very winding hills, into seemingly uninhabited country, we wondered why anyone would make the effort to drive all that way. That question was answered by the fantastic Elaine Bay - our home for the night. Talk about inspiration and creativity flowing freely...The Bay in itself was a gorgeous wee cove encircled by Mountains and forests. There they farmed Mussels, to the size of what i would say, "as large as your feet".
We met an older man and his wife, whom had this bus which was a converted single decker bus from around the 70s era which they had called Free willy...(after the film). It had a wood burning stove, kitchen and toilet etc etc, full Des res. Brian and his wife rented out their house in Auckland to some race horse owner and basically drive around New Zealand picking up seasonal work etc and a wee spot of fishing and relaxation on the way.....every day. However there was a slight downside to their tales of "on the road"their bus guzzled a a litre of Diesel to evry 4 klms......ouch.
That night we played some music outside the van and were visited by a coulple whom also decided to camp there for a few days...Ignazy from Barthelona and Christina from Uber Deuthcland.....We came to find out that Ignazy albeit a spirited wee chap whom we have never heard any one laugh so much....like every sentence he spoke.....(now that is happy), has cycled a staggering 8200KLMS in 6 months around New Zealand.....himself and his bicycle whom he had named Nora, and the Windy roads and Wilderness......honestly that guy was so so calm and connected and He just was as IS......BEING! His girlfriend Christina he had just met a week previously albeit firstly as a fellow camper at somewhere then they met up in some someobscure location and again and once more, Thats how it is.
The next day we went for a walk along this coastal walk that seemed to be around the foot of this recently de forested hillside (re planted and small sapplings showing now) which ended up along some of the most deserted and beautifull coastline that have seen...ever. It was filled with Bluffs and coves and the water a kingfisher blue. After walking around 6kms or so the terrain changed to a nice forested path with some pandana and palm trees sporadically spread out along the walk. We eventually reached the end of the path At a wee bay called "penzance bay" which had one house there, however set right at the feet of these hills and on right on the shores.....This we reckoned is what you would call a here a "crib" a holiday house, showing a wee bit of wear and tear however that in no way mars the perfect location and sense of total isolation you would have there.....All you need is a boat, and you would have fresh fish and Mussels for Breaky, lunch and dinner.....Utopia.

We headed of the next day to Picton, the town where you catch the Ferry to the North island. This had been the second time i had been there, however the first was just a quick flash, as was on the coach enroute to the North.
A wee picturesque town with a shed load of coffee shops and Local Artisan goods etc. There we stocked up on FOOD for the final few days, Rice and Noodles and some Fish and Veg , AND the UBIQUITOUS HONEY. We found a sewing shop there that sold nearly every colour of thread known to man, so bought some nice colours etc to finish of this staff i had previously started etc and Amanda some thread to mend a top etc. We started to speak to a woman whom ahad been shopping there and found out that she had recently visit some friends in Rothienorman.......small world right enuff. We chatted for quite a while and said our Happy farewells. That night we looked for a path which would lead us to the shores of the "sound" which we could camp for the night have Fire and rest. We came across this site called Aussie Bay.....pretty apt. Drove down the path to the shore and set up camp, had Fire and cooked on it, sat and looked uo at the "Upside down sky" and sent out our Love to you all.
In the morning we were greeted on awakening by a guy called John whom arrived there late at night, (past 9 is sleep time) , John a born Kiwi, however had been travelling all over the world for years, sat down with us and gave his wisdom. He had been studying and researching the power of Dreams and your dreaming, thia was very cery interesting stuff and shall put some of his teqchings to use later when required.......thank you.
Off we set, after a delicous breaky which consisted of stewed apples Bannanas and FIJOAS (the best fruit ever) Oats and Yoghurt. We arrived several hours and several hundred corners and steep gulleys drops etc on the Mountain roads to Robin hood Bay........there we drove into a wee Fir tree linned beach.....AND GOT WELL BOGGED DOWN. HELP!! Old Bob was well and truly Grounded. The road or Path to where we thought was going to be such a nice place to set up have our fire and relax albeit the wind was blowing around 60mph and the waves and surges of the sea around 20 foot plus.....hold onto your hats and every thing else. Yeh so the road looked fine, however was made up of Pea gravel.....which was around 12inches deep amd offcourse you do not realise this until you drive into it and sink and sink and can not move unless you got tracks like a tank etc....so that was like areal whatcha gonna do now senior Stewart??? Builder Bob to the rescue...knew my 26 years or so Digging and Barrowing and Experience etc would come to hand again.........DIG DIG DIG SCRAPE SCRAPE AND PULL AWAY.......WITH HANDS! Must have moved about 2 tonnes of Pea Gravel with me hands a wee stick......and it was gettin dark and self was just a tad Dirty and Sweaty by now , OUR BOB ?? Still not moving, Tried blanckets under the rear wheels and all other matter of things i have managed to pick up in simliar situations, ala experiences over my 44 years on this planet, however the one which i really needed was well out of my grasp.....no matter how much i sent and laughed and kept possitive ...... A 4 x 4 and TOE ROPE ..... OH that devine intervention again, along came Alan, a former Brit whom lived there for the last 20 or so years and whom mentioned to us that we aint the first and certainly will not be the last to get shtook! He had a 4 x 4 and a toe rope.......hitched up and within Mins ...yanked oot oh the Myre. Tea, and sit doon, welllllll shattered.
We visited a few wee places in the next few days, like Wharanui Bay, where we discovered it was a disussed Rubbish tip we had camped on , however not a piece of litter any where or the Pong that usually goes hand in hand with the refuse etc, so i guess it must have been filled in some years ago, however i had no problem going for a wee in the middle of the night, I now am the proud owner of a GLOW in the DARK.................................torch......what else.

