Roadside Chats (8) 15/3/15

Marfells beach… Valentine’s Day… I wake to a text: ‘Happy Valentine’s Day… there’s something under the passenger seat… love Elle.’ I rummage past tow ropes and battery leads to find the green box. In the box are three small gifts. Elle has carved a white stone into the shape of a heart. She’s created a golden basket out of fine wire and placed the heart within. There’s a second stone. I recognise both stones from Big Bush. The second is flat and coloured light green. Elle has fixed a tiny dolphin to one side. She’s painted a rainbow and a splash of white surf. There are the words of a text I sent her; ‘I feel we are at the beginning of something very special.’ The third gift is a cherry. My heart trembles.

The gift of your heart

Tender

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I drive to the DOC camp at the end of Wakamarina Road. The next day, as I put up Elle’s tent, I think of all the ways I want to love her. I want to be present to her. I want her to know she’s deeply loved. I want her to feel special. It’s late in the day before her blue Suzuki finds its way in. I have a Valentine’s Day card; a chocolate cake… a poem…

I trace my greatest poem

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In the morning we head out to look at two properties. The first is a small cottage. It’s set in deep bush. There’s a balcony running down one side. The cottage seems new.

We drive to the second property. As we wander its beautiful grounds we sense the wairua of the place. This is healing ground… the wairua here feels palpable… alive…. pulsing. I sense Elle being touched. I see her tears. She tells me something is being healed. She doesn’t need to know what.

We find the track down to the river. There’s a small waterfall created by the creek. I strip and stand beneath the power of water. I feel its force. Unexpectedly something touches my heart. I feel tears. I am being spoken to; ‘linked in… you’re linked in,’ the voice affirms. It’s only a moment; but I know I’m connected.

I turn to Elle. I’m not sure what I’ve become linked to. Is it the land? Is it the property? Is it the river? Elle places her fingers on my wrist. She feels into the energy. ‘It’s the river’ she whispers. I know she’s right.

In the months ahead people will ask why I bought the cottage. They will ask why I moved to such an isolated area. There are many stories: one stands tall. It’s the story of the river. The river has drawn me. Its wairua has spoken to me. The Wakamarina Valley becomes my turanagawaewae; the place I stand.

The next morning I linger long in Elle’s tent. The natural world seems to join us in our loving.

I kiss you for an hour

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In the evening Elle brings out a set of Earth Magic oracle cards. She wants to know how the purchase of the cottage will go. I shuffle; turn over a card. The card reads; Waterfall… Effortless… ‘You have come to the end of your comfort zone and find yourself struggling to resist moving past that perceived precipice of who you are, how you can be, or what you can do. Spirit is asking you to step beyond the edge and allow yourself to do so with ease rather than struggle…’  It’s true. I have come to the river with many ‘impossibles;’ buying a cottage is one. There are books to write; a new way of life; a new community. There’s also Elle. I choose to step beyond the edge. I let go & trust.

After dark I suggest we go for a walk to look at the glow worms. We inch our way carefully down the dark steps. Finally we find the tiny living lights nestled in a cave above the river. We fill with wonder. Elle begins to sing. I join in.

Oh Lady our Goddess… When we in awesome wonder… Consider all… the works thy hands have made…We see the stars… The light of tiny glow worms…
Thy power throughout the universe displayed…Then sings our souls… In rapture unto thee… How great thou art… How great thou art…

 Roadside Blessings – Kevin

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