This morning, I set out walking along the riverbank, continuing on, to the edge of Lake Manapouri. Alone, as always. The village only has a population of 200, and it was 8am, on a Friday.
Although a stranger did pass me by, as I sat on a high wooden bench, legs swinging, unable to touch the ground. His dog, Ruby, was joy-filled to find me … and up she hopped, onto the seat, next to me. And I laughed, matching her panting, licking, wriggling joy more sedately.
I am transition, again. But so many transitions that I am a little giddy, as people and places weave together in the most beautiful ways. Although, to be honest, there are also the moments, in the small hours of the night, when I worry myself into wondering if I can pull Every Single Thread together.
This time though, I’m not moving countries.
And this time, I have Snow Patrol for company.
I didn’t even think to dream the life that is coming together., here in New Zealand. I almost had it in Italy but always compromised by basing myself in Belgium, and living my life around a man who needed to stand still, to live in a particular way. And much as I loved him, for a while, we were impossible He knew it before I did.
There is so much news to follow …
Meanwhile, I am savoring the abundant beauty, so freely available, down here in the south-west corner of New Zealand.