Onward forever heading towards Christchurch and the return of Bob, our House our shelter and our sanctum for 4 weeks......sad to see him go.
We went to Hanmer springs...a des res for the Weel heeled folks here in C/church arround 150klms away and a Great Skiing spot and Boasts some of the besr spas here in New Zealand. We said Hello and Ta Ta. Onward to Rakia gorge.......strange...thought had heard the name some where before?? Looked familiar?? WE JUST REALISED WE HAVE WENT FULL CIRCLE......This was the first place we stopped leaving C/Church Now ..... Basically the last.....FULL CIRCLE......AND CLOSED CIRCLE.......TO OPEN AGAIN??? Who knows. Yeh Thank you NEW ZEALAND......Freedom, Diversity, Creativity and Ease of Living......thats why people do not want to leave. Thank YOU ALL from our hearts, you ALL have been truly TRULY wonderfull to us EVERY ONE OF YOU. XXXX

Love Peace Joy and Harmony. xxx

Namaste. xxx



HAVE WE??

HAVE WE FORGOTTEN WHO WE REALLY ARE?
Simplistic or Symbolic ?
Necessity or Luxury?
WE FORGOTTEN WHO WE REALLY ARE?
Retreat or Hack forth?
Haven or Suburbia?
Peace or Fury?
FORGOTTEN WHO WE REALLY ARE?
Consumerism or Abstinence?
Gluttony or Self control?
WHO WE REALLY ARE?
Ancient or New?
Intuitive or Ignorant?
Woman or Man?
Equal or Apart?
WE REALLY ARE ??


Days and nights here they are drawing to a close.
It is time to move on to the new lands we have chose.
Some more small steps some more wisdom we shall seek.
In each new day Arts and crafts, conversation, take a peek.
In search of You in finding ourselves with the Wisdom told
Our body mind and souls reflecting the truths that we hold.


SWEET SONG.

I hear the words "I love you Daddy" they ring
a sweet tune in my ears.
These words so so special, Earth song from
my children's hearts, nearly in tears.
Walk on a cold damp night along a faceless
grey road, songs of the earth quiet as they
rest.
The trickster inside awakens, and starts its
mischievous antics, slowing down my pace,
it puts me to the test.
"Go away and let me be" cancelling out its
tiresome frolics, put forth intention,bringing
new thoughts into play.
The grey of the night, the faceless facade all
around, now rings with colours,here now and
Tomorrow, "I LOVE YOU DADDY", i will always
here them say.

WASSSSH.

Today i had a wash
was like being born again.
Today i had a wash
like standing in the rain.
Today i had a wash
washing away the negative.
Today i had a wash
Giving me will to LIVE.
Today i had a wash
Vibrant and Glistening
Today i had a wash
walk in beauty every cell
listening.


