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My Personal and Family Adventures
Lalita’s Travels Prologue
PROLOGUE – December 2020 Buying Lalita I’d been talking about a van for a long time, peering around and inside the many parked along the Raglan foreshore, I’d even enquired about and inspected several old beasts for sale. What I wanted was clear – long wheel base,...
Lalita’s Travels Chapter One
CLIMBING PIRONGIA WITH ARIA AND SCARLETT Late January I set out with two of my grandchildren – Aria and Scarlett, aged eight and seven – on a ten day camper van trip. We had been away for a couple of nights earlier just to see how it was, the three of us, sharing this...
Lalita’s Travels Chapter Two
TE ARAROA AND THE TIMBER TRAIL WITH BRIAN – OCTOBER 2022 It’s time to take Lalita on another adventure, because spring is here. The day of our departure is grey and damp. We’ve had lots of grey damp days here in Raglan, but the forecast predicts sun for tomorrow. We...
Lalita’s Travels Chapter Three
LALITA AT ORERE POINT – NOVEMBER 2022 I had been promised another adventure, an escape from my boring retirement where all I do is watch cars arrive and leave in the driveway of 24 Lily Street, Raglan. Some days, not regularly though, the woman from downstairs leaves...
Lalita’s Travels Chapter Four
KAUERANGA VALLEY CAMPING – JANUARY 2023 We arrive on the 28th of December, and this time She drives me all the way down to the campsite. The first time I came here two years ago, she left me at Hajrama’s daughter’s place and she didn’t understand the problem with my...
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The Five Elements
A modern reflection on the five elements of earth, water, fire, air and space. In Tibetan Buddhism the elements are represented by awakened goddesses, manifesting as the different aspects of a fully awakened mind; stability, clarity, discrimination, all accomplishing...
Alchemy for the modern world
Connection, identity and becoming alive. I am beginning this discussion from the understanding that all experience is mental. This is mainstream science. Experience is a result of interaction between the world-in-itself which is beyond my reach, my senses, my brain...
Words, Death and Staying Alive
Sailing is like writing. It allows me to pause. Facing into the wind is like facing the page on the screen. Extraneous story lines, which would twist me this way and that, often criss-crossing in contradictory ways, become irrelevant. I empty myself to welcome in...
