Aussie. Student of the world. Dreamer.
Aussie. Student of the world. Dreamer.
This is such a good series of questions, and it has been on my mind all day. During my travels of Europe last year I had many moments of bliss- the mountain waterfalls in Switzerland, dancing in the streets of Berlin, kissing my love under the stars in Florence, but there is one that particularly sticks out. After a night of adventures in Croatia, I found myself sitting on a beach, waiting for the sun to rise. While I sat there beneath the sky, next to the ocean, I felt really at peace with the world. Here I was, completely alone, thousands of miles from home, and yet so content. It was an amazing feeling. I didn’t need anything more than just the moment of seeing the sun rise on foreign lands. Happiness.
In 2012 I had found a mountain range I wanted to scale before the year was out. I have a rule that i made with myself - if I ever failed an adventure three times in a season, I would take it as a sign to leave it alone for that year. Health and safety is more important than finishing a trail. This mountain range is truly beautiful. The mountain air is invigorating, the land feels magical, and your thoughts become clear. It is everything a person could want for the outdoors. On my first attempt conditions were rough, it was snowing, sub-zero conditions, the map ended up becoming unreadable due to the wet, and my two friends and I got lost. Somehow we ventured further than needed, and by the time we tried to correct, we were very weary. We must have walked 40kms of mountain trail that day, and were lucky to get out. On the second attempt I went solo. The night was filled with a big snow fall, thus the ground was knee deep in powder. The going was tough, just the soft sound of repeated steps into the white. After a few hours I felt a really bad vibe, and when I stumbled across fresh wild dog prints, I got out of there. It pays to focus on your feelings. I only had one more attempt, and took my brother and close friend along for the grand finale. Everything went perfect - the sky was clear, little snowfall during the week, and nothing went wrong. On those final steps up the peak, I felt an overwhelming sense of achievement and satisfaction and joy. It is difficult to describe but when you battle through so much and then reach the mark, pure ecstasy. Standing there and surveying the valleys and mountains below us, indescribable. Pure bliss.
I watched Good Will Hunting last night, and what Robin Williams does in his role is incredible. That is a very inspiring movie, and like how it paints a picture of love that is realistic, something we need to do more often. There is line which really resonated with me ‘You’re not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you’ve met, she’s not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other’.
I have been reading many things this week, but for that I could write on my thoughts endlessly. Thankyou for the prompt, very cool questions.
It really is an amazing city - I think it will be a hub of culture and creativity in the future. Post-modern architecture sits neatly alongside grand Victorian buildings, historical art against heavily graffiti’d walls, and the people that wander the streets are full of character. We all forget how amazing our home town is, its easy to get caught up in looking afar for adventures. Thanks friend, keep being chill yourself.
Thanks friend, I am really stoked that it has been able to give a bit of positive inspiration your way. Right now I am beyond excited for October because I am hading down to Queenstown in New Zealand, and it looks like one of the most serene places in the world. Mountain ranges sweeping across the sky, an untouched alpine environment and rivers winding across the land. These are the stories I hear.
Hope you are well friend, keep exploring.
Hey there lady faux. Thankyou, I do try and keep life moving, always planning, always dreaming. I just spent the weekend exploring Melbourne. The entire trip was run on no sleep, as there as an infinite amount of places to become lost in. Melbourne is a special city, it has the feeling of nostalgia mixed with creative horizons. The inner suburbs are remarkely quiet, surrounded by pockets of parks and fields, nature observing. Friends and family enjoying the sunlight and rays. Catching a train- it weaves through the city, as the great wheels run on, imagery passing by. And then as you enter the city and disappear down the endless laneways you discover hidden cafes and bars, buzzing with energy and excitement. It inspires. The people are so very interesting, dynamic, accepting and ever changing. As the sun rises you can find yourself down the highway by the sea, watching the waves drift in, resting on the sand. It is a place where ideas are grown.
I was making an ice-cream cake today, which is the most delicious dessert you will ever eat. It can consist of a multitude of ingredients, but this version is caramel based, filled with shattered mars bars and flake, coated with violet crumble, swirled together in a mousse like texture. So good. As I was putting it together my mind started to go on creative tangents, leaving the end-point at three words: Past, Present, Future. Hang with my thoughts for a moment.
We have this consciousness that takes into different worlds. I can be having a conversation with a friend, whilst thinking about a childhood memory, while simultaneously worrying about what will I be like ten years. The Past, Present and Future is always alive, forcing our motives, modifying behaviours and forcing self-fulfilled outcomes. My first real question I have been asking myself is, does it really matter if I am present in all three states of being? An Eastern train of thought would tell me to be in the moment, and this is a great place to start. Too often the beautiful moments of our life are drowned out by a cacophony of self-consciousness and anxiety. Living in the moment is important. My Nepalese mentor taught me that life unfolds in the present. But so often, we let the present slip away, allowing time to rush past unobserved and unseized, and squandering the precious seconds of our lives as we worry about the future and ruminate about what’s past. He taught living in the moment—also called mindfulness—is a state of active, open, intentional attention on the present. When you become mindful, you realise that you are not your thoughts; you become an observer of your thoughts from moment to moment without judging them. And that is cool, but I did not take all of the information the Nepalese man told me, some of it didn’t sit right with me. This is why humans are special, we can be taught information and habits, and then decide and move with the knowledge anyway we deem possible. Infinite movements.
The Past, Present, Future, to me, is about finding balance within each. I love creating and living in the now, so that I may cherish memories which I can enjoy from the past, while simultaneously working towards goals in the future. By running with all three together, it has created a synergy in my life, and brings moments of clarity and direction. And whenever I struggle with thoughts I just focus and remember, the past may dictate who we are, but we get to determine who we become, and the best way to predict the future us to invent it. The ice-cream cake turned out pretty damn amazing as well.
The Himalayas. At this stage I will be venturing there in 2016. It has been a dream of mine for many years, but I am excited it’s now going to happen. To watch dusk’s beauty which shivers along the mountain range, the state of silent medication overshadowing the trees. To walk among the rich history, where valleys become abodes of the brooks, and peaks pierce the heavens of blue. My plan is to do the Annapurna Circuit, then spend days wandering Nepal, getting lost in it’s magic. Thanks for the question friend. As for France, venture off the track to find hidden character. You won’t regret it