WITH, WITHOUT.

With love in our hearts
we are as full as can be.
Without love in our hearts
blindness, the gift to see.
With love in our hearts
every minute joyous delight
Without love in our hearts
blindness, not having sight.
With love in our hearts
every day an awakening.
Without love in our hearts
blindness, sadness forsaken.
With love in our hearts
gifts bestowed treasures found.
Without love in our hearts
blindness, not seeing that sound.


BEAUTY.

Beauty, is not the latest fashion.
Beauty, is within full of passion.
Beauty, upon strangers smile.
Beauty, every day along every mile.
Beauty, is just as simple as it is real.
Beauty, look at self see your beauty
and share, it is for all to feel.

YOU.
Yesterday a thing of the past.
Our love forever shall last.
Unrequited ?, no, it is set it is cast.

GROWTH.

Listen with your heart and tell me what do you hear?
A graceful melody, a ringing that's sweet in your ear ?
Your heart is thinking, tales of happiness and wonder lust.
Talking to you, with this you listen, with this you must trust.
As you listen you come into your own.
Benefiting your life, now nurture, your way, what you've been shown.
With every season that brings new life and new crops.
What you are learning, you plant, you sow, growth, harvesting never stops.


THANK YOU ALL

The last days are here, it is time to depart.
Off on new adventures, experiences, new start.
This time here, so powerful , but yet so still.
Now we off to new lands and see round the next hill.
So, THANKING YOU ALL, each and every one, whom
has taken time out.
To read, what, why and where, the Journey so Far's been
all about.
So please log on again to read what new and wondrous
tales.
IF cannot get on a PC, will send smoke signals if all else
Fails.

Love peace Joy Harmony.

Namaste. XXXXXXXXX

What a far out week we have had since the last update...

From Queenstown we went back to Wanake briefly to charge up phones etc and upload photos, then had a crazy windy drive in the dark through Mount Aspiring National Park and Haast Pass. We missed seeing some great scenery, but we did see a couple of possums which were alive - (Most of the possums are squished on the roads, but there are still apparently 70 million of them alive in New Zealand!).

We arrived at Haast Beach at night, and were rewarded with a lovely inspiring view the next morning. Some people had built a round house sort of structure out of drift wood on the beach, which immediately captured our imaginations and got us into play mode. It gave us some great ideas for a party on St Cyrus beach when we get home. We chatted to a man walking along the beach who said that some staff from the pub had built it for parties. He also told us about two great places to visit close by. Jackson Bay and Whakapohai beach...

Jackson Bay was discovered in 1873 by 400 settlers who arrived there, but they only stayed 5 years and discovered there was not enough food. Now there are a handful of houses and a very friendly big black labrador who befriended us, and had us playing, throwing a stick for him. We had a lot of fun there and were fascinated with some strange rocks which looked metallic.

Whakapohai beach was a real find. It is not signposted off the road, and there is just one house at the end of the track. The beach was heaven. We both felt we could have happily stayed there for years. The beach was littered with driftwood staffs galore. The wood and rocks created natural sculptures, there were moss agates, quartz and greenstone (jade), and we felt very powerful energies there. It would be a dream place to live with enough beauty to keep anyone happy.

Still in the same day, we headed on to Fox Glacier. It is a huge bank of ice which feels very serene and powerful. There was a delicate balance there, as there is a sense that it could shift at any time.

That night we found Gillespie's beach - a strange sad-feeling beach with huge driftwood lumps lying about as though they are exhibits in a museum. It is quite a popular camping spot, and we met up with a couple of guys who we had seen earlier at Fox Glacier. Jim is from the States, and has been working in New Zealand for a few months. Tim is from Germany and had picked up Jim hitch hiking, and now they are travelling together. We shared a fire on the beach and some stories and our music and breakfast the next day and some laughs. Sean gave them a didge lesson.

Next day was Franz Joseph Glacier, an even more impressive glacier than Fox. There were some wonderful waterfalls there too which were refreshing feeling. Both in need of a bit of a work out after indulging in treats on our travels, we found Okarito beach - beautiful and deserted, apart from some pesky sandflies who munched on us quite heartily. Yoga and exercises helped us to get back on track with our fitness and health, although we have been scratching ever since...

