well things change ....

I was heading out for Okarito and saw a hitch Hiker as you do often in New Zealand due to the ease of hiking: freedom and cost .. so I picked him up.. We carried on talking for 260 Kilometers before the name game even happened.. you know the silly .. ( whats your Name) where you from .. how long you been traveling .. where you heading next,,, bull stuff.. but .. any way .. he was catching a train to Arthurs in the Pass .. And He needed to get to Greymouth /// so I arranged with a few of my mates to all have dinner at a nice pizza place in Greymouth and then we all got to talking and visiting .. what fun.. any way .. this mystery man was from Belgium..
.. Blah blah The best part is that I bought a train ticket and went on my way to Arthurs Pass with him on the trans alpine train .. then .. hitched hiked back 90 kilometeres to my car after the weekend.. it was all fun and exciting but now.....
I am back in christchurch after saying my farewells to my family there. and will be in Que for immigration tomorrow.. best of luck and happiness melisa

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wake up and smell the coffee

Cold winds a blowin, sing songs a howlin. The weather is raw the weather is king. Shorter days knocking at the door. remembrances of yesteryear, the good old days, realizing they are permanently gone and that it will never be the same state again. Its a hard world to swallow sometimes, and especially as the time progresses and with that the expectations of adaption and evolution are ever present.. But it's easier to reflect than pro actively predict.! I am faced with the harsh reality that the place in the world that I am from , the magical all possible place that I come from is vanishing, slipping away and turning into a place of sour milk and no longer that rich golden land of milk and honey...... no dwelling but really dwelling. that is the state I sit in. the longing and desperation of knowing exactly how things would turn out. its gone its gone so gone gone gone... not hopeless just placeless spaceless danceless joyless empty outta wack adaptive acceptance

I am Teaching and they love me..

Ok, so the rivers of Earth Were formed from large collections of rain from many many clouds after the great fireball earth cooled, millions of years ago, and it took man a mere 5000 years to putrefy them.. nice work man........ ok Yep my new job is great. I live doing something productive. the slow pace of settled India is to slow, I went on a walk with some elder women in my home upstairs, they take one step then the next and so on and I usually wait for the 12th step before I take my first one.. SLOW man I MEAN SLOW...its interesting for me.. I am a running dashing dancing prancer,, I can really move it... hah ha.. so this new speed of life .. I am glad I am a visitor.. any whoo.. blessing and peace. Auntie

4th week of goodness and English lessons

As the last few days of September are approaching, the winter chill is permeating the air again. I like Autumn I like Fall but the rain and chill proves I am not as cop-able as I was when I was a child. The bitter chill cramps my legs and causes tingles in my toes. Stay warm stay dry and drink plenty of soup, avoid catching cold and don't forget to wash your hands often. These are simple things I can recall from the youth that lingered by. best of wishes as the seasons change and we reveal the autumn of our lives. love M

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