Storms cannot hurt the Sky.
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| — | Buddhist saying (via meditationsinwonderland) |
Waiting to go. It’s a strange sensation. At this point I just want to dive in and get the home-journey overwith. Here I look at a half moon and can’t help but notice how much this feels like home. So, I guess in a way, home is another adventure.
New Zealand, you’ve been good to me.
Jeff, the man with a passion for trees. I waltzed up the valley to his place today, taking my time, and found him with some chaps on and a chainsaw ready. Then, he showed me a possum trap, with a possum in it, & told me it was a marsupial. Then, he stuck his hand inside of the possums pouch (!), and pulled out a baby possum fetus. I gulped… Then he fed it to his dog. Craziness… just craziness.
Besides that though, he was very nice, showed me all of his plant projects, gave me a peach from his tree. While i was reaching for a peach, I felt a massive pain in my stomach for a split second. I thought someone from up in a tree had thrown a peach at me with all of their might, but it turns out my belly touched an electric fence. Felt like a punch in the gut. So many good byes these last days, but at least they’re “good” byes.
