Friday, April 04, 2014

Kerosene Creek, Rotorua, NZ. roudtrip Best Video

Thank you Peter for filming this.... such fun and adventure.  One of my favorite places on the Planet!!!!   Yes, this was part of the crazy journey that i was privileged to be apart of.     Yes, i enjoyed the bubbly

Saturday, March 08, 2014

David Ramirez - Argue With Heaven (Official Music Video)

I love this dudes stuff.  Got to meet and hang with him in Austin a bit.  Truly think this songs frames a few things in my heart and mind.  Grateful for his lyrical ability to frame spaces in song.

Yes, i continually "argue with heaven" on many matters.

shalom to the deepest places.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Jones Adventure: MAGGIE is like the TARDIS! (bigger on the inside)

It has been a year since i first set off to New Zealand shores to hang with those amazing Jones!  

I landed on Valentine’s Day and was met with Cheese, Wine and Crackers on Wellington Beach by Sam and Jenna.

What wonders did unfold at a Wedding of dear friends!

I had landed on the cusp of some more than trying circumstances and was struggling with grief. I was mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted, but Spiritually hopeful.

I jumped into a Mosh Pit of love with all its smooth rounded curves and sharp edges.  

MAGGIE is like the TARDIS! (bigger on the inside)

Right after Jenna and Sam’s Wedding we jaunted off and wild camped on a beach for a few days.  Then a more inland ride to Kerosene Creek.  All sounds rather nice and orderly, however you might want to put into perspective, at least 10 others on top of an already packed 8x10 House Truck.  

Tight compression with the land for expansion; allows for much integration. I think i could write a book on that aspect alone.
I slept out on the rocks on the beach with a down sleeping bag and a yoga mat one night. Wind and waves playing games with the Reticular Activating System in my brain.  The temps could change rather drastically and i was astounded by the clearness of the sky. I watched the moon set over the ocean while sipping single malt in a Quaich with friends.  
It blazed like some set aflame Viking Ship over the horizon.  I wander there often in my mind these days.

                              Derek and Lela- digging d'm shades!
More than anything i think it was the beautiful terrain and the integrity depth of hearts that drew me to this amazing country.

Some of the challenging parts were not knowing exactly where we would be sleeping at night.  The task of parking Maggie and being a reasonable distance from some WIFI was quite the quest. 

Once the month of wedding festivities ended it was more about the day to day.  Debbie diligently homeschooling and Andrew biking off to the nearest coffee shop or library that had internet. There was a frame for the day, but not a hard structure.  Beds made, porridge on stove, Irish coffee already in MY hand and I’M looking for my headphones and  tobacco for a hand rolled ciggy.

Considering i had a neck injury that was affecting my arm and hand, my "hand rolled" looked rather "interesting."  I would get looks of "cool dude" with a sneaky smile OR i would get parents shielding their young ones from the "bad influence". 

At one point we stayed with “Friends of Friends” that soon became dear Friends.  Jack, Lynn, Josh, Rebekah were astounding for their abilities to Willingly and Graciously allow their back yard and house to be inundated by 10+ people they had never MET before, -FOR A MONTH.  
The food, music, talks, freedom, acceptance and love was a reminder and influencer to trust in the bigger love on matters.
I’m sure the neighbors “discussed it”.  Bless their hearts. 
I’m missing Rene’s apple fritters! It was apple everything that month. Napier will never be quite the same. Taradale i know your sacred lands. (thanks to Josh!)
yes, that's Josh, Jenna and Sam.

Since inclement weather was indicative of questionable solar power, our nights often consisted of candle light and head torches by which to read.  I will always now hear “Black Beauty” as read by a German.  (thank you Coco! Your English is perfect!)  As nights were pretty cold, Debbie or Rene would make hot malted milk. (i turned mine into a Hot Toddy) We seemed to have an endless AMOUNT of malt, since Andrew mistakenly (A.D.D moment) filled the “olive oil” gallon container.  
                             HI COCO!

There were pillow fights and arguments over where “such and such” had gotten.  Debbie would then get the Cleaning Glint in her eye.  The way to solve all house truck issues was to order and straighten everything and sure enough the said “such and such” would be found after an hour.  Since things got “eaten by Coco” or “lost” often, we often would see her gleeful glint.  Many people sleeping and eating in the same space can be a bit challenging.  The key is Choosing it and thankfully they chose too to be a part of my transitioning in tight spaces. 
                                                 My sleeping nook behind the cab.

