What my weekend looked like
3 days and 2 nights in Asheville is just what I needed. I came home more inspired, encouraged, and restored than ever.
We laughed a lot, we didn’t sleep much, and most of all, we ate. And we ate really well and stayed full. I feel that I’m still stuffed from the weekend!
I know with a certain level of conviction that there are two places on earth that I belong — New Zealand and Asheville — and I cannot see that ever changing.
More photos coming soon!
Going on a road trip
Been thinking a lot about freedom these days. It seems like during different seasons in life there are always themes that drive you // make you think.
This season its freedom.
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.” – Jim Morrison
I’m off to Asheville for the weekend and so excited to go and be. I’m excited to eat good food and get to know a certain few people even better.
Travel, no matter the distance always excites me and energizes me.
This weekend won’t be quite as green and colorful as this photo from the Kathmandu Valley, but I’m ready to see something different.
On slicing onions at a silent retreat and other life updates
The past week has been one incredible blur.
Last weekend was lovely and I cannot think of anything better to do after exams. J and I went to Hot Springs (outside of Asheville) to the Southern Dharma Center for three days. We spent the entirety of the weekend in silence, living in one beautiful and intentional community and participating in working meditations, seated meditations, and even a little yoga. I learned a lot through the experience and found the whole thing to be more rewarding than challenging in the end.
One funny moment of the weekend was during my kitchen working meditation for three hours. I was assigned various tasks, mostly chopping vegetables and fruit. And I quickly learned that in the past when I cut an onion, I make it clear to the world what I am doing. I found it all so frustrating, tears streaming down my face, eyes stinging in pain and not being able to share that with my fellow workers. In the process I managed so cut myself and found myself once again wanting to resort to words and wanting to share my pain with others. I didn’t and through the painful, now funny experience, I learned that communication extends far beyond my simple words.
After our retreat ended and our hike through the snow, J and I went to the hot springs and then drove home.
On the drive home, I turned my phone back on and learned that my favorite person in the world, Gran had had a stroke. She is and always will be my hero and it all came so suddenly. My week since I learned the news has seemed hazy, difficult, and confusing. She is in our thoughts and prayers constantly and I look forward to spending time with her someday soon. She’s a truly remarkable, fiesty and fun individual and not being with her in all this has been torture.
I’m back in Davidson, back home and in light of everything, I look forward to being with family and enjoying these next few weeks.
A walk in the woods
What my weekend looked like
And now, the mountains are calling
“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” – John Muir
I found this photo the other afternoon.
It was taken at sunrise on a bus en route to Rishikesh this past summer. It’s my idea of beauty.
The semester is officially over for me now and it is time to listen to the call and head to the mountains.
This afternoon boy and I are heading to Asheville.