We spent that night on Ross beach, again deserted apart from a lone great dane dog who kept to himself and ran purposefully around. Fire at night and then an early awakening before sunrise to light another fire and build a sacred space sculpture from driftwood and stones. Some good sending out of healing energies.

We stopped off at Punakaiki - there are some weird "pancake" rocks there, an unexplained geological phenomenon, and a blowhole which erupts as the tide is coming in. We pulled in at Porari River Track just after, to have some lunch and a little stroll. This turned into a major walk of several miles through magical tropical forest, up and down a mountain, and ending up a bit lost with no signs of where to go. Luckily there was a St Christopher digger driver who rescued us and carried us across a river and told us the way to go. Still a few miles back to the van, and on the way we explored a cavern with the help of our trusty torch.

That night was spent at Constant Bay, Charleston, where we had yet another fire under the moonlight. Apparently there are blue penguins there at times, but we haven't managed to see any penguins yet. Hoping to before we leave...

We drove through Buller Gorge the next day and stopped off to have a walk along a very swingy suspension bridge over the deep gorge, and saw some of the places where gold mining had gone on some years ago. Sean now fancies himself as a bit of a gold miner, since he discovered several flakes of gold in a river at the weekend...

That night was spent by a wide shallow river, moonlight shining in it, fire drying our t shirt and sarong... The following morning was misty and mysterious... We headed off to find a Tipi backpacker's place Sean had heard about. We arrived there at 10 in the morning, and were met by a bleary-eyed german woman who informed us that they were now closed for the winter but we were welcome to have a look around. They had 3 tipis of different sizes and a yurt. Heaven! We felt very at home there. It was fascinating to see how they had kitted them out, and the tipis all had contraptions to collect rain water and direct it outside.

We drove over the Abel Tasman range up to the very far north west point of South Island called Farewell Spit. The drive over the mountains was awesome, and we both felt dizzy when we walked up to the viewpoint overlooking the valley. We did indeed find heaven for the weekend- a deserted beach just north of a village called Pakawau. A huge fir tree sheltered our van, we found a ready made fire place which had a fire in it constantly over the next 36 hours, we made a sculpture which concentrated sacredness to the spot, and had the space and time to relax totally and deeply. The beach was littered with empty clam (called pipi here) shells, and Sean puzzled for a while about how to find the live ones. The answer came to him at low tide when he noticed little holes in the sand, dug down, and came up with handfuls of them. We enjoyed a wonderful clam risotto meal that evening. Black swans arrived in their hundreds in the morning. We were up to see the sunrise - very special.

Arriving in Nelson was quite a contrast, but it is a friendly city, relaxed and welcoming. We are staying in a camp site with great showers and kitchen. Watched the full moon rising over the mountains last night. And today Sean has had his head shaved... We have stocked up on crystals, uplifting reading material, and a new didge bag which is presently being sewn up by upholsterers. Here is a quote taken at random from "Notes from the Universe" by Mike Dooley:

"The only difference between a friend and a foe is that you've decided where love can grow. There isn't a soul on the planet who doesn't crave your approval."

OK. I know many of you have busy lives and so thank you for taking the time to connect with us by reading about our adventures. We send you all a huge friendly New Zealand warm wave of energy, and look forward to seeing you all again in the blink of an eye (well, a few blinks maybe). With much love, Amanda and Sean xx

AGE!

Oh am gettin auld, ma hair, am gettin thin on top,
daily its fa-in oot.

Oh am gettin auld, ma hair now a shade oh grey,
it used to be like soot.

Oh am gettin auld,ma beard wiz thick, it wiz jist
like a nest.

Oh am gettin auld, well ma beard? a hiv only few
whiskers at best.

Oh am gettin auld,i need ma stick tae gan fur a
stroll.

Oh am gettin auld,och aye, however a feel great
but age is takin its toll.


THE CLIMBER.

I climbed a mountain richt tae the tap.

I climbed a mountain am tuff, nae sapp.

I climbed a mountain boots oan ma feet.

I climbed a mountain face jist like a beet.

I climbed a mountain sweated like a pig.

I climbed a mountain wiz dyin fur a cig.

I climbed a mountain thocht gonna spew.

I climbed a mountain Jist fir the VIEW.


FEELING.