Solar permitting, there were movie nights.  A big white sheet was put up in the middle of Maggie separating the kitchen from the lounge and we would most literally PILE in and under blankets with various munchies.   

Rene and i would take the girls to pick them out.  Usually this also entailed “Fish and Chips” with the quest of finding the most lush in town.  If we were cooking, the discussion by Andrew as to the “proper way” to do such and such ensued; answered with “get the hell outta the kitchen, i’m cooking.” (via me)

Thanks to the incessant rain I now know most of the songs from Les Miserables by heart; with Hannah and TJ in stereo. That week the rain caused us to be lake “IN” property.  I would have said lake “FRONT” property but Andrew had to build a MOAT! (i should have pics here as it WAS quite humorous.)

There were big outpourings of grace.  (much of which extended towards me as i was waxed and worn more than thin from waining circumstances-  thank you Andrew and Debbie! I KNOW you loved BIG)

The day to day was filled with Latin phrases and binomial nomenclature; homeschooling is not for the faint of heart. Above my bed was a collage in latin that described the “joy of the vine”. 
                                         The collage was to my left-  My Suitcase was my headboard. 

Debbie wanted to go on a museum expedition in Wellington.  After much to do with parking Maggie, we set off.  It was there that Tamara boldly walked up to the receptionist and asked if there were any books on the “binomial nomenclature”.  Stunned and a bit gobsmacked the dear woman looked more than perplexed and a bit disheveled, quietly said, “l’ll see”.
                             (yes, that's Tamara!)
                              ( that was at Devil's gait)

Well, we did “see”.  The fact we were living on a rift of fire with active volcanic movement beneath our feet, to the earthquake exhibit that reinforced most of NZ PTSD population. (post traumatic stress disorder)
I was reminded that “safe” is relatively subjective.  
Tomorrow is not promised and i had time traveled To Tomorrow on my way to Today.
Living on the “end of the earth” or at least “middle earth” tends to come with its own mental landscapes and perspectives.
I had come to the land where giving “Paua” was a high honor and a token of friendship.
A place where looking for free wood and pine cones for kindling was common place.  
A place where i came to appreciate baby wipes and panty liners.
A place where a fire bath was wonderful and skinny dipping in hot pools provided healing.  
A place i was naked and unashamed.

Does that sound a bit too good to be true?  It came with the daily dose of vigilant prayer against a spirit of homicide as to NOT kill the person that pounced on me to greet my day.
                               Rene tied TJ up with her own Elven Rope!  We EVENTUALLY untied her.

The very first light when Debbie was all a wonder with ideas and plans and all Andrew could think of is “where is my dam coffee”.  
The hand crank coffee grinder demanded my attention and i would stumble out of my sleeping cocoon and begin the task of circulatory movements; that i was reminding myself was good for a shoulder injury. Walking to the showers on the cold mornings in Motueka, tooth brush already in moving meditation, watching the parachuters sailing like lollypops in the sky.  The horse jumping on weekends when the “trailer park” became a multi-function play ground of beast riders and para-sailers. 
                              Wally the Weka
Just down the road was the oldest “intentional community” in NZ, that toted “fresh Cows milk” to its many little wonders.

  Stories from a couple that “boated” here and does Bodywork to Woodworking for a living.

It’s rich with people living outside of “said norms”. 

Living with the Jones birthed Permission to do it DIFFERENTLY. 

It’s not like that was a hard labor for me.  I’ve known for a few decades that living in relationship and intentionally navigating the rough patches, was really what living is about. Those said “rough patches” were quite like the terrain in which i traveled.  Big vision, large mountains, sharp drops and not so clear out comes!   

There are many things i think i would have done differently.
(Especially over the last few years!)

Hindsight is 20/10 not 20/20 and on that crystal clear note; it’s hard to say “what” i would have done differently. 

Different, is part of who i am and they embraced it and further, encouraged it.   

Life in a different culture and rhythms grates against my apparent Americanisms. 

In some places i was the “brash American” with large verbs, descriptors and omnipresence of expectation in its wake. 

