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Karakia:

Atua

Tukua

Homai to Aroha

Ae.

Not sure what this little fullah is but he is beautiful, and I spent plenty of time stalking the little shit to get a half way decent photo of him. And this was the best I could do … i know ..

We get a few different birdies out here but besides the humble sparrow and the gorgeous fantails and of course the tui, I’m not really up with the play on bird watching and naming names.

What I love about them though, is they just do their thing. They don’t stress or worry and I’m pretty sure they’re not anxiety ridden over where their next meal comes form or where they’re going to lay their feathery little heads for the night. They just Do. They just Are.

I can appreciate that and its something I’d aspire too xo.


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Karakia:

Atua

Tukua

Homai to Aroha

Ae.

I’ve really struggled with this whole concept of being ‘mindful’. Not just because it seems kinda pussy, but also because it seems kinda ‘out there’, with nothing solid to base itself on. I’ve come to learn that my way of ‘mindfully doing shit’ is a little different than most, but I also grasped today, just a shred of ‘being present and enjoying the moment’.

Everything has been rather fucked of late and I’m slowly getting my ‘flip that shit’ narrative going. But it hasn’t been easy. Anyone thats been around here long enough knows that I have moments of feeling fucking victorious and other moments of feeling like a stunned possum that can’t leave the house.

You’ll also know … I’m getting hell’ah tired and fucked off with that shit.

This morning I got up early … like, Grandma and Grandad early … it was still dark lets put it that way.

I Decided I was going to the beach. By myself.

Now I used to be able to do that quite easily, maybe 6 months to a year ago. I had worked my way up to it and then done the deed and continued doing it. Somewhere in between holidays, my fucking father, my sister dying, menopause and general fucking pts(d) bullshit … I’d stopped going. And then when I wanted to go, I’d have a panic attack.

This morning: I did it my way.

Just at sunrise, with my morning coffee, I took my lame ass down to my beach and sat in the sand like a big kid.

I felt fucking victorious.

But I also felt ‘in my moment’; something I have been struggling with since I started trying to do this shit.

What changed?

I got stalked by 2 seagulls. Yes, you heard right. Little bastards kept creeping up on Me and it literally made Me laugh. So I photographed them as they made their little circles round Me and I soaked in my moment.

I felt there.

Present. Content. Alive.

Long winded story I know, and the photos are abit dodgy … but I don’t care. I’m pleased I figured out when I feel safe to go to the beach by myself. I had been missing it.


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