Wild rivers, torrent flows downward
always from source.
Gentle meandering stream slowly
cutting its course.
Roaring waves at night, the moon shines
on their crests.
The fire burns, sacred warmth, mother earth
holding, gently caress.
Sending our love through the ethereal, the
blink of an eye.
Gaze to the heavens, silent and still, the night,
the all knowing sky.
Ponderous thoughts, again they take their
place.
Creation, Mystery, the love of our God all
the human race.
All what is before you is the paths you walk,
this is your ways.
I give you my love, my heart, and all that is
in self for the rest of my days.

AUTUMN.

The forest that was once an Emerald green,
now shades of Gold, Yelllows and Russet Browns.
Walk gently, silently listening to the morning call
of the birds, merrily kicking up the crisp leaves
that blanket the ground.

Every where around tells the tale of change, change?
In nature, in self? again i listen to what its telling me.
Pick up a stick, wishing a dog would appear, an offering
for a faithfull partner, no dog, just the stick, nature,
and self in harmony.


WELCOME TO THE DRUMMING.

Welcome to the drumming,
where we are all together.

Welcome to the drumming,
where we learn about each other.

Welcome to the drumming,
the heart beats as one.

Welcome to the drumming,
our teacher beats the path
sound of the drum.

Welcome to the drumming,
where we journey and explore.

Welcome to the drumming,
have a seat, open up your door.

Welcome to the drumming,
thank, smile and receive from
above.

Welcome to the drumming,
when we finish, tea biscuits,
and whole lot of love.

MORNING.

Misty morning, bringing the dawn of the new day.
Harrowing silence, spreads its voice through shades
of the blue and aquamarine that tell us, wonderous
day to begin.

Shimmering pebbles begin to turn into their own,
releasing their warmth, comforting each other,
talking in language that the wise and the ancients
can only interpret ate, talk of truths, talk of what
was and what will be, the day has started, oh
wonderous day.

GOLD MINE.

Today i found some gold floating there in a wee stream
There were thousands of flecks just sitting there, oh how
they did gleam.
Oh yes, thought i was the richest man, oh what wealth.
Tried to get them out, my oh my, what patience, what
stealth.
However, managed a few flakes, that me really smile.
Every time i look at them. it will remind me of my
GOLDEN PILE.

ONWARD TO RIVENDEL AND THE FOREST OF LORIEN.

HI TO YOU ALL......ITS GOOD TO TALK. Love and Light. xxx


After Invercargill, we spent a night in Riverton. Arrived in the dark and left early the next day in the rain, but still had a nice view of the sea. Stopped off in Te Anau, and had a walk around the lake. It's a touristy little town, but quite quiet at the moment. Summer is over here, and the ski season has not yet started.

Arrived in Queenstown on Friday afternoon, hoping to find a pub where we could play some music that night. Tuesdays are open mic night here though. Found a DOC (Department of Conservation) camp site next to Lake Wakatipu - stunningly beautiful. Made a little unobtrusive fire to warm ourselves, and were visited by a raging bull of a man who kicked our fire into the river, and also kicked over our freshly cooked pot of rice. He was most apologetic afterwards, but explained that he has had problems with fires spreading in the past and admitted that he somewhat over-reacted. He did tell us about a beautiful gorge walk we could do from there the next day, which was spectacular, and well worth it.

We did a little busking in the evening in a lovely little pedestrianised street, but didn't make much. Saturday afternoon proved to be much more successful, however, plus we sold two of our cd's, so we were very very pleased. Went out to celebrate at the cinema that evening, although there was not a great choice of films, so we tossed a coin to decide what to see. Made of Honour was the coin's choice - a light-hearted film about a girl almost marrying the "wrong" guy, with some great shots of Scotland, and quite a few laughs. Turned out to be a good choice.

Sunday was spent exploring Rivendell and the forest of Lorien. Walked at a good pace for about 5 hours, up and down a mountain, across rivers... Took the van to the back of beyond across several rivers too, but it was worth it as you will see from the pictures. We have really enjoyed the area around Queenstown, and now we are heading north. It is cold, but our wee van has a good heater.

Sending you all warm smiles, and lots of love as always xxxxxxxx



EXPRESSION.

To express ones own thoughts, ones own feelings,
is the way of what is found in thine heart.
If one cannot express, in her or his own ways, this
can be by many means,their self and their soul, part.