SEEING myself as “other” as i was re-discovering who i am is quite the unmasking.

Thankfully, that came in the form of living with 4 Germans for a bit.  It was made apparent that American’s have an affinity for placing Germans as bad guys in movies. I had drawn accustomed to my own myopia and was in dire need of spit and mud in my eyes. 
Funny, how you can see your own preferences and leanings in day to day situations.  Rene humming “American woman” as we were walking down a street looking for a good beer or coffee shop!   Thank you Rene, Coco, Lela and Peter!!!!
                                 Rene!  Loved worshiping with you!

“Op Shopping” was kin to panning for gold and Jenna and Sam are stellar at looking into second hand goods; that “could be” cool if “re-furbed” sufficiently. 

Key to Travel:   take what is necessary but buy local as well as second hand things whist in country.  Promote local economy and save baggage fees.  
(now if i could only do that emotionally!)

There are a lot of memories to unpack and re-venture in my minds eye and visceral soul space.  Coming back was harder than i thought on every level.  

Now it’s time to re-sort and re-evaluate what is in the here and now.  I time traveled back into the past on the re-entry.  
Pack my bags, its time for another trip. Part two of this little adventure coming shortly.  Actually, there is probably 3-4 more posts that could be written!  

Thank you Andrew & Debbie, Sam & Jenna, Lizzy, Abigail, Gwennie, Tamara, Peter, Rene, Lela, Coco, Josh, Robert, Chavez, Jane, Karen, Jack & Lynn, Rebeka,Tim, Keith, Menschen, John, Tony & Christine, Derek, and and and and and and.... i know there are more!

Thursday, January 02, 2014

Good Word to Start a New Year

This is Graham Cooke.  I love how he blends the passionate with the cheeky and wraps it into a love gift from Abba.    
Be blessed ya all in this New Year.  Thought i'd start it with a word on a NEW LIFE.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Hold me Jesus- Rich Mullins.

I think he and Keith Green are salient notes in the darkest of spaces.  Thinking of my friend who was a worship leader that died today.  Car accident.  Young with 4 kids.
Hold me Jesus......... and hold his family. amen.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Learning Lab 2013, Bent Tree Bible Fellowship- Shannon Hopkins

This is my friend Shannon Hopkins.. who has done some amazing work with connection and awareness.  Love this..... fav quote in this clip that to me embodies things...................................  "nobodies Post-Love"-   Here's a word from Shannon:

As you know, we at Matryoshka Haus use creative projects as a way to engage with non christians in the UK.  We have found this to be an effective strategy for developing a community, transforming lives and making a difference in the world.  This summer a group from Dallas came over to see what they could learn from us.  This is a short 2 minute video recap of their time in the UK with Matryoshka Haus.

Transparent House.... This inspires me.

I love the Transparency and to design in order to appreciate the sun sets.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

All Sons & Daughters Performs "Wake Up" at RELEVANT

Sometimes i need to ground in Presence Music............  

My heart's been in a Healing Crisis storm, where the waters are choppy and the wind recalcitrant.  

Tuesday, October 08, 2013

taking some time with it..........

One of the few times i used my 4 person tent whilst in New Zealand.

I actually rather be in the Truck (Maggie) than out in it.

However, it was nice to know there was an option some of the time.

It was absolutely a juxtaposition on many points.

I went to New Zealand on the cusp of some pretty shitty stuff that happened in the states.  Yet, instead of solitude i pretty much dove into a "mosh pit" of  love and life transitions, hormonal states, emotional upheavals; did i mention some of those were mine and i was stellar at not being able to hide it.

I've been back 2 + months and have not been able to put down on paper some of the amazing adventures of that trip.  I've missed those crazy characters on a daily basis.

I think that it's because mostly it's been an inner healing journey part of my life and unpacking that on a blog will take a bit of time in the choice of that revelation.

I do understand that there are some things that "Mary hid in her heart", per say.

So suffice to say that this was a picture of my "tent" overlooking the City of Wellington on some sacred ground.

I might peek out of that "Tent" and share a bit- it's just gonna take some time.

Monday, September 23, 2013

the worst vulnerability hangover of my life.........

this was really worth the listen............ omg............ honesty is really refreshing.  Love this woman's insight!