Express your thoughts, which in turn you are focusing
into ones own Psyche, and let self all out.
Dance, sing, draw or write, it is up to you, so let your
self express what you are all about.


DO NOT OVER DO.

To work and push self constantly without any rest,
if you do not observe, and enjoy life's pleasures,
will drain your batteries, and what you miss out
is life's every day pleasures.

So stop for a short time to silence ones own mind,
and in that you can reflect, connection and peace
in ones heart, recharged, the way, you will find
self respect.


SONGS FROM THE HEART.

Your heart is the speaker so let it speak,
listen to its beat, the way forward, it shall seek.
It will let you know right from wrong, listen to
its beat, it will sing your own song.
Your heart is your thinker so pay attention to
what it has to say.
It will let you know and constantly think for you,
come what may.


PARTNERSHIP.

Every lock has its key
Every Bird has its tree
Every peg has its hole
Every being has their soul.

Every ocean has its fish
Every meal has its dish
Every nik nak has its shelf
Every affirmation has its self.

Every walk has its walkers
Every talk has its talkers
Every life has its role
Every prayer has its goal.


THINK.

Think upon what we were, think upon the past.
Think upon what has changed, think upon what
shall last.

Think upon the future, and think for the tomorrow
think upon your happiness, love life, your life without
sorrow.

Think upon, not materialism, and the wanting of more things.
Think about what joy, love, happiness and peace your
gorgeous self brings.


"LISTEN TO WHAT PEOPLE ARE NOT SAYING,
RATHER THAN LISTENING TO THE WORDS."

Namaste. love always . Sean and Amanda. xxxx

PAPATOWEI.

After Dunedin, we spent a very windy night in a beautiful little lay-by right next to the sea near Nugget Point. Next morning, the van battery was totally flat… Miles from the nearest garage and on a quiet road early in the morning, we flagged down the first van which came along. The couple looked a bit familiar as they pulled in – lo and behold, they were Rebecca and Duncan from St. Cyrus! We all jumped up and down in amazement, got the van started, had coffees and chats, and said See you back in Scotland in a few months time. Amazing!

From there, we went to Carol’s place at Papatowai. Carol is a friend of Sylvia's, who Sean met at the Butterfly Farm. She has a smallholding with 35 sheep and a few chickens. We were able to stay in her cosy cabin, and in return did a few jobs around the place. Sean fixed gutters, put in a new sink, fixed a couple of windows, mended a door, while Amanda raked leaves, did some gardening and some painting. We had a wonderful stay, eating some beautiful meals with the family, and getting to know Hannes, aged 12, and Heidi, 17, Molly the dog, Sooty the cat. Hannes is now learning to play didge on a piece of drainpipe. He and Sean went fishing one evening and came back with one pipi, a little shell fish, which they had caught on the line. Yum yum.

One day we went along to Hannes’s school (8 pupils altogether!) to teach the children there about the didge and psaltery, which was enjoyed by all the children and us. This could be a new direction when we get back home. The teacher told Sean he is a natural teacher.

The poor old van refused to start again when we were all ready to leave, so we had to get the AA out to replace the battery. Hopefully now we will have enough puff to get us round the rest of South Island, but we will be sitting by candle light in the evenings to save our battery power.

Many thanks to Carol for your wonderful hospitality, and Heidi and Hannes for entertaining us, and making us feel so welcome. You are all lovely and we look forward to meeting you again one day. Much love to all our family and friends everywhere always xxxxxx


Sent to you.

Blackest sky and strongest wind,
make the night,
Endless opportunities made by
Candle light.
Paint your picture and make
your Art,
with passion and intent.
Concentration, always in heart
glorious in being for loving
messages sent.


Finding it.

The thunderous roll of the sea
comes into ones own only when one
is as same.

Awake the next day to find that Mill pond
as by the still of the night, thine heart
is tame.

Blustering wind blowing my being to
all the directions and to the scource.

Awake the next day to find that calm
has come, the dreaming has taken
its course.

Walk out that day and bathe in the
sea,warm in the wind and smile.

Take your small steps, move forward ,
thank spirit and do what you do
in style.


Beliefs

We all have our beliefs and believe in our own ways.
Not one is better than the others, as each is what we say.
We all would like to find that peace that is within.
Not one is different, as separately,individually,born we begin.
We all need balance, that makes us live,makes all whole.
Not one of us in our every day existence, not in touch with their soul.
We all have to stop, to look, take in,be calm and at times rejoice.
Not one HAS to do, for we all have freewill, we all have that choice.
We all can take what we find in each, and in our beings, to send out
and receive. LOVE.



DIDGERIDOO

Rit a re lo, the hummm of the stick plays its earthly sound.
A stranger from somewhere sits listens, her feet feeling
the vibration from the ground.
The rythm rises with every beat, now the starnger starts
to see and connect.
Her eyes glaze over, mind going out and back into her being,
for this song, she will never forget.
She looks deeper and deeper, her head and her heart are as one.
Rit a re lo, the humm of the stick resonates, a final toot, she is
sending she has connected, all is done.


Candles and the Night.

Light a candle, give me brightness, glow, radiate
show me the way, make us be.
Build a fire to keep us warm, put another log on
for me.

Orange glow, warming, radiant you, keeping us close
all through time.
Holding close whats real never releasing the warmth
true love, so divine.

Did i dream ? you dreamed about me ? wrapped in the
singlet of tomorrow.
You awake waiting to hold onto the time that has passed
without any sorrow.

I remember the hills and lochs, the Heather in all her glory.
Running and smiling , the dream of today, the sleeper awakens
to tell loves story.

Spontaneous thoughts for we all are here, in the today.
Intuitively we follow what is right for each and every one
come what may.

Small things that please are the makings for shareing.
Loving thoughts between us for all mankind and to nurture
clothed in Love all wearing.

Karma collectiveness is the path for all, light that candle, make
that fire and say thank you, every day every night.
Look up to the heavens and feel how large we all are, find
your star, be the same and let every one see how bright.

South of the South.

We are in Dunedin at present and the weather is getting pretty chilly here. We have decided to head for a place called Papatowei, this is where a friend of Sylvia (Butterfly Farm in Oz) stays. We can do some work there for her and for our keep so, will probably be there for a few days then on route to Invercargill, Queenstown and Right up the West coast via Nelson, and back to Christchurch.
Dunedin is so Scottish like, you have a Huge statue of Rabbie Burns in the centre of the square and the streets are named after streets in Edinburgh as Dunedin is Gaelic for Edinburgh. You also have an Aberdeen district to. smiles. Yeh.....Feeling a bit homesick at moment, with thoughts of ALL of Friends, Familly etc. However my heart is always with you ALL and self is keeping you all here in Heart. here are some wee dittys again. ENJOY.

ELEMENTS.


Wind blowing, picking up voices
tales of today, from here and beyond.
I listen, intently to those messages it
brings, every murmur every sound.

There, where? with YOU the same
wind, it tells, not a ramble, perfect
pitch is found.
Trees bend in harmonious orchestration
they too add their wisdom from deep
below the ground.

The flames rise, fed by the air,both together
in rapture joyfully unite.
Earth around my feet humms its lament,
warming with fire and air, they sing in the
dark night.

Wind blowing, still, the voices, now the rain
cleanses my being.
All around me the elements in marriage
dance and converse all listening all seeing.

We are together, we shall BE, our lives our
souls, joyfully unite.
IN THE DARK OF THE EVENING, BLACK
VELVET CANVASS, YOUR LIGHT SHINES
BRIGHT.


HEAD IN A SPIN.


Spin me around the fire,
dance in the warmth of
the glow.

Spin me around the fire,
your radiant smile and
happiness, you show.

Spin me around the fire,
i watch you spin and turn.

Spin me around the fire,
music gets faster, careful
watch you don't burn.

Spin me around the fire,
together in love forever
and a day.

Spin me around the fire,
you are my life's love,
i hear you say.

Spin me around the fire,
once more before we go
and rest.

Spin me around the fire,
together we rise, we fall,
together we are the best.


MY CHILDREN MY LIFE.

My children my life,
I love you, each day.
My children my life,
when apart, or come
what may.
My children my life,
together once more.
My children my life,
feel, smell, i adore.
My children my life,
i hold you here.
My children my life,
wipe away a tear.
My children my life,
laugh and play.
My children my life,
love you i hear you say.
My children my life,
drift of to sleep.
My children my life,
Love forever so deep.

Jack and Boo boo.